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We all strive for that.
The levels differ but we all need that in our lives.
He wipes my tiny tears, “Bunny…”
Sugar is the ultimate cure for any emotional state.
I glide the spoon across the container, creating a tiny ball of three flavors, and take a bite. “Mmm.” Cookies n’ cream explode in my mouth, after that salted caramel and then pistachio.
I make another ball on my spoon and give Dean a taste of this palatable ice cream. From his chin angle, I stare at him as he drags it slowly.
A sigh rushes to break free from my lungs.
He caresses the side of my thighs, dragging soothing lines up and down and anew.
I’m so glad to be here with him.
Halloween is coming soon, although, the festivities already started. Since the shop is going to work in a specific structure; longer hours and special offers for some awesome freestyle designs all at the same price.
Which I’m super excited about.
I have scheduled a break for this week as part of my annual trip.
We slept throughout the day. It’s nearly midnight. I’m already fully clothed. I had two hours to organize some food and drinks for the road. The only thing left is to invite Dean Walker to join me.
“Why are you wearing clothes when you can wear nakedness so fucking well?”
His voice travels in the air and before I spin, he clasps his hand around my stomach and removes my hair to spread kisses on the pillar of my neck. Dedicating long minutes to sucking and grazing a spot until I can feel a scarlet mark forming on my flesh.
“My marks look gorgeous on you.”
I turn my head to him.
“So beautiful,” he stares at it with admiration and darts his eyes to pierce through mine with the same expression.
A gut-wrenching feeling gnaws at me. I don’t want him to regret this and run away.
“If you’d keep looking at me like that I might have to fuck you sooner than expected.”
“No time!” I reply as I shift on the soles of my shoes to stand in front of him.
His brows furrow.
Determined to share this with the man who is generous, patient, and protective of me, “We’re going on a hike.” I explain.
A wicked curl tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Really?”
“Yes! Sex in my van is a necessity. It’s not big but we can handle it.” I wave my hands around to emphasize my stance.
He looks away, over to the swan sink of the kitchen. “I don’t want to know how many times you had sex in your van.”
I take his ticking jaw in my palm and tilt his face back to me. “Zero.”
He swallows under my touch, staring into my eyes, “Where?”
“Yosemite,” I answer, biting my lips as I wait for a reaction.
He grins widely. “I’m down,” he dips to kiss my lips.
