Perfect Kisses

by Maine, Miley

  “No. They knew I showed up at your cabin unannounced. They knew what I wanted.”

  “Were they surprised?”

  “I think they were stunned. We've been friends for our entire lives. And they watched me date Winston for seven years.”

  I pulled the edge of her panties up, right on the inside of her thigh. I slipped my fingers inside, but made no move to touch her entrance. “So they thought you'd be a virgin until you got married.”

  “Yes. They were pushing me to sleep with Winston once we got engaged. But obviously that never happened.”

  “I'd say things worked out pretty well. You mentioned a one night stand. But I’d say we’d turned this into a several night stand.”

  She scooted her hips forward, forcing my fingers to brush up against her folds.

  “Always eager.” I ripped her panties off and threw them down. I pushed her legs apart. “Stay there.” I left her lying on the table, keeping my eyes on her as I started the fire and added more wood.

  Instead of closing her legs and covering her breasts, she willingly spread her legs open as far as they would go. Wet from arousal, her pink pussy gleamed. She stretched her good arm above her head, which pushed her pert breasts into the air.

  This girl, despite her inexperience, really liked to show off. It was all I could do not to drop my pants and plunge my stiff cock into her body. But I was determined to finally taste her essence.

  I sat in one of the chairs. I grabbed her hips and tugged her toward me. “This is perfect.”

  When I flattened my tongue and licked over her clit, she went wild.

  Even if she hadn't told me, it would have been clear that no one had gone down on her before. Which was a damn shame, for her. Not for me. I was glad, but I'd like to meet that little shit Winston who passed up a chance to have his tongue inside her pussy. I pressed my mouth to her core, kissing it.

  She gasped.

  Then I licked over her clit.

  “Your sweet pussy is better than any food.”

  Her taste coated my tongue. My pants were far too restrictive. I unbuttoned them and pulled my cock out.

  She tried to lean up and look at me. “Are you touching yourself?” she asked.

  There was no point in denying it. It was the only reason I was still seated and not buried in her body. “Yes I am.”

  “I want you to use it on me though.”

  “Well, we can’t have everything we want.”

  She glared at me.

  “I won’t come. But with my tongue in your pussy, I have to have a little relief.” I spent the next twenty minutes experimenting, finding out what exactly she liked. I found out that she really liked it when I put one finger in her pussy and licked her clit with the flat of my tongue.

  She also liked it when I spread her pussy lips apart and pushed my tongue inside her body. When I draped her legs over my shoulders, she really let loose. I thought she would break the kitchen table.

  Her climax came when I had two fingers rubbing her G-spot. Her good hand came down and grabbed my hair. She yanked on my hair as waves of ecstacy radiated through her body. Her walls clamped down on my fingers. Her pleasure lasted several minutes.

  Once she had come down from her peak, I carefully removed my hand and gently placed her legs back on the table.

  “What about you?” she asked.

  I looked between her legs. Her delicate skin was bright pink. I already had her once that day. “I need to give this a break. But there are other things we can do.” It occurred to me that she’d had her mouth on my cock, but not her delicate little hand.

  “Like what?”

  “You're going to use your hand.” I stood beside her right arm. “First, let me get it wet in your mouth.” She quickly moved so that I can dip my cock into her mouth. When it was slick with her juice, I moved back near her waist.

  “Put your hand around the base. Firm grip.”

  She took my shaft into her hand And I showed her what to do. “Move your hand back and forth. Don't be shy.” Of course she got the hang of it quickly. There wasn't much of a learning curve with Bethany. She wanted to know how to please me. And herself as well. Which was a great quality in someone you were fucking.

  “Faster,” I said. “I’m close.”

  She tilted her head back, exposing her neck. “You can come on me, anywhere you want.”

  Damn. Had she been watching porn when I wasn’t looking? Stunned by her brazen words, my cock pulsed and then it throbbed, and I came in large spurts all over her naked breasts.

  My come coated her little pink nipples. It was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen in my life. With a loud groan, I grabbed her face and kissed her hard. I pushed my tongue into her mouth. I licked into her mouth, over her tongue and then her bottom lip. Then I kissed her forehead.

  “You’re amazing,” I said.

  She was going to need a bath. I did not want her to swipe her cast through the come that lay pooled on her chest. I cleaned her up with a kitchen towel, and laid her on the sofa until I had the bath water ready.

  Once the water was the right temperature and height, I wrapped her cast up and lowered her into the water.

  She blinked at me with sleepy eyes. “Another bath?”

  “We both needed it.”

  I bathed her again yeah, but this time was perfunctory. I enjoyed it but the main purpose was to get it so clean enough to sleep in my bed.

  By the time I lifted her from the cooling bath water, she was asleep. I did my best to pull one of my t-shirts over her body. It could serve as a nightgown. Then I carried her to the bed, arranging her arm on a pillow and covering her with a blanket.

  Once she was settled, I went outside and got all of the groceries and put them away in the refrigerator. If Cameron could see me now, doing the bidding of this lovely young woman, he wouldn't believe his own eyes.

  Isobel would have howled with laughter. She’d always teased me and said that one day I’d understand what she saw in Cameron beyond his ability to track a suspect and take a criminal down with his bare hands.

  I was starting to wonder if she’d been right.

  I bowed my head. “I miss you Isobel. You always knew how to knock some sense into me. Cameron tries, but he’s just not the same.”

  I was now over my head with Bethany, I knew that much. Maybe Isobel would send me a sign of some sort, and let me know what I should do.

  21

  Bethany

  The whole time I decorated the mantle over the fireplace, my nipples were tight and my pussy ached. You’d think I’d be satisfied after having Logan put his mouth between my legs.

  Was I a nymphomaniac? Or was this just the result of being around such a hot, masculine man after years of being denied any sexual attention?

  My time with him was finite. It would be over soon. That fact was always at the forefront of my mind.

  I wasn’t sure I had the nerve to tell him what I wanted outright. I could flirt, and I could hint, but I wasn’t ready to tell him I wanted him. I was intrigued by what he’d said about taking me from behind.

  Did that mean I’d be on all fours on the bed? Or bent over a piece of furniture? I’d read about both positions in books with a high heat rating. Did I have a preference? No. I wanted to try them all.

  Once I had the mantle and the coffee table decorated with greenery and pinecones, I yelled for Logan. “Time to pick out the tree! Do we need an axe? A chainsaw?”

  “You don’t need anything. You only have one working arm, and I don’t want you to chop it off.”

  I gave him a playful nudge. “I’m not that bad.”

  He gave me a look.

  “Okay fine. I’ll just point.”

  We both dressed in our warmest gear and marched out into the snow. Logan was able to show me which trees were suitable to be chopped down and brought inside. After about twenty minutes of sliding through deep snow, I found the one.

  I didn’t know if it was a fir, or a spruce
, but it looked just right.

  “That's it! It's perfect!” I gave him a quick hug. “Thank you so much. I've never done this before. Emma’s family always has a tree delivered from a Christmas Tree Farm, but we use fake trees at home because we have so many, one in every room. And one year the decorator was allergic to the real Douglas Fir. She sneezed for days.”

  Logan was just looking at me. He didn't hug me back. But he did say, “You’re welcome.” That was good enough for me.

  “Do you need a permit?”

  “This is my land, not part of the National Forest.”

  “Ah. That makes sense.” I gazed around at the woods. “Do you ever get lonely up here?”

  “I haven’t been here long.”

  I think he knew that wasn’t the answer I was looking for, but it must have been all he could say. Logan had the whole bad boy vibe going for him, mixed in with the rugged logger look, but then sometimes I sensed a deep sadness. I knew better than to ask him about it. So I kept my mouth shut, and just tried to figure him out from the sidelines.

  I pulled my phone out as we rode, and started snapping photos. I liked to make a physical album of all of my trips, and so far I’d barely taken any photos. I was going to have to do a better job with that, because this was probably the most memorable trip of my entire life.

  “No pictures of me on social media,” he said as soon as he parked the snowmobile.

  That wasn’t a big deal to me. I didn’t post much personal stuff anyway. Most of my posts were to raise awareness for the different volunteer work I did. Sometimes I found a few new donors. But I was happy to keep Logan to myself.

  “Okay. I can do that. I don’t post much anyway. My parents aren’t fans.”

  I snapped our picture, and then I kissed him on the cheek and I I told him we’d get another one in front of the tree, where you could actually see who we were.

  Afterward, he just stayed there, sitting on the snowmobile, so I wondered if something had happened.

  I wasn’t going to dwell on it, so I hopped up and started untying the ropes. I couldn't wait to decorate a real tree.

  Eventually, he dragged himself off the snowmobile and carted the tree inside for me.

  I was hopeful that all the sex would have made him in a better mood about the Christmas decorations, but he mostly stayed out of the way. He only showed up when I needed to step on a ladder, then he was right there in my face, griping at me to be careful.

  I spent about two hours on the tree, adding in lights, pinecones, twigs and berries. When I was done, I snapped another photo. I think my handiwork would make our decorator proud. And I couldn’t wait to text it to Emma and Mia. And maybe I’d text it to my mother too. As long as I didn’t accidentally send the pic of me and Logan.

  It was pretty obvious from the photo that he was not the girl I’d claimed to be staying with when I called my mom.

  “Okay, your turn. We need a photo together.”

  He didn’t complain, but he came and stood next to me. He wrapped his arm around me and smiled, and in that moment, I saw a different person. His smile curved up, and his eyes sparkled, and he looked like a guy you could send into a charity gala and have him come out with $100,000 in donations.

  But Logan wouldn’t want to do that. He was happy up here alone. I had to remind myself there was no future for us. He didn’t want to live in Little Rock, and I didn’t want to move to Utah.

  Did I?

  Would I? If Logan asked me to, would I give up my life to move here?

  Not yet. I’d finish my last semester of college. But then I’d be free. It was an interesting question. But it wasn't one I had to contemplate too hard. Logan wasn't going to ask me to stay. And even if he did we'd only known each other a few days. it was crazy to even think about it.

  * * *

  In the grocery store Logan had seemed really excited about the pies I was planning to make.

  As soon as I started rolling out the dough he disappeared. But he was back in just a few minutes holding something in his hands.

  “Yes?”

  “I want you to wear this while you cook.”

  I look down to see my black bra and panties. The pair I had not worn yet. “My bra? And panties?”

  He stepped forward and pulled my hair together in his hands. He kissed the back of my neck. “Yes.”

  His touch made my knees feel weak. I guessed his request made sense. I didn’t have any lingerie, nor was there any way for me to get some. He wanted me to wear them while I cooked. I thought about my luggage. Did I have any high heels?

  I took the garments from him. “I’ll be right back.”

  I ducked into the bedroom and started digging through my suitcase. Mia had tossed a pair of heels into my bag. At the time I had planned on wearing nothing but ski boots but she thought we might go out in the town. I smile to myself. I'd add a few nights in instead of out.

  I pulled on the lacy black panties. They were cut in the boy shorts style. Logan did not have a full length mirror so I used my phone camera to check out my ass. The cut of the shorts did enhance the way my backside looked. Satisfied, I put the bra on. I arranged my breasts so that my cleavage would show.

  Once again I checked my image. My breasts are not large, they were medium size. But this bra did a good job pushing them up and together. I flipped my head over and shook my hair. When I flipped my red hair back up it was messy, but full of volume. All messed up, it did look pretty sexy.

  I sat down to pull on the heels. The cast was going to ruin my look, but there wasn't much I could do about it. The black plaster really did look better with clothes, but when I was only wearing lingerie it looked kind of strange.

  I could wrap it in an ace bandage. At least then it would blend in. Hoping he would not mind, I dug through Logan's bathroom cabinet until I found one. The contents were sparse, but he did have several first aid kits. I guess they were necessary when living out in the wilderness alone. He had one that had never been used. Quickly I wrapped it around my cast to disguise the black plaster.

  Overall, it didn't look too bad. I sat down on the edge of the tub and slid my feet into the heels. They were black with straps around my ankle, and I had to give Mia credit because they definitely made my panties look more like I was wearing lingerie.

  I had achieved at least some of what Logan was looking for.

  I lifted my chin and pulled my shoulders back. If I walked with confidence then that would improve the look even more. I pulled open the bedroom door and strutted out.

  Logan was waiting on me.

  A step forward but he didn't touch me. “Turn around.” his voice was deep and it was commanding.

  My brand new panties would not be dry very long, not with him looking at me like that.

  Slowly, I turned around as he had asked, showing him my ass encased in the lacy black fabric. Once I had my back to him I looked over my shoulder. His eyes were dark and smoldering. He looked like he wanted to devour me.

  I wanted that too. Inside my bra, my nipples tightened. He still had not laid one finger on me and I was already insanely aroused.

  “Now walk away from me.” he said. “I want to watch your ass move in those incredible panties.”

  I walked, letting my hips sway just the tiniest bit.

  “Stop. Turn back around and come toward me.”

  I did as he asked. Now I could see the hard line of his cock bulging in the front of his jeans. As I sauntered back, he tugged his shirt off and flung it. He stood in front of me bare chested. My eyes drank in the sight of his muscular biceps and his hard flat stomach. I could not wait to get my hands and mouth on him again.

  Once I was standing directly in front of him, I stopped again.

  “When I pulled those,” he gestured toward my bra and panties, “out of your bag, I had no idea this would be the end result. You're stunning. You look like a model.”

  I tossed my hair. “Thank you.”

  How long would it take before he to
uched me? I wasn't going to ask. I could tell from the set of his jaw that he was in charge here. He was calling the shots.

  “Now take your bra off. You can do it one-handed.”

  I fumbled a little, but he was right. I managed to get the clasp undone. Once it was off, I flung my bra in the same direction he had tossed his shirt.

  My stomach dropped, just like it would have on a roller coaster. There was something about standing in front of him, naked except for panties and high heels, that really turned me on.

  Ready to be filled, my pussy clenched.

  He pressed his palm flat against my stomach. His hands came around and squeezed my ass.

  “Beautiful. Now cook the pies like that. I want to watch you.”

  He already said he wanted me to wear this while I cooked. That was no surprise. But the lust in his eyes, and the heat in his voice was getting to me, bad. He was turned on, and so was I, but instead of taking action in the bedroom, he was going to stare at me while I baked.

  “As you wish,” I said.

  Logan's eyes flashed even darker. He pulled the chair out and sat down at the kitchen table. He kicked back and crossed his arms. Apparently he was just going to sit there and stare at me.

  Emma and Mia would be shocked but they would never find out. This was one of those memories they would stay private, between me and Logan only, forever.

  I was no longer the girl whose boyfriend didn't want me. I was the woman whose lover wanted to see her naked as often as possible.

  I could live with that. In fact, I liked that a lot.

  Baking while turned on was a new experience. So was baking while wearing only high heels and panties. I had worn high heels on plenty of occasions. Every gala, every charity dinner, every interview with the news crew.

  But this time I was wearing heels while chopping apples, measuring sugar, and melting butter.