#heartofflesh #excerpt from Chapter 17- Cream Biscuit

Andrea turns around, while Susanna is bent over the
other way, looking for something in the basket.

“Where did I put the biscuits?” she mutters,
leaning forward and sticking out her heart of flesh, seemingly wanting to get a
little sun.

Andrea looks more closely at its outline, still not seeing
sign of any panties. He sniggers, but hides it quickly when she turns around
again.

“Here they are,” she exclaims, packet of
biscuits in hand. They’re his favorite: chocolate with cream filling.

“Nice,” he says, arching his chest towards
her. “Can I have one?”

“I brought them on purpose,” she smiles. She
opens the packet and offers him one.

He shakes his head. “Open it for me,” he
says, kissing her neck. “Hold the two sides, turn slowly and pull them
apart.”

She does so and hands him the half with the cream on.

Andrew grabs her wrist, puts his thumb in her palm and
her breathing alters. He brings her hand closer and licks a hole in the cream
with just the tip of his firm tongue. He looks at her and swallows the sweet,
strong fingertip. She’s startled and her hand begins to shake. Then, he slowly
licks all the cream with light movements as he intertwines his fingers in hers.
He imagines that he’s licking her, her skin, his precious Susy.

Then, he leans forward for a kiss. “Thank you.”

She’s enveloped in embarrassment, her cheeks painted red.
“Do you always eat biscuits like that?” she jokes.

He caresses her neck with his lips, licks, kisses and
nibbles it slightly. “If my girlfriend’s not wearing anything under her
dress, yes.”

She doesn’t say anything and lets him cuddle her,
forgetting about the biscuit as it falls onto the tablecloth.

“Come to my house,” he pleads. “You’ve
not been since that night. It’s not fair.” He kisses her and squeezes her
waist with his hand.

“I don’t go into the lion’s den,” she
whispers.

“I won’t do anything compromising,” he
continues, moving his hand lightly over her leg. “I promise.” Feeling
her skin so warm, he slips it under her skirt. “Go on, go on, go on,”
he insists. He kisses her again, opening her mouth and sinking into her,
leaving her breathless.

As she moves away, he hears her restless breath and
sees her eyes narrowed.

She’s to be eaten
when she’s as soft as this.

He bites his lip, really wanting to bite her all over.

“So, shall we go?”

She wets her lips and shakes her head.

“You’re cruel, though.” He tickles her
shoulder around the outline of her dress and then down to where the helpful
button, that he had managed to open before, allows him to venture inside. He
touches another while she strokes his neck.

Andrea looks around quickly and doesn’t see anyone. Just
the mountains, surrounding the vast, bright green plain.

Turning back to her, he takes a deep breath and opens
another button. He sees the swelling of her skin, the fabric barely covering it
now, and slides his finger inside as she closes her eyes.

He feels her hard nipple and tickles it between his thumb
and forefinger, watching her for signs of arousal. She opens her mouth slightly,
with a light moan, and he fills it with his tongue.  His hand squeezes her soft, yet firm,
breasts, making him boil over again. “Susanna,” he says, drunk with
desire. “You’re beautiful, my love.”