Chapter Thirty-Seven – Fawn #4
She exhales, nods once, and slowly lowers her jean shorts, stepping out of them.
The dock softly creaks beneath us, and all the crickets go silent, as the world pauses for her.
Her fingers wander to the hem of her shirt next.
She looks around at the shoreline once again, making sure the coast is clear.
“Do you want Dylan to cover your whole body?” Torin offers.
But then, something shifts in her. “It’s okay. I can — I can do this.”
She straightens up, this slight smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.
Her new confidence is fragile but real, and in one motion, she pulls the shirt over her head.
Now, she’s standing in her black underwear.
A couple of weeks ago, she didn’t even want us to see her stomach.
I’m so fucking proud of her. It’s the kind of pride that fills my chest and makes my throat tighten.
I want to tell her, but I hold it in, scared it’ll come out wrong.
The moonlight wraps around her, soft and silver. Her stretch marks glow faintly. Every curve, every freckle, every perfect detail looks precisely as it should.
Torin and I don’t say a word. We just stare — not hungry or crude, but like we’re witnessing something sacred.
I let the blanket fall to the dock and move closer to her. I can’t help myself; my fingers move along her stomach, every curve. My words remain soft. “You’re beautiful, and if you ever forget it, I’ll remind you, every single day if I have to.”
She swallows hard, a play of emotion crossing her face. I lean in, my lips touching hers briefly, then pulling away to glance at her eyes to make sure she’s alright. When she nods, I kiss her again, taking my time as my lips trace down hers to her neck.
Torin steps closer, moving into her space with the same care. He lifts her chin slightly so she’s looking at him. “Do you want us to keep going?”
Her eyes are bright with nerves and excitement, all tangled together. “Ye . . . yes.”
Torin presses a kiss to her lips, a tender, sweet kiss, while I lower myself, my forehead against her wet abdomen. We’re three hearts pounding hard in the moonlight, enveloped in trust.
Placing my palms on her legs, I feel the subtle shake that runs through them. “You are soaked, princess,” I say. “These wet panties are pointless. Should I take them off?”
She breaks the kiss with Torin just enough to nod, a frantic, eager motion. “Yes.”
That’s all I need. I hook my thumbs into her panties and slide them down her legs. Her pussy is bare, glistening in the moonlight. Fuck, it’s beautiful.
I don’t wait. I lean in and drag the flat of my tongue right up her soaking slit.
She convulses, a gasping cry swallowed by Torin’s mouth as he kisses her deeper.
Her taste explodes on my tongue — tangy and perfect. I groan against her, the vibration making her jolt. I settle in, licking broad, slow strokes, then zero in on her clit, flicking it with the tip of my tongue.
“Oh my—” she moans.
“That’s it, baby,” Torin praises, his thumbs stroking her cheeks. “How does it feel to be eaten out under the stars?”
“So . . . so good. Please don’t stop.”
I don’t want to, but she deserves better than to have an orgasm on this dock. Her legs are shaking violently, threatening to buckle. I pull my mouth away, breathing hard. “We need to get home. I need to be inside this perfect pussy,” I say with urgency. “It’s begging to be fucked.”
Torin growls his agreement, nipping at her shoulder. “He’s right. The stars might be worthy of you, but the dock’s not, baby.”
Quickly, I rise, my cock aching painfully in my jeans. Torin assists her into one of our shirts, which covers her body down to her thighs.
“Come on. We need to worship you properly. Let’s go,” I purr, intertwining my hand with hers.
She lets out an excited shriek.
Torin thinks I don’t notice, but I see him reach for her discarded panties. Pretty sure that’s his kink, and he’ll have a drawer full of them soon.
He then starts gathering the blankets and bags while Fawn and I head toward the truck. Crickets chirp, the water laps softly, and somewhere in the trees, an owl lets out a long, eerie hoot.
Fawn freezes mid-step.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, eyes narrowing as I glance toward the dark forest like I’m about to square up with Bigfoot.
She turns slowly, lips twitching, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Be careful, Dylan,” she whispers dramatically. “I’m pretty sure I just heard the inky winky bird.”
Oh, that’s it.
“Alright, you!” I growl, pointing at her. I lift her before she can even utter a word, hoisting her up and swinging her onto my shoulder. “Just wait until I get you home.” My cock twitches as I think about how I can punish her.
She’s screaming with pure laughter, kicking her legs. “Put me down! Dylan! Sorry, wait. No. Torin, help!”
Torin looks up from the bags, shaking his head. “You brought this on yourself, baby. Never mock a man’s childhood trauma.”
“I’M BEING KIDNAPPED,” she hollers between giggles, pounding lightly on my back.
I adjust my grip on the back of her thighs and smirk. “By the inky winky bird’s number one survivor.”
Her laughter echoes through the trees, and honestly? I’ve never loved the sound of anything more.