So Close to the Forbidden Fruit

That alone had my knees going weak, and I took advantage of her laughter to pull my finger away. "Even if the thought of your mother lurking around some of these trees with her shotgun didn't scare the shit out of me, your first time will not be on this pier where we'll both end up with splinters in our asses."

She laughed some more, easing my nerves because it was really beginning to feel like she might push harder for this. In pure Madeline fashion, she didn't push any further, not verbally anyway.

When we'd first arrived and she'd begun to set up her easel, she'd also set up a blanket for us to sit on but mostly for this. So we both knew my concern about splinters in our asses was a bit of a stretch. As I devoured her mouth again and things got heavier, I rolled onto my side, and she started to slide under me. Fuck, what I'd have given to just be able to make love to her already, but it wasn't happening, not here anyway. Only I could feel it in her body, hear it in her panting; he