Wild Baleigh love 2️⃣☑️

19. Last bond connection

Now I'm resting my head on Ballice's shoulder enjoying the night air as well as the so well alarming sound of crickets.

I turn to look at him and he's smiling at me broadly, my dress still uncomfortably hanging below my exposed breasts which are pressed on Ballice's chest.

Thinking about what we've just done in the open air, I feel heat creeping up my neck.

"Why are you smiling like that?" I quip leaning off him.

" I like watching you get off, it's an exquisite sight. " He smirks running his fingers in my now tangled wet hair.

"Pervert!" I slap him lightly on his chest feeling embarrassed.

"Wow." He mutters licking his lips as his eyes trail down from my face. Following his line of sight, he's looking at my perched up breasts.

Oh! I quickly slip my sleeves up covering myself and his face falls, faking a pout.

"Watching you is a conjugal right and you don't have to shy away." He sneaks a hand in my dress cupping my breast impulsively.

"Ah!" I gasp pushing him away. "Wait did I just hear conjugal?" I throw my head back laughing. "You're so fucked up Mister." I quip in between laughter.

"I Know that's for married couples, I know we're too, since you said you will marry me over and over again, months ago. " He bites his lip leaning in closer to me.

" Snap outta it, we were kidding and you know that, so let's just go in and get ourselves something to do rather than sitting here listening to the awful cricket music." I push him away standing up from his lap.

" We can listen to the frogs singing and I'll still care less as long as am with you." He says standing up too.

" Wow. " I breath looking up at him innocently. " So what are we going to do?"

"I can figure out something." He smirks down at me.

"I know you will." I grin at his promising voice.

***

"Why do you like using ivory soap?" I ask after gathering enough lather on his sponge.

Since we were drenched, we opted for a shower together.

"I don't know, if I may ask you, why do you always use strawberry and jasmine shampoo." He asks back.

" Well, I prefer that scent. Talking of shampoo, you always smell of cinnamon and pine, is that the Kind of shampoo you do use?"

" No, that's the cologne I use." I scrub his back up down slowly letting my fingers touch him ever so oftenly enjoying how his muscles flex under my touch.

"I love how you smell." I move to his shoulders blades, standing on my toes, I spread lather there pressing the sponge gently across his shoulders.

"And so do I, just a whiff of you and I'm a goner." He turns around drawing me closer to him as the hot water keeps cascading down on us.

He takes his shampoo and pours it in my hair for the second time. He runs his fingers in my hair, ever caressing my scalp gently, giving me a sweet feeling.

"I think my hair is clean now." I murmur feeling dizzy and cozy from the hot water and his sweet gentle carress on my head.

"Well..." He trails running his fingers down to my cheeks, lower to my throat, he moves his two fingers snapping my chin up and our eyes meet. He looks so sexy in his wet hair and all I want is to run my fingers in it.

His other hand moves down to the swell on my breasts. Cupping it, squeezing it lightly, his thumb moves to my itchy nipple, rubbing it, pinching it, teasing it, his eyes still clouded never leaving mine.