“You’re so fucking hot, baby,” I pant against her lips, and she moans again.
“Call me baby again,” she pleads as she twirls her hips once more.
I pinch her nipple over her dress, and she repeats the movement, tighter this time as she drops her head back.That’s it.“Are you gonna keep grinding that tight little cunt right on me, baby?”
“Oh.” Her word comes out soft, and she does exactly that.
“May I?” I ask, bringing my fingers to the thin strap of her dress. She looks around before she replies. “We’re alone, I promise,” I continue as she nods. I lower her strap, pulling it down her arm and helping her out of it. The top of her dress is tight around her breasts, so it requires more than just slipping it off her shoulder. I don’t care—I’ll take whatever steps necessary to give her the pleasure she deserves.
I pull the fabric carefully, successfully lowering it enough for me to see her bare, full breasts, round and perfect in front of me.
“Sorry, they’re not cute and perky,” Daisy whispers.
“Don’t apologize for having these. They’re perfect. Look,” I say, bringing my hand to cup one.
“It fits perfectly in my hand.”Just like I dreamed it did. Fuck, but better.
I lower my mouth to the other one, bringing herpeaked nipple to my mouth and sucking it gently in. She hisses.
“You fit perfectly in my mouth too,” I say with a mouthful of the most perfect tit a man has ever seen and tasted. I lick and bite around her nipple while my hand pinches the other one, escalating this moment into more. She arches her back against the trunk of the tree, pushing her breast further into my mouth. Fuck, she likes it, almost as much as I do. She’s driving me wild, with her hips bucking and her breast filling my mouth. My hand is full of her, and still, I need more.
I explore. My hand curves down to her hip, and as if she can tell exactly what I’m thinking, she moves the fabric over her leg. Thank you to whoever designed this dress, because this slit is perfect for exactly what I want to do to her right now.
My fingers find the edge of her panties and follow the hem to the sensitive area I’ve been dying to touch. She parts her legs for me before tensing.
“It’s not you,” she whispers, and I stop. I find her looking at me with concern. “I…I’m not super wet, I know it, but it’s not you, it’s?—”
“Your PCOS, I know,” I say. I stand straight, keeping my fingers under the hem of her underwear while my other hand comes up to hold her face.
“You know? How?”
“When you got diagnosed and you told me, I spent weeks reading about it. It was one of the things that lots of articles mentioned: low lubrication and difficulty reaching orgasms.”
“Why did you read about it?” Her face looks puzzled, as if it’s a big deal, like she can’t imagine someone who cares about her reading about a condition that affects her every day.
“Because it’s a part of you. Why else do you think every month I bring you ice packs, warm compresses, and massage your back with CBD oil? We also watch all those movies you like.”
“Mmm, because I’m usually on my period. I’ve always wondered how you know.”
“I track it so I can help you feel better.” It’s true. I’ve read so much about how symptoms can be stronger for women with PCOS, so I try my best to help when I can.
“What if my period isn’t regular, like most people with this?” she asks, and I guess we’re having this whole ass conversation right now. Out of all the times in the world, she chooses to have it now, when I just want to touch and kiss her and make her feel good. Peace of mind over anything, I guess.
“I would figure it out, Daze. I’ve made it my mission to learn everything about you, including your body.” I kiss her collarbone and then her cheek. “Getting to know what you like, what bothers you, what makes you feel good, what makes you feel better, has always been a priority of mine. If I had to delete my app and figure it out based on subtle cues, I would.” I kiss her again, letting the words rest in her mind. Maybe she’ll finally see how gone for her I am.
“And you enjoy that?” she asks shyly.
“I love making you my priority, Daisy girl, one chick flick and warm compress at a time.” My smile against her skin widens, breathing her in.
“I’m not worried about you not being wet or whatever. I will make you feel good, I promise.” I kiss her lips as a small tear leaves her eye. “I’ve got you, baby, always. Now, can I continue?”
She chuckles and nods, bringing my lips to hers and kissing breathlessly. I take advantage of her lips on mine to bring my hand up and away from her pelvis.
“Wait…” She always begs, and I smile. I love her.
“I’m not done. I just need you to do something for me,” I say.
“Anything.”
