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“Good, because as far as I’m concerned, my father died when he stabbed my mother in the back.”
“I had to get away from a controlling mother myself. Wouldn’t let me live my life and tried to decide everything for me. I was twenty-two years old, and she was trying to forbid me from seeing certain boys.”
“Oh, that kind of mother, huh?”
“Well, in her defense, those boys did end up being trash, but it was my decision which kind of trash I wanted to be with.”
More laughter. “As is every young adult’s right.”
We head into the cabin, me behind Char as we walk. I never want to hurt her like my dad hurt my mom. I’ve never been unfaithful in my life, but I know there’s more ways to hurt someone in a relationship than simply infidelity. Infidelity is just the quickest way to do it.
“Enough about the past,” I say, kicking off my boots and letting out a relieved groan. “It’s in the past, you know. We don’t have to deal with it anymore.”
“Just the future and whatever it holds.”
We reach the kitchen table, and I swing around to embrace her from behind. “What’s the future hold for you, Char? That diner couldn’t have been where you were planning to spend the rest of your life.”
Her eyes drift off to the ceiling as she’s lost in thought. “I kinda wish I could do more with sewing and tailoring and the like. Fixing clothes, simple designs and all that. I like the joy that it brings people.”
“You got a talent for it. I can say that much.”
“One of the jobs I applied for in desperation was at a fancy boutique downtown. I never heard back from them, so I figure they had standards too high for me to meet.”
“Lot of jobs are about who you know. It probably went to the manager’s brother’s cousin's son’s former roommate. I wouldn’t beat yourself up over not getting something like that.”
“I’m not. I’d be the world champion at self-loathing if I beat myself up over every job I didn’t get. Just that it would have been nice.”
“You’ll find something you enjoy. You’re brighter than you know, Char. More talented too.”
“Do you really think so?”
I spin her in my arms, looking into those gorgeous eyes of hers. “I know so.”
My lips meet hers, and it feels like fate, like destiny to have her here with me. We read one another so well. I hoist her up onto the kitchen table. She’s wearing this modest little skirt today, and it looks sexy as hell on her, as does everything. I run my hand down her body, enjoying every sinful curve of hers. My kisses leave her lips and start raining down her body, hearing her gasp. My other hand travels up her hips and under her skirt.
“Today I want to taste you, babe,” I whisper to her. “Let me devour you.”
“Oh,” she says, a devilish grin on her face. “Eat me up, then, you big bear you.”
I shake my head, amused at how damn cute she is. I pull her panties down her legs, exposing that beautiful slit of hers. I lick my lips as I kneel down to meet it, draping her skirt over my head. I kiss her on the clit, feeling her shudder against me, her hands going to my hair, ruffling it up through the fabric of her skirt.
My tongue laps at her juices, poking around her wetness, exploring the perimeter of her beautiful self. She’s so sweet, so addicting, and there is a never-ending flow from her that I’m going to happily lap up.
I push my tongue inside her, and start to massage her walls with a steady rhythm, all the while my hands explore her body. Rubbing up against her ass, her hips, her sides, working my way up to her tits. I hear her moan softly, and I keep up the pressure, bringing back one set of fingers to massage her clit as I continue to devour her.
Faster I go, wanting to keep her moaning for me, to keep her singing for me. She’s trembling beneath me, writhing. Her legs close around my shoulders, not wanting me to stop, not knowing that I will never stop pleasing her.
Lick, suck, lick, a twisting tongue into her, she moans and coos for me. She’s tossing and turning, and I’m steadily learning how to please her. I want to know everything about her..
Harder, faster, more intense my licks are. Her calves cramping my neck, holding me closer, urging me to give her my all. Her voice echoes throughout the room, her body lifting off the table as her back arches. She’s so damn close to coming for me, and I want nothing more than for that to happen. I keep licking her with a steady rhythm but increase the desire best I can manage.
When she comes, I know it. Not just from her voice turning into an alluring whimper, but from how she’s damn near strangling me with her legs, how her pussy clamps down on my tongue.
She lies on the table, panting: a breathtakingly beautiful woman in front of me. I stand up, licking my lips, proud of a job well done.
“Goddamn, where’d you learn to eat pussy so good?”
“I don’t know. Common sense? Reading your signals?” I stroke my chin. “Maybe a little of it is from watching porn back in the day to make sure I didn’t screw up when it was showtime?”
