I Want More

An eBook By Mariana.

A crunch near her head opened her eyes. A tall man in dark green, dirty overalls, holding a long spade with black encrusted gloves stood over her. She bunched the panties into a tight fist, tried to hide the pink lace between her fingers.

"Hi," he said

"Yes," she answered

"Beautiful day," he continued.

"Absolutely," she agreed.

"Getting some sun?" he asked.

"As much as I can," she mumbled

"Your skirt's kind of long. Won't get your legs too well."

"I was wondering," she agreed

The fingers of her free hand slid up her thighs, bunched soft folds of fabric at one hip, then the other, left the edge just brushing the tip of her sex in front where her pulsing clit felt as if it were fluttering it up in little waves, revealing her secret.

"Better?" she asked, voice catching, eyes closing behind her dark glasses.

"Much," he answered. "Feel better?"

"Much," it was a breath more than a word. Her feet were wiggling. Her legs were being pushed from the center out as one petal at a time opened and thrust itself into the world.

She opened her eyes. He was staring at her. He hadn't moved.

"Spring is such a powerful force," she whispered

"Magical," he agreed.

"Not enough," he admitted.

"Come," she offered and opened her legs, let her skirt fall around her waist, showed him the burst wide flower she had just grown, willed him to sink into it.

He dropped his spade, peeled off his gloves, knelt between her bent legs, admired her petals with appreciative eyes. Her hips rolled forward, lifted towards him. Her breath, caught in her throat, would only release with a punch of sound.

He pressed a callused hand into each of her thighs

and bent his head towards her. A long tongue emerged from between his lips, from within the fur of his thick beard. She was alerted to his imminent arrival by the touch of a hundred curly hairs. Then the hot, flat surface of his tongue pressed against the deepest part of her opening and slid its way with solid pressure up along her folds to rest on the insistent pulsing of her little nub.

"Oh!" she gasped and already her head whipped from side to side once to dispel the intensity of the signals jumping along the inside of her spine. Again, he licked her. She squirmed, lifted her hips higher.

Then he kissed her. Many kisses, on the innermost part of her thighs, those parts that were almost labia. Those spots right next to the long strips of dark fur and red, swollen lips. He caught one of her folds between his lips and softly nibbled it. He flicked a quick tongue over the fiery spot of her clit.

She was sweating. She was concentrating. She was concentrating on not pushing herself into the soft warm nest of his face so fiercely that she would suffocate him. She was concentrating on not crying out so loudly that the birds would silence. She was concentrating on the frenetic, vibrating pounding of her heart against her ribs.

His tongue again flattened and ran itself up and over and through and around all her ridges and valleys. She wiggled beneath him, moaning and breathing quietly. Trickles ran down her thighs.

"Please," she whispered. "Please put it in."

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