Page 14 of Her Dom's Secret Past

She gave a giggle. “So do I. Chinese White is black tea, if that makes sense. It’s only the tiny top buds of the bush. Then after they’re picked they are left to dry naturally without any further processing. It’s a very delicate, smooth, and sweet-tasting tea, I love it.”

“In that case, I’d better try it.”

She nodded and set to making two mugs of tea. I sat down on one of the stools at the bench and studied her. I decided then and there that I’d never tire of watching her. She was so gorgeous. Those luscious curves of hers beckoned me non-stop and I thought I’d been semi-erect since I first saw her. She finished and put a mug in front of me, then another alongside it and came to sit on the stool next to me.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

I took a sip of the tea and let it roll around my tongue. The taste surprised me, very light but fruity. Anabelle was right. It was very smooth with no bitter aftertaste that I sometimes got with black tea. She grinned at me and raised her eyebrows.

“It’s lovely. I think I may have to convert.”

“It’s delicious, isn’t it?”

We savored our tea in silence, except for the roar of the waves and the sound of the wind that was getting stronger as it blew through the trees. I wanted to learn all about this lovely woman, but what I actually wanted to do was kiss her again. I noticed her give a shiver.

“Cold?”

“A little.”

I stood and moved behind her, rubbing my hands up and down her arms.

“Maybe you should change into something warmer than this damp suit.”

“You’re right.”

She actually leaned back against me as I rubbed, but then she sighed and stood, turning to face me.

“Thank you. I’ll … I’ll go change.”

Her voice held that husky note of arousal that couldn’t be ignored. I settled my hands in a frame around her face and leaned in for another kiss. She hooked a hand around my neck as our lips met. My heart rate tripled as the kiss went on until we both finally came up for air.

“I won’t be responsible for what happens if you let me kiss you like that, Anabelle.”

“Oh.” She searched my eyes and whispered, “I’ll … um … dry clothes.”

I nodded.

“Aren’t you cold, John?”

“You make me hot.”

The look she gave me went straight to my dick, and I hoped she didn’t lower her gaze. She bit on her bottom lip and exhaled loudly.

“Maybe you could warm me up.”

I touched her face, my fingers tracing her lips. Her tongue ran against one finger and I let it enter her mouth. She closed her lips around it and sucked, then opened them and licked it. It was all I could do not to groan out loud. I dropped my hand to her throat and let it run down her skin to the top of her swimsuit. Swinging my hand to one side, I covered her breast and was rewarded as her nipple harden through the fabric.

“I need to get you out of this wet thing.”

“I think you do. Come.”

She took my hand and led me up the stairs and into the bedroom. Standing beside the bed, I took hold of both straps, one in each hand, and slid them down her shoulders. As I pulled further, her unbelievable breasts were finally revealed and they were all I imagined and more.

“Ah, Anabelle, you are stunningly beautiful.”

She stood there as I dragged the wet bathers from her body, and at last she was naked before me. I’d bent down to remove the swimsuit, but standing, I couldn’t help my flinch of pain.