“Were you planning to seduce me here like you did her?"
It was my turn to frown. "I'm not trying to seduce you, Cherys. I told you, no pressure.”
“No pressure on me. But I can put as much pressure on you as I want."
The gorgeous brunette shifted a few inches closer to me on the blanket.
“I want to feel what that would be like."
Her face tilted towards mine again and her Lips pursed as she closed the gap between us. I closed my eyes myself and immediately I felt every other sense sharpen.
I heard the whistling of the wind through the leaves and the chirping of birds above us. I smelled Cherys' musky-sweet scent that set my blood on fire. And then I tasted her lips as if they were the juiciest fruit imaginable.
Cherys moaned and then instinct took over as I pressed back against her with my Lips, gently bearing her down to the blanket, pushing until she was flat on her back and circling her arms around my head.
My mind was whirling with the adrenaline rush. This was Cherys. This was freakin' CHERYS! And I was kissing her. There was nothing manic or out of control about the kiss, just passion and urgency as she clutched me tighter to her and our tongues danced with one another.
With a burst of energy, she pushed up against me and rolled us over until I was on my back. I felt my leg kick against the picnic basket, probably spilling things. But at this point, I really didn't care what happened to it. My universe had shrunk down to the gorgeous woman in my arms.
Cherys slipped her lips off of mine and began kissing her way down my cheek. I took the opportunity to fasten my Lips to her neck and begin rubbing while she gasped, "David! Oh, David!" in my ear.
Suddenly, the weight of her chest was flush against me as her arms fluttered around doing something else. Just when I snapped open my eyes to figure out what was going on, her mouth was on mine once again,
Cherys moaning into our liplock as we went at it again with fresh vigor.
My hands were roaming along her legs, sliding beneath the hem of her sundress. For a few moments, they settled on her thong-covered ass, tracing the skin of her firm globes before gliding up her back. But when I felt the bare skin over her spine, my eyes whipped open again.
Ny right hand was against her Lower back and the left moved up to find that her shoulder was bare as well.
I sat up in surprise, not expecting things to go this far just yet. At least, things weren't supposed to go this far in Amber's plan.
When I got up, Cherys had rolled over onto her back and I could see now that somehow, she'd slipped the shoulder straps of her dress and unsnapped her bra, leaving her completely topless in my arms.
I'd seen Cherys' tits before. They always gave me a thrill, but now, as
I leaned over her, the glorious melons were just inches away in all their naked splendor. The blood rush in my head was enough to make me dizzy.
Her eyes were brilliant and wide open, the color tingeing a deep violet in the light. She stared at me with an expectant expression. My left arm was half-trapped beneath her and my right was on her shoulder as I gaped down at the beautiful tits, my own eyes burning with undisguised lust.
“Are you going to fuck me now?" she husked in a deep voice.
I caught a note in that question, a slight bitterness that I wasn't expecting. I instinctively knew that she wasn't ready yet. So I looked into her eyes and said, "No." And then I took the front of her dress and pulled it up to cover her breasts.
She certainly looked surprised. And it took a moment for her to get over her shock as I bent down and began to kiss her lips again. Her own mouth didn't move for the first few seconds, but then her hands circled around my head and she was returning the kiss with a new fever.
I had thought she was passionate when she first kissed me. This time, she was absolutely ravenous. I could feel the heat radiating off of her skin as she mashed her body against mine, molding her curves around my own. And there was a keening gasp of triumph in her voice as she moaned happily into our embrace.
She rolled us back over so that she was on top, and we didn't stop making out until our lips were sore.