Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“What do you say we find a nice place to sit down?” he asks in a slightly raspy voice. “I want to enjoy my night with a lovely woman. Not to mention, I don’t want to be held accountable for any twisted ankles. I did buy the second bottle of wine after all,” he says to me with a playful wink that makes me weak in the knees. I’m going to need to sit down if he keeps looking at me like that.
“That sounds like a great idea.”
He leads me to a grassy patch beside a large oak tree. He takes off his suit jacket and spreads it out on the lawn. I sit down and then lean back a bit, taking in the few dimly sparkling stars above the city sky. After a moment, I turn to find John sitting next to me, but he hasn’t been taking in the beauty of the night sky; he’s staring at me hungrily, as if ravishing me with his eyes.
I open my mouth to make conversation, but before I can get the words out, he gently presses his lips to mine. His mouth is sensuous, mobile, and gentle as I sigh. Of my own accord, my arms slip around his strong neck, and he lowers me to the grass. It feels right to be beneath him, and I know our night has just begun.
6
Megan
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John smiles gently and tucks my hair behind my ear.
“Thank you for trusting me enough to come for a walk in the park with me tonight,” comes his low voice.
Before I can respond, he leans in and passionately kisses me again. Every stroke of his tongue against the roof of my mouth births another butterfly in my stomach. I feel his huge body climbing on top of me, pressing down on me. I think to myself that I should do something sexy, grab the back of his neck, or arch my back to push my breasts up into his chest.
But I am so entranced by his touch that I can’t move. I’m literally melting at his touch, feeling pure ecstasy from the taste he leaves behind on my lips. It’s cinnamon, clover, and something all male, mixed with the headiness of our wine.
I feel him tracing my jaw line with the tip of his tongue, slowly but surely making his way to my neck. A few long kisses here and then his breath is hot on my ear. He nibbles softly at my ear lobe while firmly gripping my hip with his opposite hand.
I feel him begin to hike my skirt up, exposing my legs to the cool night air. He slowly runs one finger between my inner thigh and the edge of my white lace panties. A chill runs up my spine as I think about the fact that it’s only a matter of time until he’s going to dive underneath the lace and realize just how wet I have become, and how turned on I am by his simple touch.
John’s hand remains over my panties as he begins to slowly rub my clit. While working with his hand, he makes his way down to my stomach with his lips, kissing where the band of my dress once sat. He removes his hand and replaces it with his tongue, licking through the lace. I moan deliciously, arching my back.
“You like that, don’t you?” he growls with a smile.
I can’t answer, but a small keening cry comes from my lips. He grins, and then I feel his teeth grab the fabric gently, stripping it from my most sensitive place.
Oh my god. I have a moment of hesitation; an inkling of panic grows inside me telling me that I should stop him because we’re in public! We’re in Central Park, lying on the grass during a moonlit night, and anyone could come by. But I don’t have the will because when will I ever get this chance again? I’m here with a handsome older man who’s made me swoon with nothing more than a few butterfly kisses. It feels too good, and I want him, public or not.
He takes hold of my ankles to manipulate my legs, first bending them up close to my bare behind and then spreading them wide enough for him to fit comfortably between. I feel his soft warm tongue make its way up and over my clit and then back down again, stopping momentarily in each direction to lay a passionate kiss on my most sensitive area, adding a gentle nibble on the way back up.
He wraps his arms around the crease where my thighs meet my hips and pulls me in tight as his tongue dives deep inside of me. I grab a clump of dew-laden grass and let out a passionate moan.