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Chapter Six
Hannah
It was pretty amazing beneath the boughs of the tree. Sunlight filtered through to make a dappled pattern on the ground, assuring it wasn’t dark inside my little haven. The very nature of the tree kept me shielded from eyes… well, eyes that didn’t belong to the one man who had the right to look at me in my birthday suit.
I’d been shocked when he’d given the command to go outside naked, until I realized three things: My pussy had instantly clutched, my nipples had puckered, and my blood was racing through my veins. I couldn’t even blame it all on curiosity about what was in that bag. He hadn’t yet purchased ‘dessert’ when he’d pulled me to him at Home Depot. His cock had gotten rock hard the moment we’d begun to kiss. Knowing that he wanted me so much went a long way to allowing me to step out of my comfort zone.
Looking through the curtain of leaves, I could see him striding toward me, not an ounce of shame of his nudity in his expression. His cock was already fully erect as if guiding him to his destination. I felt a trickle of moisture slip down my thigh. From the grin on his face, I was pretty sure he forgave my slight adjustment to his command. God, he had me wanting to be every bit as wanton as he was. When he parted the branches, I smiled.
“Fancy meeting you here, soldier,” I said.
“Where else would I go to meet Eve but Eden?” he countered.
I almost laughed, wondering if that was perhaps a bit sacrilegious. “Aren’t you afraid that a snake might appear to tempt you to sin?” I asked, and when a lightning bolt didn’t zap me where I stood, I decided that God probably didn’t mind a bit of play.
“Not scared at all,” he countered, reaching for me and pulling me against his body. “The snake, my dear, is already here.”
Feeling his cock pressing against my stomach, I decided I couldn’t wait to be bitten.
After a long, searing kiss that left me breathless, he released me. I helped him spread out the blanket and when he told me to lie down, I obeyed as he reached for the bag.
“Let’s see, what shall it be? Strawberry or cherry?”
Propping myself up on my elbows, I rolled my eyes. “You are so mean. I thought you really got something naughty. Instead you got what? Fried pies at the convenience store?”
“Oh, ye of little faith. You are lying beneath the Tree of Knowledge. Prepare to be schooled.”
This time I did giggle. “I choose cherry.” Still expecting a real dessert to appear, I was confused when he pulled a bottle out of the bag. Before I could ask if it was some sort of drink, he straddled my hips and flipped the lid.
“Lie back.” Once I was prone again, he squeezed the bottle and a drizzle of oil dripped into the valley of my breasts. My nipples instantly tightened further as he continued to squeeze the bottle until a line ran down my middle and pooled in my navel.
After squirting some onto his palm, he set the bottle aside and rubbed his hands together. When his hands hovered over me, as if indecisive about where to land, I arched my back, silently offering him a destination. He grinned and settled them on my shoulders instead. I honestly couldn’t complain because the massage he began felt heavenly. I moaned but then crinkled my nose.
“I said cherry. I’m smelling strawberries.”
“Just wait,” he said. “We’ve only just begun. Now, close your eyes and just relax, or I’ll pull out the blindfold.”
“You bought a blindfold?”
“Yes, among other things.”
When I opened my mouth to ask what other things, he placed a slick finger against my lips.
“Your Eden doesn’t only provide privacy, it provides a great many switches. Unless you want to learn how one feels against your ass, I suggest you stop asking questions.”
Since I’d parted those branches myself, I knew he was right. So instead of a question, after he lifted his finger, I licked my lips… slowly. My tongue swept along the bottom and then the top. His fingers stilled and his eyes went darker. “Yup, definitely strawberry.”
He bent to kiss me, tasting the oil himself. His tongue invaded, his teeth nipped the lip I’d just stroked, and he didn’t sit back until I was groaning. “You’ll have your turn, but for now, it’s mine, and I’m not going to let you come until every inch of you is oiled and every muscle is quivering. Any more questions or comments?”
“No… no, sir,” I said, already trembling from nothing more than a kiss. He applied more oil to his hands and then ran them down my arms. Every one of my fingers received its own massage, and all the while, my nipples and pussy ached for their turn. My hands flew up to grasp his shoulders when he bent to draw a nipple into his mouth, suckling so softly, giving tiny little flicks of his tongue until I was writhing. But when he took it between his teeth and bit down, I was shocked to feel my sex clutching. I’d read that some women came from breast play alone, but had never believed it. The pressure grew as he pulled his head back, taking my nipple with it until I was arching again.
“Oh… oh, God!” I cried, my hands dropping from him to grip the blanket at my side. It was too much and yet then it wasn’t. His tongue replaced his teeth, soothing the bite and when he moved to lick down the hillock of my left breast, laved the valley with long strokes of his tongue before climbing the slope of my right breast, I was begging.
“Please, Brett… I need you in me… I-I can’t wait.”
“Yes, you can,” he countered, the words coming out in puffs of warm air against my goose-pebbled skin. “The slower you eat, the longer you enjoy every little bite.” He treated my right nipple to the same attention, my body burning with the fire he was stoking with every lick, every nibble, every tug. Even when he moved to straddle my legs and bent his head to trace the line of oil down my middle, he continued the massage of my breasts. His fingers plucked, rolled, tugged, and twisted my nipples until they were swollen and as red as the ripe berries that shared the same name as the oil he’d coated them with. When he dipped his tongue into my navel, my heels drummed against the blanket, and I quivered in expectation as to his next destination. He’d find he didn’t need oil as I was soaked.
“Turn over.”
