Neighbors by Ashleigh Royce

many nasty thoughts fill my head.
    That delicious tingling feeling spreads across my body. I walk up to him and he looks at me with his warm, brown eyes.
    “Sorry I’m late,” I say.
    “You’ re worth the wait.” His voice is sultry. He always says the right things. Heat churns inside me.
    “Why are you wearing only a towel?”
    “I thought you’d join me and we could make love while swinging in the hammock.” He’s wearing a devilish grin. “Why don’t you come here?”
    Easing onto the hammock carefully, I try not to rock it too much, but the glasses are too full as my weight shifts our cradle. Some white wine splashes onto Dylan’s thumb. I take each glass from him and place it on the side table individually. Then take his hand where the wine spilled and lift it to my mouth. Running my tongue up and down his finger I lap up the wine.
    I lick the outer edge of his thumb, then plunge it into my mouth…and suck hard. A sharp intake of breath tells me how I’m affecting him.
    I reach for one of the glasses of wine and take a sip. It’s cold and sweet. I lick my lips. Dylan’s watch es my mouth. I hold a second sip in my mouth and kiss him, transferring the sweet liquid to him.
    “Mmmmm,” he purrs.
    I hold the glass over his navel and spill a few drops onto his stomach. “Don’t rock the hammock,” I say. I look at him for his promise. He nods. I take another sip of the wine and kiss him again, transferring more into his mouth. As he swallows, I track my tongue down his jawline. He moans. I continue down his neck, then along his collarbone. His chest is heaving. My trace continues down his chest and to his stomach.
    His body stiffens and he grips the edges of the hammock as I dip my tongue into the small pool of wine deposited in his navel. His breathing is rapid. I move the towel to uncover him just slightly. I continue my descent, licking, nibbling my way down. He steadies himself, trying hard not to move as I reach him. Moving further, I twirl my tongue around the tip. His breath hitches. Then I push him into my mouth.
    “Ohhhhhhh.”
    I pull back and do it again. He flexes his hips then raises them as I go down his impressive length again. He moans through clenched teeth. I push him deeper.
    “ Ahhhh.” His eyes are closed and his head is back, absorbing all of it. “I can’t…”
    I pull him in deeper still. He cries out and his hips still. Warm, salty liquid oozes down my throat.
    He leans back into the hammock and his body relaxes.
    His muscular arms pull me close and we rock back and forth as he kisses me.
    “Are you okay?” I ask.
    He smiles. “I’ve never experienced anything like that. It was phenomenal.”
    We lay on the hammock a little while longer. Dylan is stroking the end of my ponytail. He pulls the clip from my hair and rakes out the blonde curls. “I like how you sip wine,” he says.
    I smile. “I’m glad you like my technique.” He laughs.
    We rock a while longer with my head on his chest. His heartbeat slows to a rhythmic beat. The chaos of the day starts to weigh on me. I feel myself start to drift, thinking about how wonderful Dylan has made me feel the past few days. His voice brings me back to the now.
    “I finished painting everything but the dining room.”
    “That’s great. How’d you get so motivated?”
    “I had to do something to keep my mind off of you otherwise I would have been back at the ER. I only have Saturday night and Sunday before I have to go back to work. I don’t want to waste those days doing stuff in the house. I just want to focus on being with you.”
    I am elated by his words. He really does want to be with me. An infusion of energy fills me. I roll out of the hammock. “Come inside,” I command.
    His eyebrow rises with curiosity. Grasping the towel around his waist, h e follows. We just make it in the back door. I press my body up against his and push him against the counter. I yank the towel from his body and toss it onto the