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6
GARDEN
Taylor
“Hmm,”Miles said, a stupid grin on his face.
“Hmm? What do you mean by that?”
He shrugged. “Just an expression. It means I’m thinking.”
“Thinking about what, exactly?”
“Nothing. I was just wondering if you would be offended if we tried that kiss again.”
Holy shit!
I glanced behind him, checking on my dad. He was still in the kitchen, but he could come out at any second.
“Walk with me,” I said, getting up. Once again my legs crossed the bench, my skirt hitching up so that my upper thighs became clearly visible for that short span of time, and once again I saw his eyes drop down. This time they lingered on my legs a bit longer than the last time.
I threw my paper plate and empty juice can in the trash and we went out into the garden. Dad had installed a few wooden picnic tables and benches strewn about randomly throughout the garden. I led him to the furthest bench, right up against the thick trees and high bushes that lined the property, where it was darkest, my heart hammering in my chest.
We sat down, the house about a hundred yards away. The moon shone bright but even with that, thanks to the low branches of a fully grown banyan tree, we were in almost total darkness. I couldn’t even make out Miles’ features. I wanted to see his expression to get an idea of what this stranger was thinking, but I was literally kept in the dark. When his arm wrapped around my waist I practically jumped.
“Relax,” Miles whispered in my ear, nibbling my lobe gently and sending shivers up and down my spine.
Jesus Christ,I thought, not realizing I had been holding my breath until I had to exhale. How could something as simple as playing with an ear feel so fucking delicious?
Miles moved his lips down the side of my neck, tracing my soft skin lightly, kissing it, tasting it, and I immediately realized this hot hunk of a man knew what he was doing. He was good. I had no experience with other men, none at all, but even then I knew Miles was an expert at pushing the right buttons when it came to women. All he did was hold my waist gently and play around my neck and ear and I could already feel the wetness seeping out of me.
“So this is what you were thinking of?” I said, slightly out of breath.
“Something like this, yeah,” Miles said. He positioned his other hand on my torso, rubbing my stomach area through my dress and firing off a sequence of barrel rolls in me.
How is he doing that?
His lips hovered next to mine, his tongue probing. I opened my mouth and let him in, the duality of strength and gentleness in his kiss injecting huge doses of dopamine straight into my brain. The first of many moans escaped my lips.
His hand moved downward from my stomach to my thighs, rubbing them until I felt my legs turn to jelly. My hand went to the back of his neck, caressing it as if it were the most natural thing in the world for me to do.
Emboldened, Miles lifted my leg slightly and hooked it over his thigh. The cool evening breeze swirled around under me but did nothing to relieve the smoldering heat between my legs. He continued kissing me while his hand slid under my dress and rested on my inner thigh, only inches away from my sopping wet pussy. My legs closed up reflexively, but he gently pried them open again. I had this strong, senseless impulse to cross them, but I kept still, terror and excitement coursing through my veins, through my entire body.
When Miles finally moved his hand up between my legs, he drew a sharp breath in surprise.
“Fuck, Tay,” he said, the shock evident in his voice. “You’re not wearing any…”
“Shhh,” I said, placing a finger on his lips. “Just shut up and kiss me.”
He resumed his kiss, but this time it had an edge to it, hinting at a hunger and an animal ferocity lurking just beneath the surface. His finger moved back and forth along the line of my slit, and I moaned into his mouth, my body so sexually charged I could feel myself vibrating.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Miles said between kisses. “So fucking wet.”
He shifted his weight slightly, then slid a thick finger inside me. My whole body went rigid as I gasped, grabbing on to his arm tightly. I’ve only ever had my own finger in me, and had gotten used to my dainty touch. Miles was different. He was bigger in every conceivable way, and stronger, and already my pussy never felt so full.
“Oh god,” I moaned, my mind filled with intense pleasure as he moved his finger in and out of me in this slow, deliberate way. My hips thrusted forward, my stomach crunched, and without warning I suddenly found myself orgasming.
“Oh god, oh god!” I squealed, pushing his hand out as the waves rolled over me, slammed into me, causing me to buckle over in a trembling heap. If it weren’t for the strong arms of Miles supporting me I would have crumbled to the ground in a writhing pile of mess.
