EIGHT #2
When his tongue grazes mine, I’m fully aware of the high pitched sigh that passes from my mouth to his but I’m too in heaven to dwell on the embarrassing sound. Maybe he’ll assume a nearby fairy sneezed so hard she farted.
His mouth finally leaves mine and as sad as I am to see it go, I love that it’s getting better acquainted with my neck. And my chest. And, oh fuck me with a glass dildo, that’s my breast.
Before I can whimper his name, his lips have left my skin for the thin fabric of my tank top, licking my nipple through it until it’s so hard I might leave a puncture wound in the cotton.
I don’t have a chance to pull my top down before his kisses have left my chest and traveled down to my exposed tummy.
Ha, I beat you to it and pulled up my shirt just in time.
I’ve always been self-conscious about my body but with Cade, I want to pose for a nude drawing and tell him to take his time.
Somehow I know he’ll worship every inch of my body, and mass is in session.
The fact that he’s run out of room on our rock isn’t stopping him, his feet splash into the water in order to allow his mouth access to my lower half. I couldn’t flip my sheer swimsuit coverup out of the way any faster if my life depended on it.
His face parts my thighs where they always rub together, whether I’m dieting or not.
He doesn’t care about the redness on my pale skin, even paler there where it never sees the light of day.
He doesn’t focus on my patches of cellulite which somehow get worse whenever I drop a few pounds. He’s making me feel like a goddess.
My heart does a happy dance when I remember I did some landscaping in my morning shower, just in case.
My dates don’t normally get this far. I get a playful punch on the arm accompanied by a this was fun and that’s where my nights typically end. Full transparency, that’s where I want the night to end.
But not this night.
Not with this man.
I’m not even a little bit tempted to say something off the wall that might interrupt what’s going on.
I want this so bad it’s got my toes curling in time with my butt clenches.
When my teacher friends talk about needing to get laid, sure, I nod along, but this must be what they’re feeling.
Except if it was, they’d never let the guy go.
Cade’s mouth finds me over my swimsuit, the sides of his tongue expanding past the fabric and rolling over my sensitive parts, causing my entire body to blush.
The heat that pricks all over my skin has me throwing my head back, mouth open like I’m hoping to swallow every mosquito drawn to my explosive body temperature change.
My body’s nuclear reactor nearly melts down when his fingers leave my hips in order to untie my swimsuit strings. He’s taking off my tankini bottom and I’m allowing it. If I remembered they were there, I would have given him the assist. Brain no work proper now.
He buries his face in my folds and I lose all concept of time and space. I love space. My head is in the stars right now and I can’t even appreciate it because Cade’s tongue is currently devouring my clit and nothing else matters.
Is it too early to love him?
We spent the whole night talking, that must be the equivalent of like ten dates.
I once went out with a guy from a dating app who did nothing but giggle at everything I said, I’ve literally had more in depth conversations with houseplants, yeah sometimes I get lonely, so a night talking with Cade has to count for at least a hundred of those.
It’s not too early to love him.
I’m gonna tell him.
Will he hear me with his ears squeezed between my thighs?
The last guy I said that to twitched his nose and scratched his ear with his leg.
I’m really hoping this time goes better.
To be fair, that was a rabbit who lived under the forsythia bush in the back yard of my rental, but if Cade’s nose twitches, I can’t say I’d be mad at it.
“Cade, I… Think I hear voices.”
Is someone on the beach beside us?
I can’t see over the rocks behind me but I’m pretty sure someone’s there. Why do I suddenly feel like I’m going to get whacked by a mobster?
Shit in kaboodles, that’s Cade’s uncle, the father of my pseudo-fiancé. How many other heavy New York accents could there be at the campground?
“It’s your uncle Bobby. Oh god, don’t look, him and your aunt are skinny dip-”
But it’s too late, Cade’s already lifted his head and is currently taking in the pale moon over the water, and I don’t mean the one in the night sky.
“We should sneak off before they realize we’re here and you’re not their son.
Though I think your uncle might wish you were.
Come back to the cabin with me. But pay no mind to the My Little Pony bedsheets, I don’t know how those got there.
I can’t wait until the reunion is over, Cade, I need you now. ”
“Oh thank god.”
He takes my hand and leads me through the waist deep water, using the strip of rocks to shield us from view. Well, my coverup won’t be covering a thing if someone shines a flashlight on us on their way to the facilities.
Cade must read my mind because he leads me into the woods, avoiding the path, seeing by nothing but the light of the moon.
The big one in the sky, not the big one on the beach.
I wonder if Uncle Bobby thinks about braiding the patches of hair on that thing?
Not full-on braids, it’s too sparse for that, but pigtails or something.
The voices from his family’s campsites mean they didn’t retire early for the night. They sound as lively as ever and there’s really no way around. Maybe if we tiptoe and try not to step on any sticks we’ll make it through undetected.
Cade shuffles across the path first, bogged down by waterlogged sandals that make it sound like he’s sloshing through mud puddles.
“Hey, there he is right there. Cade!” one of his cousins shouts, slurring his words slightly, like maybe that wasn’t iced tea in his tumbler after all.
“Cade, get over here, Rick wants to… he needs to ask you something important but I can’t remember what it was.
Oh, JP too. Have you seen his hot wifey girl around here somewhere? She’s missing.”
It takes Cade a second but he shakes the deer in the headlights look, pulling it together in time. “Rayne? Didn’t she say she had some business calls she needed to take?”
“Oh yeah.” Drunk Cousin has no recollection of that happening, probably because it didn’t, but he goes along with it, and so does everyone else hanging out around the fire. “Rick, hey, I found him. Oh, right, he wants to know if he can work for you building dicks.”
“Building decks?”
“I said dicks,” he laughs, barely able to get the words out. “Building decks. He met some construction crew working on the lake today and something about jobs they could use you on. I don’t know, you’re slurring your words, I think you had too much to drink. Come on, I’ll take you to him.”
Cade turns back to me, hidden in the trees, racking his brain for a way out of this but I’m not seeing any trapdoors. His cousin’s got his arm firmly wrapped around my man’s shoulders, like only a drunk fool can do.
I want to jump out and shame them for only being nice to Cade when they need something, every other time they boo him like I did mentally when his naked aunt and uncle clam-jammed me right before I orgasmed.
As drunk as they are, which they shouldn’t be considering they have a campfire going, if they have some tidbit of information that might keep Cade here permanently, I suppose I can control myself.
I should really get to work anyway. Who knows what my parents have screwed up while I’ve been otherwise occupied today.
My pouty face nod clearly confuses him as he glances discreetly in my direction but I think he gets it. As much as I hate it, it’s better if we don’t do this anyway, not until the reunion’s over and George has his inheritance.
Phew, that was close. I almost told a man I’ve known for two days, maybe three, depending how you look at it, that I’m in love with him. Holding my hands over my chest in the shape of a heart probably isn’t helping hide the fact.
The smile on his face might just mean he’s feeling the exact same thing, which would make me the luckiest girl in the world.