“Iced tea?” She handed me a glass. “It’s decaf.”
“That’s fine,” I mumbled and took a sip. Cool and sweet, it trickled down my throat. I brushed a piece of hair, damp with sweat, out of my eyes and sighed.
“We can wait outside. There’s a nice, cool breeze.”
I followed her through the mesh screen and onto the back deck where she settled into the cushions of the porch swing and patted the seat beside her.
Mesmerized, I watched her as she stared out across the lawn. Her dark hair tripped over the breeze and into her face and I couldn’t stop myself. Before I even knew what I was doing, I reached over and slowly pulled it back behind her ear, naturally trailing my fingertip around her ear and across her cheekbone.
She turned to look at me and I froze, uncertain. I had just made things potentially very awkward and I wanted to sink into the ground.
The embarrassment was quickly replaced with something else, equally intense, but far more pleasant. Her eyes were reassuring as she set down her glass on the table beside her and then reached for mine.
Her hand brushed mine and I could feel her trembling as much as I was. For all her calm and self-assuredness, she was nervous too. She smiled though, and I managed a small smile back as I cleared my throat.
She held my hand to her cheek for a moment before kissing my knuckles. I pulled her closer and she bent forward to kiss me again, this time on the cheek.
I exhaled slowly. I had been waiting forever to feel her lips against my skin.
“You’re… so… gorgeous,” I breathed against her. There was something about her that just made me fall in love with her. Suddenly I didn’t know why I’d tried to stop this. We clearly both wanted it.
Forgetting where we were, or that our time was limited, I basked in her lips moving over my neck and shoulders. I was done resisting.
I slid my hand down her cheek, caressing her face, and gasped when I felt her teeth on my neck. She nibbled her way across my collarbone and I fingered the edge of her bra.
“Mmmmm…. sweet… beautiful…” she murmured against my skin.
Encouraged by her soft moans, I slid my hands slowly inside her bra, massaging as I went, tracing every detail of the ink on her right breast, and savoring every kiss from her lips. I leaned in to kiss between her breasts gently, nipping softly and watching her shiver. My fingers found her nipples, pinching them and smiling at her sharp intake of air.
“Your skin tastes better than I imagined,” I whispered and she giggled, pulling away from my tickling breath.
Now confident, however, I pulled her back to me, freeing her breasts. They were full and round and my eyes settled immediately on the dangling charms on her nipples. I leaned in and bit one of them sharply, my tongue dancing against the tiny chains to the music of her sighs.
I blew lightly across the place I’d just bitten and she shivered happily, wrapping her arms around me and burying me in her chest. The salty-sweet taste of her sun-kissed skin made me thirsty for more of her.
“Well,” the amused voice behind me interrupted. “I see you two enjoyed your… chat.”
She laughed when I jumped and she squeezed me, deliberately kissing me on the forehead as our husbands watched with grins. At this prompting, I took her face in my hands and pulled her lips to mine into the kiss I’d imagined a thousand times.