knew no man could beat him when it came to pleasuring a woman. He suddenly had the urge to prove that point to Mia once again.
*
Mia opened the door to her apartment and shooed Perdita inside. She just had time to see the dog slurping away at her water bowl before Blaine tugged her back into the hallway. “Come with me, back to the lake,” he said.
“Okay—what, do you want to go fishing?” She trotted beside him, trying to keep up with his long legs.
“No—I love fishing, but there’s one outdoor activity I love even more,” Blaine said. They stepped on to the dirt path beside the lake. “Where is it—oh, there.” He turned abruptly into the woods.
“What the heck?” asked Mia. Branches scratched at her arms and she had to duck to avoid losing an eye. Blaine seemed to be on a beeline for something, but she wasn’t sure what.
“Can’t you see it?” he asked. “I could just make it out from the path.”
She followed his gaze, but made out nothing but branches and leaves, until flashes of pink cut through the brown and green.
A lone flowering tree stood in the middle of the patch of woods, as if some gardener had gotten lost, left the tree, and never found his way back to claim it. The tree had low branches that reached toward the sky like the arms of a worshipper extended in prayer. Bright pink blossoms had shed petals around the tree’s base.
Mia smiled. “A crepe myrtle tree, here? So funny. My mom paid hundreds of dollars for the crepe myrtles in her yard.”
“I wonder how it got out here,” Blaine said.
“Birds and butterflies,” said Mia.
Blaine grinned at her. “I was thinking more about birds and bees.” He pulled her closer to the tree.
She reached up and removed a stray flower petal from his hair. “Silly. You dragged me out here to fool around? What was wrong with my bedroom?”
Blaine kissed her neck. The goose bumps he raised made it seem like a cool breeze had found its way in between the tree branches. “I thought we might scare Perdita,” Blaine said. “Besides, it’s more exciting to think of being watched by passing joggers than by a foo-foo dog.”
She laughed into his chest. He lifted her chin. “Does it excite you?” he asked. There could be someone watching us…” He ran both hands over her bottom and then lightly brushed his fingers between her legs. “Watching us right now. Maybe a guy wishing he was me.” He pushed both hands into her hair. “But he’s not. So let’s make him jealous.”
She nodded, and Blaine wasted no time. He slid the skinny straps of her workout top over her shoulders and exposed both breasts. He cupped one in his hand while he suckled the other. She watched, her panties getting wetter, as his tongue flicked over her hard nipples. He fell to his knees before her, and wrenched her yoga pants down to her ankles.
“Oh, my gosh,” Mia said. She looked wildly over her shoulder, but she saw no one. The more she gazed around the little clearing, however, the more she found herself hoping someone was watching. Someone admiring her bare ass and wishing his own hands were Blaine’s. She spread her legs a little and bent over, just to give her imaginary voyeurs a better view. She gripped the tree branch above her head.
Blaine still knelt before her. He was staring at her pussy. She’d gotten somewhat accustomed to it, but it still made her nervous. What if he found some fault in her? She didn’t really know what guys expected down there. Women all looked for size, but what
*
Mia opened the door to her apartment and shooed Perdita inside. She just had time to see the dog slurping away at her water bowl before Blaine tugged her back into the hallway. “Come with me, back to the lake,” he said.
“Okay—what, do you want to go fishing?” She trotted beside him, trying to keep up with his long legs.
“No—I love fishing, but there’s one outdoor activity I love even more,” Blaine said. They stepped on to the dirt path beside the lake. “Where is it—oh, there.” He turned abruptly into the woods.
“What the heck?” asked Mia. Branches scratched at her arms and she had to duck to avoid losing an eye. Blaine seemed to be on a beeline for something, but she wasn’t sure what.
“Can’t you see it?” he asked. “I could just make it out from the path.”
She followed his gaze, but made out nothing but branches and leaves, until flashes of pink cut through the brown and green.
A lone flowering tree stood in the middle of the patch of woods, as if some gardener had gotten lost, left the tree, and never found his way back to claim it. The tree had low branches that reached toward the sky like the arms of a worshipper extended in prayer. Bright pink blossoms had shed petals around the tree’s base.
Mia smiled. “A crepe myrtle tree, here? So funny. My mom paid hundreds of dollars for the crepe myrtles in her yard.”
“I wonder how it got out here,” Blaine said.
“Birds and butterflies,” said Mia.
Blaine grinned at her. “I was thinking more about birds and bees.” He pulled her closer to the tree.
She reached up and removed a stray flower petal from his hair. “Silly. You dragged me out here to fool around? What was wrong with my bedroom?”
Blaine kissed her neck. The goose bumps he raised made it seem like a cool breeze had found its way in between the tree branches. “I thought we might scare Perdita,” Blaine said. “Besides, it’s more exciting to think of being watched by passing joggers than by a foo-foo dog.”
She laughed into his chest. He lifted her chin. “Does it excite you?” he asked. There could be someone watching us…” He ran both hands over her bottom and then lightly brushed his fingers between her legs. “Watching us right now. Maybe a guy wishing he was me.” He pushed both hands into her hair. “But he’s not. So let’s make him jealous.”
She nodded, and Blaine wasted no time. He slid the skinny straps of her workout top over her shoulders and exposed both breasts. He cupped one in his hand while he suckled the other. She watched, her panties getting wetter, as his tongue flicked over her hard nipples. He fell to his knees before her, and wrenched her yoga pants down to her ankles.
“Oh, my gosh,” Mia said. She looked wildly over her shoulder, but she saw no one. The more she gazed around the little clearing, however, the more she found herself hoping someone was watching. Someone admiring her bare ass and wishing his own hands were Blaine’s. She spread her legs a little and bent over, just to give her imaginary voyeurs a better view. She gripped the tree branch above her head.
Blaine still knelt before her. He was staring at her pussy. She’d gotten somewhat accustomed to it, but it still made her nervous. What if he found some fault in her? She didn’t really know what guys expected down there. Women all looked for size, but what
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