“You wanna help me here?” she finally asks, puffing her cheeks, looking defeated by the plate of food.
I readily agree on anything to change the subject until she stands up and moves over to my side of the table and takes the empty seat next to me.
She slices off a little meat and holds the fork to my mouth.
I notice her hand trembling but I play along, my hard on springing back to life as the beat of my heart pounds against my ribs.
She feeds me a couple more bites like this before I put my hand over hers, guiding it to my mouth before I set the fork down.
This is not in my imagination right now.
I turn a little in my seat, keeping her hand in mind.
“Are we flirting?” I ask her, interested in her response.
She looks shy and embarrassed, but she nods her head then lowers it.
“It just feels like—” she starts, trying to find the words.
My hand squeezes hers and I mumble something about not wanting to hurt her dad.
“He doesn’t have to know about us,” she says, suddenly looking up. Her blue eyes so clear, so beautiful.
So innocent.
“Don’t you want to even just kiss me? Just a little?” she asks, her lip trembling, her face clouding with the fear of rejection.
My instinct tells me she’s asked this question at least once before with someone else.
Maybe someone who didn’t treat her anywhere like she deserves.
“If I kiss you, Stacey,” I warn her. “I won’t want to stop. And I won’t be done with just kissing… I’ll want all of you. All to myself, forever.”
And I mean every word.
Feeling a part of my heart ache for my best friend, annoyed at myself too for not having more self-control.
But I’m only talking to her, right?
“Then kiss me, Ben” she whispers, her eyes misting over and her whole body shivering, looking like a wave of supreme arousal, and every last effort at self-control is leaving her.
I can feel it leaving us both as I move closer to her.
“I won’t stop,” I try to warn her again, but she only shakes her head, whimpering. Begging me to kiss her.
“Then don’t ever stop,” she manages to say before the whole room, the ranger station, even the approaching hurricane outside all disappear.
My mouth hot and wet over hers, I taste her sweetness. Feel how soft she is and my moan is one of tender resignation as I hold her face gently in both my hands.
She yields to me completely, and I feel her chest pressing against me, wanting more than just my mouth on her lips already, I can tell.
Whatever game we’ve been playing, trying to pretend or ignore this is what we both need vanishes in an instant.
It’s clear she wants more than just kisses, and her own hands jerk and yank at her robe, only making her kiss me harder and with some violence when my hand finds one of her ample breasts.
I’m eager to take it into my mouth, but I can’t get enough of her sweet mouth either.
It feels like both of us have had a fuse lit by bringing our bodies together, and each of us is afraid our time might run out if we don’t act now before something explodes.
We clumsily shift our seats and in a moment, she’s straddled my lap and I have both hands moving over her as her moist heat grinds onto my dick straining against my pants as our kissing moves to tongue fucking, our hands and bodies all signaling the same need.
Shifting my chair back, and letting her take some air, I announce that dessert is ready.
Shoving the plates to one side, I lift her up easily so her rump in on the table and lift her legs so they’re over my shoulders.
“Lay back,” I tell her firmly, noting she has no problem with the idea of me feasting on her glistening mound as I cup her chest briefly, pushing her back gently.
“I’m gonna kiss you some more,” I tell her. “Right… here,” I growl, and with three of my thick fingers stroking her slick valley she throws her head back, moaning loudly, swearing. Gripping my neck with the soft flesh behind her knees as I go down on her for the first time.
Hearing her swear like this, inhaling all of her, and knowing just how bad she needs this gives me immense satisfaction. But I still have to fight the urge to take out my dick and stroke myself to relief.
You’ll get your turn, I tell myself.
My whole mouth over her hot, wet pussy sets it quivering and her whole body shudders as she swears loudly again.
The sound of her pleasure even drowning out the tempest outside.
“I’m gonna make you come in my mouth, Stacey. I wanna eat your little cunt out until you come all over my face,” I groan, greedily lapping at her soft lips, savoring the sweetness of her essence and marveling at the smoothness and softness of her body as she starts to buck and writhe under me. Pushing herself up against my mouth and letting me slide both hands under her ass, which I start to knead with both hands.