I stick out my tongue and draw a long line from the bottom up to her clit.
"Oh, my God, Tyler," she whispers, barely audible, arching her back and digging her fingers harder into my hair.
I make a couple more circles with my tongue over her panties, and then I pull away, just as abruptly as I pressed my face to her pussy, and she hums with displeasure.
"Not so fast, baby. First I want to see you," I say huskily and take off her dress, exposing her body in front of me.
I’ve imagined this moment so many times that I can't even count. But what I’ve imagined cannot be compared in any way to what I see right now.
Kylie Thompson is pure perfection: satin-soft tanned skin, slim hourglass figure, round in all the right places, thin waist, and drop-dead gorgeous breasts with petite swollen nipples staring right at me.
My body starts to ache with need, and when I'm finally able to move my gaze from her body, I meet her unbelievably huge sky-blue eyes, looking at me with anticipation.
I could've drowned in them, and I wouldn't want to be saved.
Kylie Thompson is a work of art, and if I was a collector, I'd hide this treasure under lock and key so no one else could see what's mine.
"I wanna see you, too," she whispers, biting her lower lip, and holds out her hands to unbuckle my jeans.
"I'm first, baby," I say with a smile and grab her ass in my arms, raising her up.
She gasps out of surprise, clutching my shoulders for balance.
Don't worry, babe, you won't fall. I'll never let you go...
"Where are you taking me?" she asks as we move.
I smile and kiss her neck as I walk to the pillows spread across the mattress.
My beautiful Kylie, you can't even imagine what I'm gonna do with you tonight.
I go down slowly, gently placing her onto the pillows.
"You have to feel comfortable when I'm eating you." I smile huskily, looking into her eyes, eagerly awaiting the coming pleasure.
Chapter Nine
Kylie
You have to feel comfortable when I'm eating you...
Did he really just say this? Or am I still dreaming?
Tyler Parish is about to go down on me to eat my pussy, and I start praying to never wake up if it's a dream.
We're in the middle of the park. What if someone sees us? I know there are curtains over the gazebo, and the light of the lanterns is muted, but still...
When he kisses my belly, I arch my back in response, no matter how scared I am that we might not be alone.
"Ty, what if someone sees us?" I ask, despite how desperately I don't want him to stop.
"Don't worry, babe, the curtains are impenetrable, and I arranged for the cameras to be turned off," he says hoarsely, continuing to kiss my belly, "and there are guards along the perimeter of the outer part of the fence so that no one can disturb us, even if they really want to."
I can't believe it. He prepared everything so meticulously for this date, as if...as if he wanted to make love to me in the park from the very beginning.
He unbuckles my bra, undressing me quicker this time than he did with my dress as if he's trying hard to go slow but can't fight himself.
Tyler is kissing my collarbone, throwing the bra away, while his other hand finds my swollen nipple and squeezes it between his fingers.