Discovering Stella (36 page)

As
she
moved
it
closer to
her
face I leaned in and
bit
into
it
before she had the chance. “Hey!” she protested. “That was
mine.”

I waggled
my
eyebrows and licked
my
lips.
“It
was a good
one,
too.”

“Thief. Get your
own.”

“But
I want
yours.”

“You
can’t
have
mine.”

“Wanna make a bet?”

Stella paused and deliberated
my
challenge then straightened
her
back and accepted.
“Yes.”

“You’re
on,
Princess. I bet
you
can’t
get the next strawberry
you
pick between your lips before I get
it
between
mine,”
I dared, arrogantly.

“Bet
you
I
can,”
she countered, just
as
defiantly.

Stella then reached
into
the bush and picked a strawberry, lifting
it
just clear of the foliage.
She
flicked
her
eyes to mine
quickly,
then back to the strawberry, anticipating when I would pounce.

“Whatcha waitin’ for? Christmas?” I taunted.

She
flicked
her
eyes to mine again.
“Shut
up.
I’ll eat
it
when
I’m
ready.”

“Not
if I eat
it first,”
I said, launching myself
on top of
her.

She
squealed and fell backward, holding the strawberry
as
far
out
of
my
reach
as
she could. Stella was quicker
than
I’d thought and managed to roll
onto
her
tummy,
tucking the strawberry in
front of
her
and moving
it
just centimetres from
her
ready and waiting mouth. I grabbed
her
hand just in time,
but
she wrestled
it
away.
“No,”
she protested in a strangled
voice,
“it’s
mine.”

I
didn’t
want to have to resort to tickling in
order
to make
her
surrender, but
I had to — she was stronger and much
more
determined
than
I had anticipated.

Releasing
one
hand from its grip around
her
wrist, I slowly dragged
it over
her
shoulder and down
her
side, stopping at the bottom of
her
ribs.

“Don’t
you dare,”
she warned.

“Dare what? This?” I asked, pressing
my
fingers
into
her
side.

She
squirmed instantly and screamed, “Stop!”

“Give
me the strawberry and I will.”

“You
cheat!”

“This
isn’t
cheating. This is fair
game.”

“Really? I guess this is,
too,”
she declared, wrenching
her
elbow down and
copping
me in the ribs. The force
of
her
impact had me rolling just slightly
onto
my side,
enough so that she could wriggle
out
from underneath
me.
But
I
didn’t
let
her
get
far,
reaching
out
and grabbing
her
hips to drag
her
back, this time flipping
her
over
so that she was lying
on her
back and looking up at
me.

“That was a cheap shot. Do
you
want to play
dirty?
Is that
how
you
want to play?”

Her
eyes flared with
excitement.
“No.”

“Liar,”
I said,
calling
her
bluff.
It’s
easy
to tell when
I’m
turning Stella
on,
especially when in such close
proximity.
She’ll draw in a deep breath, forcing
her
chest to rise and boldly push
out
her
tits.
Her
mouth
will
part invitingly, allowing
her
tongue to tease its way across
her
bottom
lip.
Her
signs of desire were incredible to watch.

“Am not,”
she whispered, squirming just enough to release
her
right leg and wrap
it
around
my
hip.

The urge to grind
my
pelvis
into
hers was overwhelming, so I did, and then encouraged
her
to release
her
left leg
as
well, lifting
my
body just slightly
for
her
to do
so. She
obliged and wrapped
it
around
my
hip like the
other,
fastening me to
her
as
she locked
her
ankles
behind
my
back. Reaching
up,
I took the strawberry from
her
hand to secure
it
in mine. Stella tried to hang
on,
but
her
attempt was futile. I had
her
well and truly pinned.

Dragging the strawberry down
her
arm teasingly, I lifted
it
up to
my mouth,
watching a smile force its way across
her
face while she tried desperately to suppress
it
with pursed lips.
 
 
Yes,
I was witnessing
my victory.
However,
that
wasn’t
the victory I was after. So I
moved
it
away and
hovered
it
over
her
mouth,
prompting
her
to open up and
bite
it
at the same time
as
I did,
making
us both winners.

We
consumed the berry until our lips met, and when they did
it
was the tastiest fucking kiss I had ever had.

I
really,
really
like you

Lying
on
the dusty earth, strawberry bushes by the sides of
my
head and Lawson secured
on top
of me by
my
interlocked
ankles
was exciting and incredibly hot. The taste of fresh strawberry —
my
new favourite fruit — together with the taste of him, stirred a hun
gry
ache in
my belly.
Except
my
hunger was
not for
food,
but
more
for
the feel of him inside me once again.
My god, how I crave him.

The effects of abstinence may be truly felt when finally indulging in what
you
have been abstaining from, which was exactly what I was experiencing
as
the denim of his jeans,
tented
by his erection, rubbed gloriously along
my
dampened panties. Going without the pleasure of sex
for
so
long
had heightened
my now
amorous appetite, which was why I silently applauded myself
for
having chosen to wear a short dress,
my
choice resulting in the
easy
— and practically barrierless — method of becoming
one
at the hips.

Wriggling
my
hand free of his restraining
hold
above
my
head, I trailed the tips of
my
fingers down the
side
of his face, along his neck, across his t-shirt covered pecs and down his abs until they reached the buckle of his jeans. Unlatching
it quickly,
I reached in and feverishly clasped
my
hand around his thick, warm length. Lawson emitted a toe-curling growl.
“Stella,”
he murmured against
my
neck, his tongue chasing
my
name
as
it
licked
my
sensitive skin.

I arched
my
neck at the same time
as
I released
my
other hand, then reaching down in between
my
legs I
moved
my
pant
ies aside and guided his erection inside me.

Every.
Delectable.
Bit.
Of.
It.

“So fucking
wet,”
he ground
out
between clenched teeth.

I raised
my
hips greedily.
“Yes! Oh,
god.”

Lawson then began to rock against me, sliding in and
out
with
slow,
long
strokes. Desire clouded his features, adding to the lust that was pouring from his eyes
as
they bore
into
mine, inspiring deeper and harder thrusts, which also inspired
an
uncomfortable ache in
my
back
due
to the hard ground underneath it.

Wincing, I was snatched up instantly
as
Lawson
moved
to kneel, positioning me
on top
of him.
“Better,
Princess?”

“Yes,
much
better,”
I panted, squeezing the muscles in
my
thighs
as
I rose and fell above his cock.
“You
feel amazingly
good.”
And he did. His deep, rhythmic thrusts touched every inch of me and filled
an
emptiness I’d
long
harboured.

He
captured
my
face in his hands and directed
my
mouth to his, the warm, slick glide of his tongue expertly caressing mine in a sensual kiss. The way he sought to
touch,
taste and explore every part of me peppered
my
skin with hundreds of tiny sensations that penetrated the layers and pooled together at
my
core.

Lawson. Just. Made. Me. Feel.

And
not
only feel,
but
feel wonderful. Feel what a woman longs to feel. Alive!

Threading
my
fingers through his hair, I gripped
it
tightly and increased
my
pace, pumping him vigorously
as
I
worked
us both to orgasm.

“Jesus, fuck, Stella!” he groaned, bucking
into
me
as
he came. The feel of his hard cock jerking against the walls of
my
pussy brought me undone, and I too cried
out
as
I climaxed, slowing
my
pace
as
I settled
into
a
slow
rock before stopping and falling limp against his chest.

“Princess,
you
just made Pittstown Strawberry Farm so much better
than
it
already
was.”

“Toad,”
I mumbled lazily
into
his neck.
“Shut
up.”

*
 
*
 
*

After
Lawson and I cleaned ourselves up and
removed
all
strawberries within a two-metre radius of our sex spot — because we felt we should be ultra-hygienic — we made our way toward what looked like a gazebo.

“You
hungry?” he asked, looking
over
his shoulder with a smile that perfectly
complemented
his
tone
of
voice.
I
loved
seeing him this
happy. It
really suited him. And the thought that maybe I had something to do with that happiness both thrilled and confounded me.

“Yeah,
I am. Why?
What’s for
lunch?”

“Wait
and
see.”

“You’re
such a
tease.”
I playfully hit him
on
the shoulder
as
we rounded the back of the gazebo where I was finally able to see what we were to be eating.
“Oh my
god!” I exclaimed.

Set before us were two small square tables covered in white damask tablecloths. On
top
of
one
of the tables were
numer
ous dishes, comprising strawberries
done
in
one
way
or
another: pancakes, chocolate
fondue,
jam and fruit salad. The other table was set
for
two occupants, a candle and bottle of wine the centrepiece.

“After you, Princess,” Lawson declared
smugly,
gesturing
for
me to
sit
at the table by holding the chair
out for
me.

I brushed down
my
dress in a ladylike manner before sitting.
“Why,
thank
you, Sir Lawson.
You
really are
full
of surprises,
you
know that?”

“Me?
Why does this surprise you?
It’s
just
an
everyday
picnic
lunch in a strawberry
field,”
he mocked.

“Yeah,
you’re
right,
it’s
pretty boring
actually.”

“Well, I
wouldn’t
say
it’s
‘boring’.
We
have a chocolate fondue fountain, and
there’s
nothing boring about a chocolate fondue fountain.”

I giggled.
“I
guess
it
depends what
you
dip in
it.”

Lawson paused
as
he
went
to
sit
down and gave me a seductive smirk.
“You
have
an
object in mind? Will you need me to stand?”

“Sit
down,
you
idiot,”
I said playfully.

Just
as
we were about to dig
into
the food,
my
phone
rang,
Julia’s
assigned
tone
filling the gazebo. “Ugh! Just leave me
alone,”
I scolded the
phone.

“She probably
would if
you’d
answer
it.”
His retort was firm.

I
couldn’t
help
but
glare just slightly at him, before slowly raising
my
phone
to
my
ear
and sounding a retaliative ‘fine’ before hitting accept.

“Estelle, Ellie, is that you?” Julia asked in a shocked
tone.
Hearing
my
former name
sent
a chill down
my
spine.
“Yes,
Julia,
it’s
me.”

“Oh my
god! Thank good—”

“Now
is
not
a good time
though,”
I interrupted. “Please know that
I’m
fine
...
better
than
fine, and I
will
SMS
you
when
I’m
ready.”

“But
Ellie,
you
can’t
run and hide
forever.
You
have to face what —”

“Julia,”
I snapped,
“I
will
SMS
you
soon. I promise. This is
for
me to figure
out on my
own.”

Pressing end, I placed
my
phone
back
on
the table. “There. I spoke to
her,”
I said dismissively while unravelling
my
napkin and placing
it on my
lap. “Hopefully your theory works and she leaves me
be.”

“Princess, look at
me.”

Swallowing hard, I reined in
my
impending emotional
out
burst and met his
gaze.

“You
did the right thing,” he said
softly,
reaching
over
the table and
taking
my
hand in his.
“You
told
me
you
want to keep
mov
ing forward. That was another
step.”
Standing, he leaned
over
further so that he could bring
my
hand to his lips. “Steps like that
one
can
lead to a
full
fucking
marathon.”

I smiled while simultaneously rolling
my
eyes and blinking back
some
tears.
“Well,
I’ve
never liked running,” I joked,
as
he released
my
hand and sat back down.

“That’s
because
you’ve
never been
properly
chased.”

“That right?”

“I’d say
so.”
He
threaded a strawberry
onto
a skewer and then poked
it into
the chocolate fountain.

“And
you
are going to
show
me what
that’s
like?”

Placing the skewered berry
on
his plate, he shuffled his chair close to mine before picking the berry back up
again
and raising
it
to
my
mouth. “If
you
want me
to.”

I separated
my
lips
for
him and
bit
down
on
the chocolate-smothered, red, fruity deliciousness while watching with fascination
as
Lawson’s
eyes lit
up.
“You
eally do ike strawbys,
on’t
you?” I mumbled piggily
as
I consumed the explosion of ‘hell, yes’ that just
entered my
mouth.

He
smiled and skewered another
one.
“Yeah,
I
do.”

“Here, my turn,”
I said, snatching
it
from him and swivelling to dip
it
in the fountain behind us. “This is pretty cool.
I’ve
never eaten
fondue
before.”

“Best thing ever!” was his only
reply
as
he sat and waited —
impatiently,
mind you.
“Come
on,
feed me,
woman.”

My
mouth dropped.
My
brows
drew in.
“Woman?”

“Do
you
prefer
man?” he asked with a smartarse smirk.

Unable
to
help
myself, I plonked the chocolate-covered berry
on
his forehead and dragged
it
down his nose and across his cheek before placing
it
in
my
mouth.
“No,
I
prefer
princess.”
I boisterously chewed and gave him a wink.