“Mmm… All sweet, innocent picnics in the park, I’m sure,” she breathes.
“Hardly.” It’s confession time and I can’t shut up. “Do you know how many times I fucked my hand, wishing it was you?”
Julia’s head rolls forward, her green eyes staring into mine under lust-heavy eyelids. “You’ve really been thinking about me when you jack off?” she asks, biting her lower lip.
“Let’s just say my imagination should have been paying you royalties.”
“For how long?” she asks, scrunching her eyebrows at me.
“Too long.”
“This week? This month?”
“Years,” I admit.
Julia looks at me, her lips pursed as she processes my admission. The way her eyes roam my face, so full of wonder, you’d think she was seeing me for the first time. And hell, in a way, maybe she is. I’ve never admitted the way I feel about her, the way I’ve always felt about her, to anyone.
“Well, if we’re making up for lost time…” she licks her lips. “What were you thinking about when I should have been getting all those spank bank royalties?”
I squint an eye at her. “Are you asking what I imagined you doing when I jacked off?”
Julia purses her lips, her eyebrows raising as she tries not to smile. She gives her shoulders a little shrug. “Maaaaaybe.”
My eyes sweep the park. We’re well and truly hidden from view up here, the oak tree and the angle of the hill providing privacy from anyone walking down on the paths below. I like to think I have better-than-average perception, and it’s not like anyone could get the drop on me.
“Back up,” I demand, heart battering the inside of my chest.
Julia’s spine straightens, and she looks up at me through her eyelashes as she scoots back onto the blanket. She lifts an eyebrow at me as I look her up and down. God, she’s so fucking beautiful, and when she’s giving me attitude, doubly so. I love the challenge in her eyes, the unspoken dare pushing me to say something I probably wouldn’t admit otherwise.
I’m an imaginative dude, but there’s one thing. One thing I pictured over and over…
“Untie your dress.”
Even from here, I can see the little shiver that runs through her. Her eyes dart around us, her eyebrows climbing ever higher as she reaches for the bow, her fingers plucking at the ends delicately. She pulls them slowly. So slowly; the expression in her eyes making it clear that every movement is designed to draw this out and drive me wild.
It’s fucking working.
Julia sits up on her knees as she opens the front of her dress, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach, those ridiculous panties and a matching bra. Sheer black mesh and little straps stretch over the curves of her breasts, dipping low in the front. Her nipples strain against the fabric, tightening under my gaze.
“Oh… fuck me…” I groan as I stare at her. There’s no blood left to keep my brain functioning. Everything has been diverted to my dick.
“I thought you might like it…” she says coyly. My eyes must be bugging out of my head because she grins, looking so damn smug.
“You thought right,” I growl, hooking a finger under the center of her bra and pulling her toward me. “Get over here.”
Julia shakes her head, her hands landing on my thighs. A little wince of pain stabs through my bad knee, but I block it out, way more interested in the woman in front of me. This moment is every fantasy I’ve ever had, pulled out of my head and painted into reality.
“You’re supposed to be making up for lost time, remember?” she asks, leaning in to kiss me. When she pulls back, I can still taste her on my lips. “Is a quick fuck all you really want?”
“Mm,” I grunt. “There won’t be anything quick about it.”
She laughs. “You’re supposed to be telling me all the dirty things you made me do in your head.”
“We’ll be here for weeks.”
“Fine…” she sighs. “Just your favorite, then.”
Eyeing her, I slip my finger under one of the straps that runs over the top of her breast. Pulling it out and letting go with a slight snap, I lean in, pulling her bottom lip between my teeth. She moans, her fingers digging into my thighs.