passes him the left over salad bowl to get him started. Ally rises to her feet, and I stand up to tell her to relax while we get it cleaned up but Mum beats me to it. “Dear, it’s fine. We’ve got this. After sneaking an extra beer, Alex needs a punishment.” She turns towards Alex and jokes, “Don’t think I didn’t see that young man. I may be getting older, but I still have my eyesight and I’m not an imbecile.”
They all take something off the table and head back into the kitchen, leaving Ally and I alone. I’ve been dying to touch her since she started that first chocolate strawberry. Finally able to, I wrap my arms around her from behind and kiss her neck. She turns around in my arms and licks her lips. I can’t help but lean in and press my mouth to hers. She opens for me, and the sweet taste of caramel mixed with strawberries and chocolate explodes across my taste buds.
“Good dessert Theo?” Damn it Alex, that’s not funny, although it is a really good dessert.
“Hardy har. You are a regular comedian.” As much as I love my family and wanted Ally to meet them, and them to meet her, it would be good to have some privacy now. “Come sit on the porch swing with me and watch the sunset?”
She looks back and forth a few times between Alex and me as though she is a bit unsure but replies, “I’d love to.”
The loveseat hangs from the ceiling by four large ropes. It’s spacious and comfortable with lots of different patterned cushions all over it. Somehow, blue and brown stripes against green and brown floral designs work. Ally lets out a little squeal when she sees it and drops my hand to run and sprawl across it. Ally is tipsy, laid out on a love seat so big it may as well be a bed and looking up at me with big innocent eyes while waiting for me to join her. Oh crap, how am I going to keep my hands to myself? This is going to be sweet, sweet torture.
We rock on the porch swing, admiring the changing colours of the afternoon sky as the sun sets. Shades of pinks, purples, and oranges decorate the horizon, and the smile it bestows upon Ally’s face is so dazzling that it lights her up.
Curled up against my side her with feet tucked under her, she absently draws random patterns on my bare leg with her fingertips. She is driving me crazy. I slouch further down into the cushioned seat of the swing and pull her tighter against me, hoping this may cause her fingers to inch just a little higher.
I pepper little bites up and down her exposed neck, making her squirm and giggle. I swirl my tongue around the slight marks to soothe them. I want to eat her alive. “You taste delicious,” my voice is husky.
She guides my hand from her waist to her breast, and I groan. Squeezing lightly, I start to ravage her mouth with my own. Through the thin material of her satin top, I can easily feel the effect I have on her and trace around the hard peak with my fingers while fantasizing about doing the exact same thing with my tongue.
Just as thoughts of how innocent she is pinprick at the outer edges of my brain, she moans into my mouth and I come undone. I lay back and pull her over the top of me, grinding up against her. The bulge in my cargo shorts is hard as a rock, and it pushes stubbornly against my zipper. The side of the swing digging into my back doesn’t even bother me, and I have totally forgotten that we are out in the open.
Any logic that materialized earlier concerning the need to slow things down for her sake has vanished. May God have mercy on my soul.
A howl suddenly pierces my ears and we break apart, breathing heavily. With her lips swollen from my attack, and her cheeks flushed, she is simply breathtaking. As I move in to claim her again, another howl pierces my ears, followed by a whole lot of cursing.
We both sit upright and look around. Seeing that Ally’s eyes have zeroed in on the neighbour who has nailed his hand to a plank of wood and is screeching in pain, I pull her flush
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