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I run my tongue around the tip of the apple and over his lower lips before snagging the treat out of his mouth. “I guess that’s for you to decide, Mr. Abner. I can be an angel or a devil. Or I can be both.”
The front of his shorts makes a tent. “Can you now?” he whispers hoarsely.
This isn’t helping, but screw it, I’m horny, and he doesn’t seem too busy for a romp in the sack, either. I sit back on my heels. “How about you find out which role I’m best at.”
I peel off my shirt and fall back onto my hands and knees, throwing a daring glance over my shoulder.
He reaches out with one hand and slides my shorts down my backside. I kick them off. I didn’t wear anything under the shorts, so now I’m completely naked as I kneel on the grass. He caresses my ass with his left hand and leans forward until his lips caress my right ear. “Keep planting, my temptress. I don’t want to disturb your work in any way.”
I snicker quietly at the irony of his words, but I humor him anyway. And when his hand starts to explore between my legs, I spread them wider, letting out a hungry moan.
“Do you like that, bébé?” he asks.
I nod, hanging my head and watching his hand work magic between my legs. His strokes get bolder. Faster. I arch my back and rock my hips around his fingers. Sweat trickles down my back and neck in the hot sun. Sunburn? Pft! It doesn’t matter as long as he doesn’t stop.
After almost driving me to the edge, he pulls his hand away, resting it on my hip. I groan softly in protest. “Seer…please don’t stop.”
“Don’t worry, mon amour,” Seer coos. “I’m not. It looks like you’re very hot, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
I nod.
“Would you like me to cool you off?”
I nod again, wiggling my hips, hoping he’d do anything to relieve me of the throbbing ache in my core.
He placed his hand on the small of my back. “Hold still, baby. Let me cool you off.” I jump when I feel his cool, wet tongue between my legs. He keeps his hand on my back, firmly holding me in place. He swirls his tongue around my entrance, sliding it over my clit, and then slowly inserts it, fucking me with it. Slowly at first. Then fast. I moan loudly, shamelessly rocking my pussy into his mouth. In contrast to how hot I am, the wetness of his tongue makes the exercise all the more pleasurable.
“Do you like that, my little vixen?” he asks, relentlessly pushing into me in a slow, deep rhythm that’s aimed at driving me crazy.
“Oh, yeah... Nicholas, please…”
“Spread your legs wider, my love.”
He doesn’t need to tell me twice. I open my legs wider, arching deeper for him. Two of his fingers join his tongue in torturing me. And before long, I come undone.
“Oh, Nicholas!” I scream his name, grinding desperately against him. I explode into a million pieces around his hands and mouth. I collapse, dropping my head on my forearms as he slides out from beneath me. Rolling over on my back in the grass, I try to catch my breath. His hand remains between my leg, resting lazily on my left thigh.
“I’ve decided which you are,” he says after a long stretch of silence.
“Which?”
“A temptress, my lady,” Seer says, lying on the bare grass beside me. “That’s what you are. You tempt me beyond doubt...Make me want to do crazy things to you.
I prop myself on one elbow. I start to say something, but he captures me in a searing kiss that leaves me panting for more. Seer rolls on top of me. I can’t remember at what point he’d removed his shorts, but suddenly he’s sliding into me in a painfully slow yet filling stroke. We’re both moaning so loudly that our voices become indistinguishable.
I wrap my legs around him, raising my hips to meet his strokes. I smile into his gorgeous blue eyes, gently caressing his face. “I love you, Nicholas. And I’ll never get tired of saying that.”
His steamy gaze keeps me hooked to him, body, spirit, and soul. “Be my wife, Victoria. Please.”
Not even the shock of his proposal stops me from grinding faster into him in restless pursuit of release.
“Oh, Nicholas!”
I grab onto his shoulders, sinking my teeth into his neck as a powerful wave of orgasm overwhelms me to my very soul.
“Yes! Yes, Nicholas. I’ll marry you!”
