Chapter 5 Travis #2
“No. The only worry about your brother is what he’d think if he knew how much I want to kiss his little sister.”
She sits up, breathing hard, and crawls over to me. “Do you want to kiss me?”
From my position above her, I can see right down her T-shirt. Her chest heaves up and down as she breathes. My gaze darts to her plump lips, begging to be kissed.
“Yes.” My voice sounds husky with desire. “I’d very much like to kiss you.”
I grab her by the shoulders and press my mouth to hers. She moans as our lips collide.
She tastes like apple pie and cinnamon. Her body presses towards mine, and then I’m pushing her gently back onto the blanket.
She falls back and I pin her hand above her head, getting tangled in her hair.
“Kendra.” I breathe her name into her neck, kissing her delicate skin, tasting her throat and neck and moving back to her waiting lips. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a very long time.”
She moans as my hand slides over her tummy and up to her breasts, and I palm one as my finger flicks across her nipple.
“Travis…” Her voice comes out needy and small.
“What is it, angel?”
“Is this really happening? I’ve crushed on you since I was eighteen.”
I smile at her confession, glad I’m not the only one who imagined this moment.
“Oh, it’s happening, angel.”
My lips find hers, and there’s a new hunger to our kiss. Kendra’s body writhes under me, and my hard-on bumps against her softness.
I’ve tasted her lips. Now I want to taste her most intimate places. My hand slides up her skirt, and she gasps as I reach her panties. My fingertips trail over the damp fabric.
“You’re wet for me, angel.”
She bites her bottom lip. “You have no idea.”
My fingers pull aside her panties, and I brush against her sensitive folds.
The little gasps and moans that come out of her mouth make me wild with desire. But I’ll take my time with her. I’ve waited so long for a taste of Kendra. Now I shuffle down on the blanket until my lips find the soft skin of her inner thigh.
“What are you doing?” Her head lifts off the blanket to look at me anxiously.
I give her a wicked smile. “I think you know exactly what I’m doing.”
She bites her lower lip and gives me a cute look halfway between embarrassment and desire.
“Lie down,” I tell her. “I’m going to take care of you.”
“You’re so bossy,” she says. But she lies back on the blanket.
I slide her panties down her silky thighs and over her feet. Once I have them off, I bring them to my nose and inhale. The musky smell of her arousal makes my dick ache.
I stuff her panties in my pocket and dip my head between her thighs, throwing her skirt up to her waist. Kendra gasps as the cool air hits her pussy.
I sit back and look at her, my beautiful pink angel. Her hair is splayed out like a halo, and she’s got a dreamy look in her eyes.
I put a hand on each thigh and push them apart. She opens up for me, revealing her perfect pink cunt.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
My hand stays on her pussy as I lower my head, and my lips brush her sensitive spot.
She bucks at the contact.
“Travis… “
I love the way she says my name, all whiny with need.
“What is, angel?”
“It feels too good. It’s too much.”
“Do you want me to stop?” I let my hot breath run over her pussy, and she shudders.
“No.”
I chuckle. “Good. I’m not gonna stop until you scream my name.”
My lips kiss her tender folds, and with every kiss she bucks her hips. Her nerves are pulled so tight, it won’t take long to give her a release. Juice flows out of her pussy, and I press my tongue against her to lick her up.
She moans my name, and her hands clasp the back of my head.
Her pussy grows wetter as I lick and suck, keeping it slow and gentle, not quite giving her what she wants.
“Travis…”
It comes out as a whiny little whisper that drives me wild. Her hips buck, and she pulls my head towards her.
“Travis,” she whines again, “what if someone comes?”
I lift my head and look around at the forest around us, the birdsong and the wind rustling the trees. Kendra’s eyes meet mine, and they’re full of desire and also anxious.
“Then I’ll have to shoot them.”
She giggles. But I’m only half joking.
I brought Kendra here because no one else knows about this spot. But if anyone saw this beautiful sight that I’m seeing now, I would have to kill them. No one sees my woman apart from me.
“Relax,” I command, and she lies back on the blanket.
My thumb strums her clit as I slide my index finger into her tight little cunt. The walls of her pussy clench my finger. And she’s so tight it makes me wonder if she’s done this before. But that’s a question I’ll ask another time.
The thought thrills me. I want to be her first, and I want to be her last. But right now, I just want to make my angel come.
I slide my finger slowly in and out, loving the way she writhes under me. My tongue licks her clit, and I stretch my hand out until my pinky grazes her other little hole.
“Travis.” She sits up in surprise, but there’s desire in her look.
“Relax,” I tell her. “I’m taking care of you.”
She lays back down, and I go back to her sweet pussy. My tongue licks her from hole to hole and she grabs my hair, mewling my name.
“Keep saying my name, angel. I want you to say my name as you come. I want you to scream it. Let the entire forest know who’s taking care of you.”
She’s panting hard, and I know it won’t take me long now. I’ve drawn this out as long as I can, and as much as I love being down here, I want to give my girl a release. My speed picks up, strumming, sucking, licking, and finger fucking.
Her hips are bucking, and her hands are tugging at my hair. She writhes her hips, grinding her pussy into my mouth, and I push her hard, giving her everything she needs, licking her up and devouring her pussy like a mad man.
She screams my name as her pussy clenches, tugging at my fingers as juice cascades over my tongue.
I keep my mouth pressed to her, and just as she starts to come down, I start back up.
It doesn’t take much to make Kendra come again. A little pressure from my mouth, a little twirl of my finger, and she’s coming all over my tongue, grabbing my head with legs stuck straight up in the air.
She screams my name, and a flock of birds fly up from the trees and scatter into the sky.
But I don’t let her rest. When one orgasm finishes, I move my mouth and she whimpers against me. I keep going, giving her everything she needs and more. Letting Kendra know I can look after her. That what she needs is an older man who knows how to take care of his woman.
I lose count of the number of times she comes, but finally her body goes limp. She lies back on the picnic blanket panting, her face sweaty and red and content.
“Travis.” Every new way she says my name is a revelation. I thought screaming it as she came was the best, but whispering it in wonder comes pretty damn close. “I had no idea I could feel that good.”
“Have something to drink, angel.” I press the bottle of water to her lips, and she takes a few sips before collapsing back onto the blanket.
I take the panties out of my pocket and use them to mop up the pussy juice on her thighs. Then I stash them back in my pocket. They’re coming home with me.
I lay down next to my angel.
“Kendra…”
There are so many questions I want to ask her. Is she sticking around? Can she ever be mine? But there’s no response. My angel has fallen asleep.