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She looks up at me and stands up to hug me.

I hug her very tight, and when she squeezes me back, I squeeze her even tighter, until I think this isn’t good.

“If we keep this up, we may snap each other in half.” I wish I hadn’t joked. I just wasn’t expecting such an embrace. I suppose that Isadora is a bit starved for affection, and I don’t mind at all her showering it on me. In fact I hope she does more.

I sit down on the bench, and she stands there like some lost soul in the Atlantic without a paddle.

“Sit, look, strawberries.” I point to the expensive bunch I bought earlier today at the market.

“Did you wash them?” she asks.

“Of course, I’d never feed the princess unwashed strawberries.”

She toys with the stubborn plastic container until I take it from her and open it for her. She goes for the fattest, plumpest one, sinking her teeth into its juicy insides.

“Is this what I taste like?” she says with her mouth full, but she’s cute in the way she does it. She places her hand over her mouth as if to apologize for her bad manners.

I grin when I pretend to admonish her. “That’s a naughty thing for a princess to ask!” I love that she’s being filthy with me. “You know what you taste like because I kissed you after.” I pour the wine into glasses as she helps herself to another strawberry.

“Maybe you should remind me again,” she grins.

She takes her glass of wine, and the smirk hasn’t quite faded from her face yet. I take a strawberry and bite it in half. It’s succulent, like the wine. Like her.

“Tonight is a gift,” I say.

She smiles and takes another strawberry before getting down on her knees. She reaches out for me, pulling my sturdy wrists she made such a big deal about earlier.

I’m standing over her, and it’s a rather dominant position, and she tugs on my pants and places her head against my crotch. My cock is stiff, and makes a vertical line across her face, pointing at some flowers. She runs her hand across it and places her mouth on it, over my pants, and this is very erotic; I wasn’t expecting this. I get down on my knees and we kiss almost like we’re fighting, we’re both so passionate and needy for each other. I can’t believe the lust that’s overtaken us both, but in the short time I’ve gotten to know Isadora, I know that a lifetime of marriage certainly won’t be enough. I want to have her by my side, always.

“Will you do it again?” Isadora asks.

“Of course.”

She lies down on her back and I place my hands around her feet, starting at the same spot I started out before.

“Oh…”

The night has given into itself. It’s darker, and the dirt smells richer.

I kiss along her leg. She has long legs, so the act results in a lot of kisses. I find her pussy again and kiss her like I kissed her mouth. Her sighs are more beautiful than any sound I’ve ever heard.

I say her name. She’s said mine so much and I want to say hers.“Isadora?”

“Yes?”

“You okay?”

She looks down at me and nods, and then she looks back up at the stars. I think she’s just waiting for me to service her again.

I go back to what I was doing and lick her, and her body reacts in this crazy way.

“Oh…” She pushes herself against my mouth.

“I want to feel your teeth, your tongue, everything.” She is holding my hair in her fingers.

My teeth? I open my mouth some more and slide my tongue inside of her. I bring it back out and nibble on her inner thigh, and then I start to finger her. I feel like I need to take it slower. I open her up with my fingers and let her linger for a moment, and wonder what I’m about to use to penetrate her with.

I have many things I can use, but she seems addicted to my mouth. I slide my tongue against her slit again. She’s circling her hips and getting really into it.

“Oh, Vincent…”

I lift her bottom and slide my tongue along her curves and back over her pussy.

“Oh!” She seems to want more of that. If I hit that spot of hers every few seconds, I think I can get every bell in the world to ding.

I glide my tongue along her ample bottom again, lifting her so her center is completely off the ground.

“Oh…” I feel like she may come any second, I feel like she may just pour into me. I want to taste her. Strawberries.

I reach over for the container and dip my fingers into the cold, luscious fruit. Strawberries, wine, and women. I say a silent prayer thanking God for all these things.


Tags: Dark Angel, Alexis Angel Erotic