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Easter Love
He thought my perception of him to be an oddity and had mentioned it more than once. Although older, diving into his mid forties to his discontent, I tended to put him in the same category as Atticus Finch or Rupert Giles. The classification sprung from his more charismatic qualities … His impressive height, his deep voice… The excitement that came with getting to figure out who he was as a person. None of these things he admitted to though as being attractive traits, of course I had reason to be suspect that he was more self aware than  he let on.
    I smiled slightly to my lover from the passenger’s seat of his car, tracing the indents in his palms with my finger tips. The music was loud, loud to the point that I rolled down my window because I thought that it was better left uncontained. The pair of us drove the backroads, we were heading to my grandmothers for Easter. A rural event entirely… My dad was going to grill hamburgers on the back porch, ma was going to bring some sort of dessert. My likely drunken aunt was going to attempt a dish herself, a dish that she would throw out and then eventually run to Krogers and buy a pre-made one. Children hunting eggs… It was going to be a great afternoon and I’d been excited for a while now. We pulled into their driveway and my boyfriend cursed at the lack of good parking. “Dammit…” He groaned as he placed a hand on the back of my seat and turned his gaze behind us. I mainly offered commentary on the weather and how we were probably screwed if my cousin had anything to say to anybody. Stepping out of the car, he was instantly swarmed by children. I chuckled and decided to leave him to his own devices.
    The hours drifted by slowly as we socialized far apart from one another and after everybody had eaten, much to my fathers satisfaction, it was finally time to hide eggs for the kiddos. This was a notion that thrilled me on belief because I had been land marking good places to hide them the entire time I had been strolling around the property. One in an exhaust pipe, another in the hole beside the dog house that a cat had dug… I’d had endless ideas. So I swung the basket as we walked side by side, taking in the breeze and the smell of summer budding in the distance. Dropping eggs here and there, he had suddenly began speed walking without me which was a bit frustrating so I jogged to keep up. “What…?” I questioned, somewhat breathlessly. “Tire.” I heard him comment as he stuck one on top of a camper wheel. This caused me to smile and gaze up at him with a particular fondness. The shade and the trailer in front blocked the world’s view of us…
    Apparently we had the same thing in mind because I immediately leaned up, he leaned down, and our lips met. Innocent enough at first...Until the second kiss. It started in my chest, a shiver, that ran it course all the way down my spine and to a lower area in my pelvis.
     A slight groan was emitted and I allowed my hands to travel up his shirt and graze across his chest, pulling back I looked directly into his eyes… I noticed the way his lips parted open slightly…. How his breathing hitched when my palms headed downwards and slipped just under the hem of his shorts. Seeing his face all drawn up in a dazed expression made me feel well… Some sort of way. It brought a simper to my mouth. “Are you sure you really want to do this here?” I felt him whisper against the crook of my neck, to which I replied, “If we’re quick, I’m sure they won’t see us on the other end of the yard.” Although I wasn’t all too confident in my answer, I knew my hormones were a big fan of this idea so I let the throbbing between my legs make all of the decisions.
    My fingers tangled in his hair as my head leaned back… I left my eyes open and half lidded. Stared at the blue in the sky, gasping a bit when I felt him pepper kisses down my neck and eventually his teeth grazing my flesh.
    Every nerve ending in my body was begging for attention, but we had to be fast… I gently slid my hand around the stiffness in his pants with the intention of stifling a grunt. It twitched against my palm and since I found it encouraging I kneeled down. The dew on the ground dirtied my knees. I shifted my eyes upward to meet his and slowly pulled his pants down to about mid thigh and enclosed my mouth around him. Gradually his head fell back a bit and he placed his hands on my shoulders while I continued softly.
After a few minutes of that we decided to speed along the process… Considering our lack of anatomical compatibility we quickly ushered away the consideration of me bending over. Instead of that he laid down on the grass… We’d end up looking a bit.. Rough on our way back. In order to eliminate trouble I unbuttoned my jeans and yanked them off, kicking them away with my shoes. I really should have worn shorts.
    One leg on each side of his hips and an arm beside each side of his head, I hovered over his body, taking the control into my own hands. He didn’t seem to have any complaints about this arrangement so I lowered myself downwards until, with a little adjustment, I felt him slip inside. It always felt a bit surprising at first no matter how many times you had done it, and if it had been a while, it even hurt a little then too. Of course it was only a dull pain and it never lasted for more than a few seconds upon penetration. “Oh, honey....” He murmured under his breath. That phrase was significant to me. It always seemed to be stuck in my mind… Getting into a good rhythm now, I moved back and forth. My body sinked into the motion until it felt natural and small pants escaped from my lips…. Breathy moans from his own. 

    “Is everybody done hiding!?!” A female voice rang out across the field. “Shit…”
My knees could only barely touch the ground outside when I was on top of him, so I stayed leaned over with my mouth near his neck. We tried our best to hurry… To a point that I had issues contributing because when he was trying to finish up, I found it difficult to keep up with him… Much to my embarrassment but he never really seemed to have  problem. I would say without warning but trust me, there was a warning…. He informed me that he was going to release and I rushed to slide him off him. Normally he may have clutched onto me for a few seconds longer and I’d run my fingers through his hair. We didn’t need a mess though so he rolled over slightly… And well… Yes, directly under the camper.
    Afterwards we laughed as we threw our clothes back on. “Do you think they’ll question why we’ve been alone for so long?” I heard him inquire as I stepped back into my shoes. “No, I should want to spend time with you.” I grinned. “You’re my favorite uncle.”


This was written by Sugarplum

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