Chapter 134
Ethan
Matilda lifts my fancy hat and places it on her head.
I lie on my back but keep my gaze on her.
The hat is a little big on her, so she tips it back, causing the brim to frame her head like a halo against the setting sun.
Purple curls. Ranger hat. Skimpy white dress.
I reach down and adjust my dick.
Tilda sucked the life out of me just this afternoon, but knowing what I’m about to do is making me hard all over again.
Holding eye contact, Tilda reaches up under her skirt, and tortuously slowly, she pulls her panties down her legs.
I want to watch her hands, but I can’t tear my eyes away from hers.
The heat in them.
The excitement.
I hold my hands up, then gesture for her to come here.
My Starlight bites her lip. Then she walks closer.
I drag my tongue across my lower lip.
She pauses. Then steps over me. One foot on either side of my head.
Shadows dance under her skirt. But I can see.
I can fucking see.
I slide my hands up the backs of her calves. And she lowers.
One knee presses into the blanket.
Her dress settles over my head.
I slide my hands up her thighs until I’m gripping her bare hips, helping her balance.
Her second knee presses into the blanket on the other side of my head.
My fingers flex against the softness of her ass.
I stick my tongue out.
And I pull her down.