Beach House Views, Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Settled into beach life…

Bridge

Bridge appears in the doorway of the bedroom as Juniper opens her eyes. He has a jar of coconut oil in his left hand. He toggles it back and forth as she stirs in their new bed. Bridge sighs. Finally, his love is awake. She looks scrumptious. His manhood roars.

“Morning my sunshine,” he says as he shakes the jar again to tease her.

She lets out a grunt, sounding groggily still half asleep as she stretches her arms straight up into the air, then lays them on the pillow above her head. She then arches and twists further so she can stretch out her lower back.

“Watching you wake and stretch like that is driving me wild,” he says.

The sheet falls away from her body, her pale pink, rosy flesh begs for his fingers.

She stretches again, moving her shapely legs, her movement ends with her rotating her ankles and pointing her painted toenails. She kicks the sheet fully off herself.

Bridge holds his position steady, though every cell in his body is urging him to rush her. Only his carefully laid plans prevent him from jumping over to ride her.

“Well, if I didn’t already have one before, that display of erotic stretching would have given me one.” He chuckles as he takes a step into the room. He holds the jar up again like a torch. She’s a vision, a tasteful image of feminine energy that ever blesses his...