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She shook her head. “No. Not today.”
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“What are you doing?”
He glanced up at Kiera—her smile was vibrant, her eyes sparkling. She looked fabulous, as usual. Her tan slacks hugged her slender hips and her blue blouse molded over her breasts.
“Getting ready for a picnic.”
“In the living room?”
“Yep.” He patted the old gray blanket they’d made love on the first time ever, and he’d kept the old thing for more than thirty years. They only brought it out now on special occasions because the fabric showed signs of wear, and they both felt a bit superstitious about losing the old thing completely.
She giggled but sat on one side of the blanket, her back to the sofa, her sexy legs stretched out in front of her. Her adorable little toes were painted bright blue. He chuckled and shook his head. “I still can’t believe Leesa talked you into blue toenails.”
Her toes wiggled, and she laughed, “I know, but now I’m used to them. They sparkle.”
“Stay right there.” He stood and started for the kitchen. “If you want to take your clothes off to get more comfortable, please feel free.”
Her laugh rang out as he entered the kitchen. He’d sliced an apple and laid it out on a plate with sliced parmesan cheese on each slice. He grabbed the bottle of wine and tucked it under his arm, and slid his fingers under the base of two wineglasses. Entering the living room, he damned near dropped everything when his wildest dreams had materialized.
Kiera lay on her side on their gray blanket, not a stitch of clothing on her body. Her head lay in her hand, her breasts puckered when he got near, her sexy hazel eyes—his favorite color—watched him, and a soft smile tilted her lips up just a hint.
He knelt beside her, laying the plate of apples on the floor near her. He poured them each a glass of her favorite Moscato and set the bottle on the coffee table.
“You are the loveliest sight my eyes have ever landed on, Kiera.”
She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners, which added such character to her already-stunning face. The face he’d dreamed of over and over all these years. The face he’d dreamed of waking up to. The face that had been taken away from him by selfish, manipulative people.
“Well, then I guess we’re a great pair because I want to look at you every day. I watch you whenever you’re near. And when you aren’t near, I imagine you are. I always have.”
Handing her a glass of wine, he tapped his to hers lightly, then sipped the cool, sweet liquid. Setting his glass on the table next to the bottle, he picked up an apple slice, and rubbed it along one of her breasts, circling her puckered nipple and watched it tighten up a bit more. Then he dipped his head and licked the apple juice from her skin, laving then sucking in her taut nipple enough to make her moan. She slowly rolled to her back, pulling him with her, then she jerked. “I don’t want to spill my wine.”
He let go of her nipple with a pop and reached for her glass. “Lay still, honey.”
Carefully dribbling the cold wine between her breasts, enjoying her gasps as the cold liquid touched her skin, he quickly sipped it from her, making sure to pull each breast into his mouth for equal attention.
He lifted and drizzled some of the wine down her torso and watched it roll into her navel, her body moving as she giggled. He again sipped and sucked his way along her body, her smooth, warm skin a delicious contrast to the cool wine. Positioning himself between her legs, he trickled more wine over her pussy, her squeals music to his ears because they were followed by giggles. Downing the remaining wine, he bent to lick the wine from her warm wet pussy, and he planned to spend a bit of time there.
Her giggles turned to moans of delight, and her hands dove into his hair. Her hips bucked as he found her sweet spot and circled it with his tongue and sucked it into his mouth. Using pulsing pressure, he continued to bring her close to orgasm, sliding his fingers inside of her to manipulate her further. She arched her back and gasped, her legs quivered, her flesh dewy as the orgasm rolled over her. Lapping a few more times, he allowed her to come down from her ecstasy before he climbed up her body, peppering soft kisses along the way.
Covering her mouth with his, mating his tongue with hers, he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his rigid cock. Finding her entrance with the tip, he slowly slid into her warm, silky wetness and rocked forward, filling her completely.
His pace began slow and deliberate, enjoying the feel of her pussy sucking his cock inside and holding him so tight. Her slickness surrounded him, creating erotic sounds as he slid out and pushed back in. Kissing her cheeks, her neck, her hair, he began to move faster, and she wrapped her legs around his ass and pushed him with her heels, urging him on, her hips rising to meet his thrusts.
Faster he moved, his skin heating, a bead of sweat rolling down his spine, the slapping sounds as exciting as how she felt to him. He pulled back to watch her face as her next orgasm rolled in and she opened her eyes and locked on his. That was it. He groaned as the pressure built and then like a volcano, released. Her face pinched and relaxed as her orgasm rolled through her. Her mouth opened, her breathing raspy. Utterly sexy.
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David lay next to her, naked now and completely sexy, his tanned skin still gleaming from their lovemaking. He’d filled their glasses, and they now snacked on the apples and cheese he’d made for them. They stared at each other like they were starving, each still reeling from the news they’d received from Carleene Campisi, even though it had been six months ago.
Couples counseling, individual counseling, more her than him, and a lot of time together, talking, sharing, working things out, had gotten them to this place. Of course, in some odd way, it had helped that Carleene had died of a massive heart attack three weeks after she’d basically destroyed her relationship with her mother. Though, now Kiera knew it had been built on a lie anyway. Her mother was just as complicit in the events in her life as her father, or Frederick, and Carleene had been.
She’d hired an attorney and was currently working on taking possession of the entire Campisi empire. She didn’t have a clue how to run it, so her intentions were to sell it all once she had control. She’d start a huge educational trust foundation to offer children college scholarships, The Vanessa Campisi Scholarship Fund.
“What are you thinking aboutamore mio?”
She sighed. “You know. We’ve talked about it all ad nauseam. But, in so many ways, I’m grateful for so many things. I think I’m growing up, David.”
