we used to play outside when we were young & full of life & full of love
Your body reacts exactly as one might expect to her rocking hips and searching hands, heat welling predictably in your groin as the blood rushes down from your brain. "Hnng," you groan expressively into the crook of her neck, your hold on her ass tightening to a greedy, full-fledged grab.
She's making it really fucking hard (if you know what I mean) to focus on your carefully laid plans. The snatching of the wine is a good distraction; reluctantly you push her further away, not separating your bodies but at least removing the pressure of her hips from your poor, needy groin. "Ahem. Yer gonna have t'stop distractin' me if ya ever wanna find out."
Your arm is still around her waist, hand comfortable situated upon the curve of her hip. With your other hand you take the wine bottle back, raising up and taking the half-exposed cork between your teeth. It opens with a satisfying pop that hopefully covers your grimace of pain; you spit the plug out into the sand, then offer the bottle back. "I was thinkin' some exercise, first. Get our appetites whet. Y'ever walked on water, Vai?" you ask with a roguish grin.
She's making it really fucking hard (
Your arm is still around her waist, hand comfortable situated upon the curve of her hip. With your other hand you take the wine bottle back, raising up and taking the half-exposed cork between your teeth. It opens with a satisfying pop that hopefully covers your grimace of pain; you spit the plug out into the sand, then offer the bottle back. "I was thinkin' some exercise, first. Get our appetites whet. Y'ever walked on water, Vai?" you ask with a roguish grin.
zephyr
