Monica stared at him. She didn't believe it. And then, suddenly, she did. It all made sense to her now – the restrictions, the chaperone whenever she wanted to go anywhere off the estate. She came against Burke with a sudden burst of emotion.
"You're near me, darling!" she cried, pressing her tits boldly against his chest again, lifting her mouth to his, kissing a boy for the first real time in her life.
"Ohhhhh, Monica!" Burke gasped.
His lips parted. She felt the tip of his tongue slide into her mouth. The touch of it was thrilling.
She felt his hands roam over her back and her butt again, and she yielded to him completely, feeling a spark of rebellion inside her as she did.
She gasped and puffed. She didn't resist when his hands slid between their bodies and cupped her tits fully again. Burke drew back and looked down at her, and she felt a surge of modesty rush through her.
"Ohhhhh, don't…" she gasped, flinging her arm over her tits, quickly working at the misplaced halter to cover them up.
"No, don't – don't cover them, Monica!" he cried quickly. "Let me look at you – all of you! Oh, God, you're beautiful!"
He held her ann. He lifted it gently away from her tits. She was on her back. She gasped again and again, watching the expression on his face. The way his eyes moved over her face and lips and breasts and the swell of her bikinied hips was like a warm caress, and she couldn't keep from squirming under his gaze.
"Nobody's ever looked at me like that before, Burke," she whispered, lifting her arms over her head, stretching the lithe, slim length of her half-naked body.
"I feel so damn lucky," he said nearly reverently. He reached forward slowly. His fingertips traced the outline of her firm tit, and she moaned under his touch, feeling her nipple sprout from the end in a red, rubbery nub.
"I – I've never even been kissed before, Burke – not like that!" she gasped. "Oh, I can't believe I'm lying here like this with you looking at my naked tits and feeling them with your fingers and… ohhhhh, Burke!" she shivered, letting out a harsh gasp of shock and delight and surprise.
His head dipped. His mouth opened. His lips became a soft, wet oval around the end of her tit. She felt her throbbing, thrusting nipple be sucked into the warm slipperiness of his mouth.
His tongue flipped and licked at her standing tit, and she panted harshly with sensation. Her spine arched high, making her tit thrust deeper into his mouth.
His hand cupped around the mound and made a cone of it. It felt as if he were eating her alive. Her hands flew to the back of his head to push him away, and then her fingers curled in his hair and pulled his mouth closer.
"Ohhhhh, my God! My God!" she cried, her eyes closing against the sun and the deep green hideaway enfolding them. The sweet, clear tone of a mockingbird came to her through the buzz of sensation in her mind.
She felt his lips pull and tug at her tit end. She felt as if her breast would explode inside his mouth, the way it was swelling and throbbing.
She felt his hand slide down her side, along the pinch of her slim waist, to the side of her full hip. His fingers curled in the material of her bikini bottom, and she felt him tug at the garment.
"No! Ohhhhh, no!" she gasped.
"I want to see all of you, darling! Every sweet, beautiful inch! Everything! I want to kiss you all over and touch you and love you, Monica!"
Her hands flew to her bikini bottoms, and she held them up. Letting him see her tits and fondle them and suck on them was one thing. Letting him see her pussy was something a decent girl just wouldn't do.