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“Birdie, you don’t have to,” he said.
“But I want to.” Before he could argue, I took him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip, savoring each twitch of his hips and the deep moans emanating from him. Sucking gently, I pulled him deeper in my mouth, sliding my lips and tongue over the length of his cock.
It was too long to take all the way in, so I used my hands to cup his heavy sack, gently pulling and kneading until he moaned again.
“Fuck, Birdie.”
It was all the encouragement I needed to take him that much deeper, all the way to the back of my throat until my lips rested near the base of his shaft, and I held still until he writhed against my touch.
“I’m going to fucking come,” he gritted out.
All I could think was, good.
I worked my mouth back and forth, faster and faster, until he said, “Let me pull out.”
I clamped my mouth around him, grabbing his hips, and sucked him until his dick throbbed and pulsed.
“Birdie,” he moaned... and then he released.
I swallowed fast until every drop was gone, ready to collapse over his lap, but he took me in his arms instead, held me close, and kissed me over and over again.
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COHEN
God, this woman was beautiful. Especially when she was sleeping with her curly hair messy around her face and her full lips parted.
Ever since she’d walked into my bar, I’d been captivated by her, but every second I spent with her made me like her more. I knew she was worried about her job, but I wished I could tell her I’d take care of her. That she didn’t need to worry about a place to live or food to eat or anything at all. But it was too soon, and the last thing I wanted to do was scare her away.
Time would make all the difference, and as far as I was concerned, she could have all of mine.
I wanted to take her out and show her to the world, but I had a different idea instead. I kissed her awake, placing my lips on her shoulder, her chin, her cheek. “What do you think of birdwatching?” I asked her.
She curled closer into me, her body so so soft. “I love that idea,” she said in that sweet voice of hers. “But are you worried someone will see us?”
“There’s a trail at Emerson Trails that no one ever goes on. I honestly think they’ve forgotten to maintain it at this point.”
Her blue eyes brightened. “Yeah?”
I nodded. “I even got a couple pairs of binoculars.”
“You did that for me?” A smile formed on her lips.
Would it be bad to admit I’d bought binoculars on Amazon moments after she’d told me she liked birdwatching, just so I wouldn’t forget? “Of course,” I said instead.
“Let me get ready and then we can go,” she replied. The moment her body left mine, I felt cold, but I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was holding her hand again. Going a moment without touching her felt like too long.
I got dressed and did my hair, and then we went down to my car. As soon as I had the car out of the parking garage, I took her hand in mine. Her hands were so soft, aside from the silver ring she wore stamped with birds in flight. Sometimes she spun it around her finger, usually when she was nervous, sometimes when she was in thought.
We stopped at a drive-through for a quick breakfast and coffee and then continued toward our destination.
“How did you find out about this trail?” she asked.
“I run in the mornings, and one time I took a wrong turn.” I shrugged. “Happy accident. But last time I was running, I noticed a few woodpeckers and even an owl. I’m not sure what kind it was, but I thought maybe you would know.”
Her eyes lit up just like I’d hoped they would. “I’m your gal.” She gestured her free thumb toward her chest, and damn, if I hadn’t been driving, I would have let myself get way more distracted by her full tits and what I could do with them to make her scream my name.
I shifted, hoping to hide the way my body reacted so easily. I was like a fucking teenager, tenting my pants at even the hint of a breeze.