by Milly Taiden
“I don’t think I’d let you even if you tried.” My voice trembled.
“You’re nervous,” he said.
I nodded.
“So am I.” He looked at me from above.
“Really?”
“Yes. We didn’t know what we were doing back then. Now there are standards and expectations.” His lopsided grin that captivated me returned.
I reached up to touch his cheek with my palm, smoothing it along his freshly shaved jaw. “No expectations. I just want you. I want us, even if it’s as clumsy as when we were young.” Although something deep in my belly told me my body was about to be blessed by this graceful man in ways I hadn’t expected.
Adrian unbuckled his pants and slid them off his hips, which wasn’t easy over that bulge. I remained on the chaise, running my tongue over my lower lip, watching the power of his muscles flex with each move. His arousal strained underneath his boxer-briefs. As he lowered himself to the chaise, I couldn’t get enough of his new body. Nearly naked, he lay at my side, admiring me, tracing his fingers up and down my belly, right around my navel. A rush of goose bumps spread from there in an outward pattern.
A soft moan of impatience escaped my mouth which he immediately soothed with a kiss. At the increasing demand of his swelling lips I opened wider, and he weaved his tongue inside me. I whimpered in response. Kissing him still seemed so unreal. Finally my hands moved and I drew them up his arms to the back of his neck, tracing my fingers along his hairline and then lower to his back. Under my palms, his shoulder blades twitched as his hand skimmed down my body. Adrian’s lower back flexed, and he groaned desire into my mouth.
He braced his forehead against mine, saying, “I adore kissing you,” and then moved his lips to my cheek and down my neck to my cleavage before looking up and adding, “Everywhere.”
I breathed heavily as he stole the lust rolling through my skin with his hot lips. Tantalizingly slow, he pulled back my bra lace with his finger and skimmed my nipple. A shudder of delight flew through me. I arched my chest higher, pushing into his mouth, finally letting my instinct and experience flourish. The roll of his tongue around my hard nipple soothed an ache that was beginning to swell deep within me. His lips awakened the woman inside me who needed to be desired and cherished.
A rumble of longing sounded from his throat and he cupped my other breast in his hand, molding it, filling his palm.
His tongue flicked my nipple before he gently bit and pulled it up with his lips. The bud slipped out of his hold with a delicious zap. I tried to concentrate on what was happening to me, but I couldn’t. All I knew was that he explored my senses and tantalized the delicate curves on my body with his strong caresses. Adrian had always owned every single inch of my skin, even if he didn’t know it.
His mouth grazed back up my chest and neck. The gentle farm breeze from an open window cooled the saliva where he’d kissed my skin, and he found my lips again. How could someone make me feel so lost in a kiss? He drew my lips between his teeth, biting gently, and then skimmed his tongue across my mouth with tender strokes. Nothing mattered. We were the only ones in the universe.
With his full palm on my flesh, his hand slid from my shoulder down my silhouette to my hips. Hooking his finger into the elastic of my panties, he removed them with one hand, all the while keeping our kiss sealed. I felt like we were a couple of kids who could kiss for hours without breathing, but when his hand slid between my thighs, grasping that soft inner flesh, I had to breathe. The scorching touch there was too much. My legs parted willingly. He watched me as he drew his hand higher and higher until he reached my drenched folds and I gasped.
Adrian pressed his mouth to mine again, kissing me deeply. The movement of his tongue inside my mouth was mimicked by his fingers down below. He slid his tongue under my upper lip while his finger spread the wetness around my flesh. When he caressed my lower gum, his finger traced the other side of my swollen lips, and as soon as he thrust his tongue deep into my mouth, I felt him stretching me with his fingers, slowly, in and out. His thumb traced upward to the top of my waxed area, and I could no longer think about the kiss or what was happening in my mouth. All I could think about was Adrian inside me and me getting slicker every second.
The moment his mouth traveled away from my lips in a downward path, I sucked the air into my lungs, bracing for that impact. The trail of his lips down my ribcage seared until he reached my hipline and noticed what I usually hid beneath the band of my panties.
“How did I not see this before?” he asked.
“Your eyes were closed under the waterfall,” I reminded him.
“I’m beginning to like discovering your body more and more. I love apples,” he said against my skin, kissing my tattoo. I’d gotten it inked the summer after we parted, to remind me of how we met: me staring up into an apple tree and him down from above, pausing his pickings to grin at me from above.
“Does it have a meaning?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He didn’t ask for more and I knew he understood. “Well, let me see what other secrets you’re hiding here.”
Adrian parted my folds with his fingers, slowly sliding from the bottom up, pulling my wetness on their tips. His gaze never broke mine as he watched the way my body reacted to his touch coiling up and down, writing on the cushion, guided to obey his each unique stroke. He pulled his fingers up to his mouth, licking my essence off them, and I felt myself drip with more desire.
“Perfect.” The rasp in his voice and the act of what he’d done had my thighs tensing, and my insides flipping with lust.
Hovering above me, he once again took my lips, gently suckling them before standing up. Adrian removed his boxer-briefs. There was nothing sexier than a man in a well-fitted pair of underwear. Well, perhaps there was—a man without underwear at all. With my mouth wide open, I stared at his penis, standing straight up at full mast; a drip of pre-cum glistened on its tip. I licked my lips, desperate to feel his heat in my mouth.
Adrian reached behind my back and with a quick flick of his fingers loosened my bra. The straps fell off my shoulders, baring me for him.
I looked up into his eyes and our mouths crushed at the same time. I couldn’t get enough of him and the kiss that had marinated for years just to be savored by us. This was lust: pure, aching, and deliciously torturous lust that satisfied every craving and longing I’d had for a man. Our colliding mouths breathed with rich yearning into each other. My hands roamed his arms as his supported my neck, pressing me into him. And between us, his erection poked against my belly. Our bodies dripped with sweat. When we finally pulled away I knew there was nothing that would stop us now.
He reached to the floor and fumbled to pull out a foil packet out of his pants, swiftly rolling it onto his length.
I reached for his neck and drew him to me. With his length squished between us, I kissed him with fervor and need, wishing to show him just how much he meant to me. I wanted Adrian to know how much I trusted him and needed him. I pressed so hard it hurt, but I couldn’t get enough. His arms held me tightly as his hips lifted higher. I spread my legs, letting my knees part to the sides. The tip of his length poked around my damp pussy. Slowly, as he probed inside me, my memories returned back to when it had hurt. But this time when Adrian filled me, I could only feel the pleasure of his stretch.
“Ah, you feel amazing.” His jaw tightened as he moved his hips back up and then slid through my moisture again, harder and deeper, as if needing to feel all of me pulsing around him. Back when we’d dated, we hadn’t really understood the satisfaction of slow penetration. It seemed we could never be quick enough to rip each other’s clothes off: our hands discovering each other’s bodies, our connection, and how divine it all felt to have him pounding inside me was all that mattered. But right now, the way Adrian tantalized me with that agonizing rhythm of his hips and his nourishing hands and lips on my breasts, I swore his goal was to make me come on command. And I would the mom
ent he asked me to.
I kissed his jaw line and his neck, dragging my fingers up his chest, lightly scraping my nails along his hard muscles. “It’s been a while,” I said feeling him pulse inside me.
“Just as I remember.” He seized my mouth and I was lost in him again, rocking against him, grinding my pussy each time he thrust inside me.
With his arms tight around me, Adrian pumped his hips into me, the onslaught teasing my swelling clit. But I needed him deeper and harder. As if sensing my need, Adrian pulled me up with him into a sitting position, supporting my back. I curled my legs at the side of his, straddling him while he sat on the chaise. He held onto me and I onto him. His arms over mine crossed my back, one spreading over my shoulder blade and the other arm around my waist, as he buried himself deep inside me, waiting there like he wanted to make sure he’d reached the end of my tunnel.
Our bodies rocked faster up and forward. A new flush of heat spread through me. I leaned my head on his chest, smelling his arousal through his pores, tasting his salty skin with my lips. His hands were all over me, tracing my back, my arms, and that ticklish spot just above my ass. But this time his fingers drew tingles out of me instead of tickles: excruciatingly amazing tingles that buzzed with energy in my groin.
My clit, sensitive against his pelvis, rubbed there with the exquisite motion of our sway. We’d never tried this position when young. It was always him on top of me, and me below with my legs spread apart. But the way I sat on him now, him so encased in my body with me deeply centered over him, was much more intimate. My breasts pressed against his sweaty chest. The sound of our squishing skin and heavy breaths filled the room. I held onto his arms, beginning to feel the first wave of pleasure within reach.
The sound of my need left on each breath and was stolen by the breeze from the window. I moaned against his skin, squirming as the intensity built. I didn’t think I could possibly feel him more than I had before but I did. He reached lower and held my bottom with his palms, pulling my hips toward him, digging his insistent fingers into my flesh. He circled his hips in that wonderful rhythm, looked into my eyes, and said, “I’m never letting you go.”
His words coerced me to tighten around him and his eyes flew open. My head lolled back as his mouth traced my collarbone, leaving a fiery trail. And that was when I noticed this room had a skylight. The stars shone above us in the same way they had twenty years ago. I lifted my head, looking deep into his emerald eyes, savoring the rhythm of us, connected as one.
The smells of the night changed from those of the farm to two needy lovers, grinding in the flavors of their delicious sweat. One of his arms supported my back while his other hand held my face. He didn’t have to say what he was thinking; it was all there. The love, passion, and longing beamed through him.
I craved him like air and gave myself to him, body and soul, feeling his tempo pick up. The pressure of his thrusts and the slickness building between us brought my swelling to unbearable levels. My clit grazed against him, and that one little spot he hit inside me jolted me into a point of no return. I squeezed around him, wanting more, needing to release.
My fingers tangled into his hair and I wouldn’t let go. I couldn’t let go. I had to make this last longer. I shut my eyes, biting my lip until I thought it would bleed. Adrian lifted my chin with his finger to look at him.
“T, open your eyes. I want to watch you come for the first time in my arms.”
And at his request, my eyes flew open as I screamed his name out into the universe. I let go of the tension, shaking in his arms, pushing against him, finding that moment for which I’d been waiting for over twenty years. The impact weaved bliss from inside me all along my body, leaving out my fingers and curling toes.
The jitters flew through me like stars falling all at once. I opened my eyes and imagined them raining down on us through that skylight, their bright light illuminating my ecstasy. And slowly, it all stopped.
His sweet advances slowed, pushing into me once, twice, and on the third time he stilled.
“You’re my everything,” he whispered, and we dropped down to the chaise. He encased me in his arms, breathing heavily, in tandem with me, still inside me. He was my lover and my best friend and the man I’d dreamed about.
“Better than the first time?” he finally asked.
I chuckled. “Yes, definitely better.” The twenty years that had passed hadn’t gone in vain. “That was amazing.”
“You were amazing.” He kissed my shoulder. “Fucking best sex of my life.”
CHAPTER 21
We stayed clenched together in each other until our heart rates slowed. The soft breeze from the open window awakened a layer of fresh goose bumps on my skin. Adrian drew a blanket around me, asking, “Are you all right?”
“Never been better. You?”
“Me too.”
“But I do need to use the bathroom and I’m hungry,” I said.
Before I got a chance to stand up, Adrian’s softened flesh finally slid out of me. He lifted me off the couch and into his arms.
“What are you doing?” I laughed, tightening the blanket to my chest.
“The upstairs bathroom is renovated, and I really don’t want to let you go.” He carried me upstairs. I stayed cradled against his chest, feeling his muscles move beneath me.
“Fresh towels.” He pointed to the wicker basket. “And anything else you may need is under the counter.”
“Okay, where are you going?” I asked without hiding my obvious disappointment. Part of me wished he could shower with me.
“I need to let Rocky out of the basement and heat up that pie. Come join me when ready?”
“I will.”
He took my lips into his in a delicious smooch, and then pulled a shirt over his head and jumped into a pair of sweats before heading downstairs.
I rushed to do my business and quickly washed off before remembering all of my clothes were downstairs. A laundry basket with a fresh stack was propped on a corner chair beside the closet. It had been ages since I’d seen clothing folded into crisp squares. I lowered my face to the basket and took a long whiff. It smelled of lavender and him. The white shirt I grabbed fell to just above my knees, and I had to tie a knot at the corner of a pair of his smallest boxers to keep them on.
As I went downstairs the smell of baked apples and cinnamon intensified. I strolled toward Adrian, wrapping my arms around him from behind just as he lifted a lid off a pot. Sugar-infused steam rose up toward the ceiling.
“I could get used to this,” I murmured against his back.
“Me too, T.”
“You smell good,” I said.
“I jumped into the shower in the basement.”
“You could have joined me,” I pointed out.
“If I had, I would have only taken you again. And there’s something I still want to show you tonight before we tire out from all the sex we’re going to have.” Adrian removed his oven mitts.
“There will be more?” I asked, my heart fluttering and thighs tensing for the sweet feel of him between my legs.
“Much more.” He guided his hand behind my head, tilting it for a deeper kiss.
A wet lick tickled my ankles, and I giggled inside Adrian’s mouth.
“The pit bull’s up,” he said.
“You’re not a pit bull, are you? Where have you been?” I crouched to the floor to greet Rocky. The little Chihuahua danced around me, wagging his tail.
“I locked him in the basement. He was sleeping anyway, and I didn’t want to make love to you with him watching.”
I scratched Rocky underneath his chin. “You’re so cute, your name should be ChiChi.”
Adrian laughed. “With that name, his balls would fall off all on their own.”
“What’s wrong with ChiChi?”
“It’s a girly name.”
Rocky barked, joining our conversation.
“No worries, buddy, I’m not castrating you with a name.”
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sp; “Well, for what it’s worth, he’s nothing like the Rocky you used to have. Where are the plates?”
“Second left.” Adrian strolled toward the fridge, his naked feet flapping on the ceramic floor.
While I plated the hot pie, Adrian scooped ice cream onto the side of the plate, stealing sweet kisses every few seconds. The aromatic cream began to spread over the pie and I licked my lips.
“Vanilla’s my favorite,” I said.
“I know. But I promise to give you a taste of other flavors too,” he teased.
My cheeks heated at the comment. It had been so long since anyone had made my body flush with desire with simple words.
“Your mother’s a wonderful woman, by the way, for letting us have the night off. I wish I had met her when we were younger.”
“She’s a romantic at heart and knows how much…” I stopped before I could finish.
“What?” He turned around with the eagerness I remembered from years past.
“How much I loved you,” I whispered.
He smiled at my words, which made me feel more at ease than I expected. “They were amazing years, weren’t they?”
“Yeah, they were.” And right in that moment, I felt as if I were living them out once again.
“Let’s go outside.” He lifted both plates and led me to the front porch.
The night was warm. I sat down on one of the patio chairs. Adrian stretched his hands upward, looking somewhere out into the distance, before making himself comfortable beside me. Rocky curled in a corner of the swing, resuming his earlier nap. I’d never seen a dog sleep as much as this guy. He was probably making up for Adrian, whose early mornings and late nights working left him little time to rest.
The sweet smell of warm apples teased me and I dug into the dessert. Melted brown sugar fused with the fruit on my tongue as I took a second bite. The ice cream added one more layer to my taste buds, and I could honestly say this was the best apple pie I’d had in years. “I knew you were talented, but I didn’t know you could bake,” I finally managed.
