by Leslie Pike
“I’m not saying anything!” she protests.
I nod my agreement.
“Except to say I can tell you like her. More than I’ve seen before. And you’re different around this woman. That’s all.”
“You literally just said two seconds ago you weren’t saying anything.” I chuckle.
Her hand lifts to her lips and she locks her mouth with an imaginary key.
“Let’s go look at the setup for tomorrow. I want to reserve a space,” I say.
Eyebrows lift and then one hand. “I just want to tell you one more thing. Then I’ll stop.”
“God, Mom. Alright, go ahead.”
“You could have the men set one up inside the grove, away from the rest of us. That’s where you’d see the most fireflies, and it would be private. Oh, and as usual we’re putting the rope barriers and the do not enter signs in case someone thinks of going in the forest. But I’m sure you could figure a way around it.”
She wears a sheepish expression, not sure she hasn’t overstepped her boundaries. In reality she’s been a help. I take her in my embrace. “You’re a sweet little busybody.”
Resting her head on my chest she whispers, “You’re still my baby you know. Always.”
Everything’s taken on a glow and thoughts once considered corny suddenly seem accurate. Her lips do look like a rosebud, her skin does feel like velvet and love songs suddenly have more meaning. The impact is like a rogue wave washing over me.
I’ve seen this setup. Every year in fact. But tonight, there’s just one word to describe the scene. Romantic. I never noticed it before. It was fun and sexy, that was always my impression. Tonight’s more. The Memphis summer air, the white tablecloths, flowers and candles on the round tables, the crowded tile dance floor, the thousand twinkling lights strung across the backyard and the mini lights hanging from the tree branches to make them look like Weeping Willows.
How’d I ever miss romance in the firefly viewing chaises or the draped, private structures waiting along the edges of the Swift “forest”?
With Charlotte in my arms, dancing to Toby Keith’s “You Shouldn’t Kiss Me Like This”, things have been reset. Looking like a dream in a red sexy top and black satin shorts, and with those awesome black high heels, it’s hard to look away from the woman.
“You look beautiful tonight,” I say.
She gazes up and smiles. “Thank you. I haven’t worn this kind of an outfit in well…never I guess.”
She laughs a little when she says it, but it feels like the truth.
“Really? No romantic dinners or New Year’s Eve celebrations?”
“I’ve never known romance. Pathetic as it may sound,” she says matter of fact like.
My heart sinks, but deep inside a spark flickers. I could be the one who shows it to her.
“I can change that,” I say.
Her lips press tightly together and her head dips. Then she looks up to me with those green pools of light. I bring her closer.
“You’ll see,” I whisper.
“You’ve been a good friend, Atticus. You don’t need to do anything else to earn my affection.”
“Please quit calling me your friend. Come on, lower your wall. Just for tonight. Please?”
I’ll take her silence for agreement. Toby can’t help falling in love and I’m not sure I can either. As the final note plays I keep ahold of her, and she looks into my eyes.
“Atticus!” Brick’s voice breaks the spell as he calls across the dance floor. There’s a smile on his face, so his date must have passed the test. I see him and his party taking their seats at our table.
“Come on, I want to introduce you to some people.”
Taking her hand, I lead Charlotte off the dance floor toward the cheerful group filling their champagne glasses.
“Ken! Hey brother, how you doin’?” I say throwing an arm around our old friend. “When you gonna move back to God’s country? We miss you and Janine.”
I get a warm hug in return. “Turns out baseball isn’t the only thing in the world.”
“This is Charlotte. Charlotte this is Ken Stoler and his wife Janine.”
“Let’s sit this one out. Do you mind?” I say as we sit close and alone at the table.
“Not a bit,” she says, unbuckling her shoes. “Think I’ll go barefoot for the rest of the night.”
“Here, put them here,” I say patting my lap.
Surprisingly she does, resting her delicate feet on my legs. I pull them higher and smile. Her heels rest right on my dick as I massage her smooth skin.
“I think I feel something in your pocket,” she giggles. “And it’s moving. What ya got in there? A python?”
She’s so fucking sexy.
“It’s a surprise. Want to see it?” I say.
Oh, that look. I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.
“Is it a good surprise or a naughty one?”
“It’s a good naughty one, just for Charlotte.”
I lift her heels and set them the ground. “Let’s go for a walk.”
There’s no argument from her. When I get up she does too. With every other person at our table on the dance floor no goodbyes are necessary. I make no eye contact with anyone as we leave the table, because I’ll be damned if I’m going to be stopped.
“This way,” I say taking her hand and leading her away. We wind through the tables, onto the cool lush manicured grass and toward the edge of the trees. All the lights growing dimmer as we move away.
“Are we going to stake a claim on a chaise?” she asks.
“We’re going into the forest. We have our own private viewing space.”
As we walk I feel like it’s kind of a dream. I’ve never felt this way before, like I’m about to experience something other worldly, the most extreme sort of anticipation.
“Is it just me, or do you feel it?” she says looking at me.
“It’s not just you.” I squeeze her hand.
As we reach the chaises on the edge of the trees I let go. “Wait here.”
I take the small flashlight out of my pocket and shine it on the trees. There’s the red ribbon I tied on the third Poplar back, so it takes just a few moments to retrieve what’s hidden behind its trunk. Holding the two pairs of sneakers up for her to see as I retrace my steps.
“We don’t want to walk in barefoot or with good shoes. I hope I guessed your size right.”
A sly sexy smile lifts from the corners of her luscious mouth. I stop. The shoes get dropped at our feet and for my answer I take her in an embrace. Our lips touch slowly at first, feeling the soft sweet sensation. Then it’s on. Our tongues search for each other and explore the object of desires. Lord. My body presses against hers and the contours of what makes a woman speak to me. Our breathing is labored, and I feel her chest rise and fall against mine.
“Take me inside the forest, away from the world,” she says.
Silently we put on our shoes and I leave my good ones behind the marked tree as we pass. I’m hurrying because the thought of naked Charlotte is almost too much to take. I need to be inside her. I want to get crazy with her. But I give myself a reminder to go slow. Be mindful of the fact she hasn’t had sex for a long time. Just rein it in, Atticus. Oh yeah, that’s gonna happen.
Passing deep into the grove I take a sharp left off the path at the twin trunk Poplar. It leads us back toward the clearing, where our white-curtained bed waits. Battery up-lights spotlight our destination. I’ve got to admit it looks great. I hear her gasp when she spots the small lit pergola set amidst the trees.
“Atticus!”
Her eyes are misty. “Why the tears?” I say.
“It’s so romantic.”
“I wanted to make it special for us.”
She let’s go of my hand and walks to the structure, pulling back the curtains on all four sides. Now the wide comfy bed is on display, and so are the trees and soon us and the fireflies. I reach into my pocket for my cell and start the playlist
I made just for the occasion. Lady Antebellum’s music lifts through the trees. “Can’t Take My Eyes Off You” sets the stage. The phone gets placed on a tree stump.
Turning, she leans her head back and sighs with the sound of the song. Then she locks eyes with me and holds open her arms. “Come to me.”
Shit, my dick just grew an inch … or three. We meet in the middle in an embrace that becomes a kiss and then ten. It’s a feeling I’ve never had before, kissing so desperately our bodies melt into each other’s and become one thing, moving as if we choreographed each moment. Sensational.
My fingers lift under her long hair to her neck and find the button holding up her top. I undo it. The straps fall but it stays up. No bra.
“There’s a small zipper at my waist.”
I waste no time taking care of that problem. Now the fabric falls to the ground, leaving her exposed. Oh Lord. The breasts. They’re fucking insanely gorgeous. The look on my face must say it all because she gives a chuckle.
“You like?”
“Charlotte, you’re so beautiful.”
No more waiting. I lift a breast to my mouth and suck on an erect perfect nipple. My hand explores the fullness and texture and my eyes take in the pink buds. Fuck me! I could do this forever, but when she starts to moan it just about breaks my dick. I’ve got to have all of her.
“In bed. Now, woman.”
I pick her up and toss her on the white soft blanket. She giggles and kicks off her shoes.
I move fast. Fuck reining it in. I practically rip off my shirt. I know one button flew off into the night because I heard it hit the cell. I kick my sneakers off and unzip my pants. They’re gone in two seconds. The music is perfect for this moment. Sensual.
Then I pause and meet her gaze. “Throw away all your inhibitions.”
She says the words that send me soaring. “I have none with you.”
I grab her legs and pull her to the end of the bed where I stand, hesitating just a moment before moving under the fabric of her shorts. Goosebumps rise with my touch, and a soft sound can be heard coming from behind her parted lips. Her panties are silky, but when my fingers lift the edge and touch skin there’s no comparison. I move over her bare lips and a feeling starts to rise in me, like lava straining to be released from the mountain.
Her hips lift, prompting me to take more. I pull my hand away and unzip her shorts. Folding back the zipper I see the red see-through triangle with the thin strip of lace covering the Holy Grail. Awesome. Sexy. I peel the shorts down and off. I want to look at it all. Her skin is like porcelain and so fucking smooth.
She rises on her elbows, so we can look at each other’s face. I run my tongue over my lip and wiggle it. She draws in a breath. Now for the panties. My index finger hooks into the edge against her leg and pulls the fabric back exposing her. Fuck me!!! Bare and beautiful. Obviously, God’s finest creation. That’s it. No more fucking around. I rip the panties off, much to her pleasure I think because a squeal leaves her lips. She doesn’t object, instead she smiles.
“I’m gonna eat you till you come in my mouth,” I say.
There’s an expression I can’t read. “What? Don’t you like that?”
“I don’t know. Never experienced it before. And I have no idea what to do.”
Lying back on the bed she covers her face with her hands. Oh my God, she’s serious and a little embarrassed I think. What an idiot that guy must have been. I gently pull her hands away and look into her eyes.
“It’s an honor to be your first, Charlotte. And all you have to do is enjoy.”
I move a thick pillow under her.
“Don’t leave an inch of me untouched.”
Lust looks so good on her as I lift her legs over my shoulders and bury my head between them, my mouth taking in the sweet sensation of being against her. The yoga has paid off. She’s flexible as hell. My hands grasp her round ass that feels like a plump pillow on my chest. The natural scent of her sex is pure, and I could breathe it in forever. Her muscles tense and the sexy sounds coming from the depths of her rise through the trees.
Licking the path from the bottom of her lips to the clit makes her wet. Beautiful.
My tongue stretches into her and I wiggle it. I suck her. Gently. When I move back to the clit, it’s engorged and sticking up for me. Jesus.
“Atticus. Oh God. Atticus.”
I use just the tip to bring her to the edge, and I purposely stop when I feel her begin to come. Bring her to the brink where there’s no other choice but to let go. Here it is…
“Fuuuuck!! I’m coming!”
My tongue lightly taps her clit. Ten fingers squeeze my arms as the orgasm bursts out of her. My body’s shaking with desire. The pull to fuck’s so strong my dick feels like an anvil. I could shape hot steel with it.
6
Charlotte
How long has this been going on? It must be a dream. Atticus, a bed in the forest and the best orgasm of my life. This is what happens to other people.
He takes my legs from around his neck and lies them against the cool sheets.
“You…that was…” I sputter.
He starts rubbing his hard cock slowly. I scoot back against the pillows and watch.
“Every night I go to sleep thinking about you. I’ve imagined being inside you a hundred times,” he says.
A pinch in my pussy makes me put a hand there and squeeze my legs together.
“Show me what I want to see,” I say softly.
His jaw tightens and his eyes bore into me. Somewhere above us an owl hoots. Maybe he can’t look away either.
Reaching inside the band of his briefs, he lowers them. When I look up to his eyes he’s smiling a confident kind of a smirk, satisfied I’m about to be wowed. Oh, oh.
He needs to make space to maneuver it free. Jesus, Mary and Joseph it’s a thing of beauty. I haven’t seen a cock in the flesh for a long time, but I don’t remember it being so damned spectacular. When I imagine it inside me, my heart races. If this is foreplay, I’m a dead woman.
“It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” The words slip out before I know I’ve said them, and he laughs with my declaration.
Hands-free, it has a mind of its own, moving up and down calling me. I bet a bird could land on that thing. I pat the empty spot next to me on the bed. He crawls on top and lays close. Then he rolls me on top of him. The sensation of pussy against cock, breasts against chiseled chest, the smell of him, all magic. We lock eyes.
His fingers entwine in my hair, and he brings my lips to his. What a master he is at kissing. It’s soft, then hard, moving from lips to face, neck to nipples. Every bit of me is worshipped. And all the while his cock is knocking at my door, trying to break in. I spread my legs and sit on him.
“Oh yeah, baby. That’s good,” he says between breaths.
I wiggle left to right, gently rolling my lips over the big snake lying under me. He groans his pleasure. Then I move forward and back. I’m so fucking wet I can feel my own juices on his cock. He grabs himself.
“Let me put it in.”
I lift so he can have the right angle.
“Go slow, Charlotte. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You can hurt me a little.”
With that comment I feel him wiggle the head against me, rubbing my juices on him. Then it begins. Slowly, I sit on his cock, taking each inch. The look on his face is so fucking sexy I can’t look away. He’s holding back. His jaw’s clenched and his eyebrows are furrowed. It’s difficult for him. He’s being patient for me. And that very thought is getting me wetter.
“Ohhhh, God,” he says. “Am I hurting you?”
“No. Keep going. It’s heaven.”
With one final effort he’s in.
“Jesus. Good girl.”
He starts to pump slowly, testing the waters. Can I take it? Hells yeah I can. I meet his thrusts, and we pick up the beat. My breasts are bouncing and he’s watching. He licks a finger and brushes it a
cross my nipples. I feel the soft pinch of his fingers and hear my own breath huffing with the overwhelming sensation. I squeeze my muscles inside and silently thank myself for doing daily Kegels.
Atticus responds with a moan. His eyes close together tightly. “Do that again. Squeeze me.”
And I do with every thrust. He lifts to me, I squeeze. And the more I do it the closer I get to coming. My clit’s on fire as it rubs against his body. Lifting my hair off my back I hold it high, the warm summer night’s breeze cooling my hot skin. Being part of the forest feels so sensual, as if everything around me is alive. The trees, the air, even the ground.
His big strong hands are on me, grasping my cheeks, pulling me toward him. “I love your hot fucking ass!” He slaps it for emphasis, and it feels wonderful.
The way he moves, the unhurried undulation, is mind blowing. Never have I felt this way before.
“Don’t stop. Don’t you stop!” I plead.
With that he moves faster, harder, but it’s impossible to go deeper. As I come, I’m moaning my ecstasy. It turns into an outcry, an abrupt exclamation of such pure delight, I scare some birds roosting in the trees. The sound of their fluttering wings becoming part of my orgasm opus.
But Atticus doesn’t slow down, and when I open my eyes I see why. He’s about to come too.
Anchoring his hands on my waist he lifts toward me while holding me down, harder and rougher now. The sounds rising from him are low moans at first. Then they get louder with an urgency, until he explodes in a virile display of masculinity. It’s so fucking hot. Unadulterated man.
“Charlotte!” he yells, punctuating the moment. As it slows to a stop, he opens his eyes and gazes in mine. “Charlotte,” he whispers.
He rolls me over and lays one leg between mine, my face in his hands. There’s a few moments filled with meaningful silence where our breathing attempts to slow down. I don’t know what he’s thinking, but as for me there’s only one thought.
“Now I know I’ll forever be craving you,” I say sweeping the hair from his forehead.