Good thing that I don’t want to, either.
"Can I ask you something?" he wonders aloud, and I nod.
"What is it?”
"Where did you get your name from?" he asks. "Honey. It’s not exactly one you hear often. Or is it just a nickname?”
"No, it’s my name," I reply, and I grin and shake my head. "My mother chose it for me. All the time that she was pregnant with me, she couldn’t get enough honeycrisp apples, and so she thought that the universe was trying to tell her something."
"Good thing she wasn’t craving crab apples, huh?" he teases me lightly, and he rises to his feet.
"Where are you going?" I ask. He holds his hand up, letting me know that he’s going to be right back. I watch as he pulls an apple from one of the trees next to us, and then joins me back on the blanket.
"Here you go," he murmurs to me, pressing it into my hand. "Your namesake. Honeycrisp."
I lift it to my mouth and take a bite, the sweet, fresh juices running down my chin and under my dress. His eyes are on me, not moving, not breaking, and I know just what he must be thinking.
And, before I can say another word, he shifts towards me and plants his lips on my apple-slick mouth.
Chapter Five
Hank
As soon as our mouths meet, it is as though something that we have both been trying to keep in all this time comes rushing out. I pull her towards me, taste the sweetness of the apple on her lips, and I can’t help but growl against her. She feels perfect, every part of her so delicious that I know that I am not going to be able to hold myself back.
I trace the path the apple juice took over her skin, kissing her chin, her neck, down her collarbone – and then push down the straps of her dress, letting my mouth trace over her breast and down to her nipples. They are already hard, and she gasps and grasps the back of my head as I move on top of her and push her down into the blanket below us.
It’s a warm night, but the cool air on her skin makes her nipples swell to hardness beneath my mouth at once. God, she’s as gorgeous as I thought she would be – braless and pantyless under this dress, the thought of her as naked as this when we had just been talking is enough to drive me crazy. I know now that the restaurant flaking on us was fate – I can’t focus on anything right now but how much I want her, and I know that this is just the way it was meant to go.
I push up her dress, move down further, until I am between her legs. She is already glistening with wetness, and I glance up at her to make sure that she really wants this – she is panting hard, and just manages to nod before I plant my mouth against her pussy for the first time.
She’s sweeter than the apple she was eating, the wetness between her legs like musky honey against my lips. I stroke my tongue so gently over her clit and her whole body tenses up. She reaches down to run her fingers through my hair and make sure that I am not going anywhere.
As though there is anywhere else in the world I would rather be at this moment. She groans, lifts her hips and presses them to my face, so that I have no choice but to get lost in the sweetness of her pussy.
And I am determined to give her an orgasm that she is never going to forget.
I slide my hands beneath her ass and pull her to me, hungry for all that I can have from her, all that I can take. I move my tongue in circles against her clit, over and over again, letting her get used to the sensation of it before I dip lower and push my tongue just a half-inch inside of her.
She cries out, so loudly that I swear the sound echoes out over the whole orchard – if anyone is still out here, clearing up the stuff from the festival earlier, then they are going to hear us. I don’t care. She seems to respond to my touch as though it is everything that she has been waiting for, and there is no way that I am going to stop now.
I move back up to her clit, sealing my lips around her and sucking softly as I move my fingers inside of her. She is grinding back against me, moving fast as though she is having a hard time containing herself, and I can tell that she is enjoying every moment of this. How long has it been since someone has pleasured her like this? Whatever her answer to that might be, I know that it has been far too long.