by Milly Taiden
“You can take the boy out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the boy. Just one of my many talents.” He licked the spoon clean. My gaze rested on his lips as my mind drifted to the talents he’d shown me earlier. He must have noticed my stare, because he lowered his spoon to the bowl, sat back in the chair, and stretched his legs forward, lightly brushing my feet. Exciting shivers flew from there up as I focused on his penetrating gaze.
“C’mere.” He sat up, moving us over to the swing. Rocky jumped off and curled in one of the wicker chairs. I tucked my feet under my body, snuggling into Adrian’s side. He pulled a blanket off the back and covered me.
I took a deep breath in of the country air, saying, “This place is beautiful. Why did you choose to stay here and not the city?”
“It’s one of those things that keeps me sane. Reminds of childhood and a simple life. Takes the stress of work away.”
I hadn’t seen Adrian overly-stressed about his job yet. He’d always seemed so composed and at ease, I’d just assumed everything was going well; but I could imagine that owning a corporation wasn’t as easy as he made it appear.
“I can’t imagine how difficult it must have been for you to move here. You’re leaving your son, your whole life.”
“But look what I’m gaining.” He kissed the top of my head. “Besides, Matt’s at college. He has a girlfriend. He doesn’t need an old fart like me.”
I leaned in closer to his side. “You’re not an old fart.”
“No?”
“No, you’re a sexy, hot, mouth-watering hunk.”
“Mouth-watering?” He laughed.
“Yes, deliciously mouth-watering.”
I stared out into the distance, my thoughts going back in time. Scenes of our happy times flashed through my mind. Life had seemed so simple and easy, just like now. I would have never imagined I could get that feeling back again. Did I deserve another chance at happiness? This was working out too perfectly. There had to be some catch.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he said.
I stood up and paced to the porch steps, looking out into the darkening fields. The tips of the wheat were highlighted by the curved moon’s last glow and I realized that was the spot Adrian had been staring at as well. The swaying stalks reminded me of the fields where we’d made love for the first time.
“About how lucky I feel to have you back in my life,” I said.
His arms came around me from behind, locking me in. The feel of his naked arms on my bare skin was incredible. Adrian’s head lowered to my ear. “Do I turn you on?” The gentle whisper flew through me like an erotic breeze, centering deep in my core as I wondered where that question came from. But it didn’t really matter. His blunt honesty was what I loved about him.
Yes! I pressed my lips together, but didn’t say anything. Instead I lowered his arms off me, which seemed to confuse him, saying, “I have to think about it.”
I jumped off the porch and ran off into the dusk toward that apple tree. Under its swaying branches, I leaned back against the bark. He strolled toward me in long strides, like a predator. A foot away, he cupped my face and traced my lips with his. That sweet vanilla-apple breath fused inside me, rolling in swirls, slowly curling through my limbs. Adrian pressed in, squeezing me between his hard body and the trunk. Forced against the bark, my back dented into its ridges the same way it had twenty years ago, reminding me of the happiness and desire that had rushed through my veins those nights we made out.
“There’s somewhere I want to take you.” He lowered his hand to mine, sliding his palms from my shoulders down my arms, leaving a heated trail along my skin until he reached my fingers and weaved his into mine.
I didn’t reply because I couldn’t. My body did all the talking for me. My perked breasts, hard nipples, swollen lips, and heavy breath had to tell him he could take me all the way to hell and I’d follow.
We turned back toward the house. Adrian grabbed the blanket off the swing and a flashlight.
The Chihuahua lifted his head.
“Rocky, stay,” Adrian hushed him and we strolled around the house to the back. Past the garden, a field of wheat whispered in the wind, swaying on its overgrown stalks. If the weather held up, they’d be cut down in a few days.
Adrian led me right into the yellow stalks. The strands gently scraped against my arms, waking up my goose bumps until we reached a patch that had been cleared out.
I held my breath. It was our first night all over again. He spread the blanket on the ground and we both lay down, our gazes reaching up into the sky toward the sparkling stars. We stayed like that for a while, holding hands, only our arms touching. The stars above us were the same as the ones we’d seen twenty years ago. Had we changed at all? It seemed life moved so fast and the universe so slow. I was jealous the stars would shine for millions of years. Our time here on Earth together felt like seconds in the lifespan of the universe.
“T?”
“Yes.” I turned my face toward him. The moon’s white light glowed along the curve of his jaw.
“You wanted me to be your first”—he paused—“and I want you to be my last.”
I took a sharp breath. There weren’t enough words to tell him what he meant to me; how happy he made me. The regret of lost years passed and the deep ache of missing someone so much and not knowing what had been pinching my heart this entire time disappeared. The gratitude that he had found me spread across my face. Our paths had finally crossed the way we’d always hoped.
It was just me and him all over again. Nothing else mattered.
He propped himself up on his elbow. Lying on his side, he watched me from above, drawing his fingers across my forehead, pulling them through my hair.
“You’re so beautiful. Just the way I remember.”
If time stood still right now, I’d die happy. His hand skimmed underneath the shirt of his that I wore, cupping my naked breasts, fondling them gently, grazing his thumb back and forth over my nipples.
“I had planned for us to make love out here tonight,” he said.
“Are you saying your self-control flew out the window?”
“My self-control disappeared the moment you got here.” He rolled my nipple between his fingers. The delightful pinch curled through me as I squirmed underneath his touch.
“For what it’s worth, I think I appreciated us being inside a bit more. At least we avoided the mosquitoes,” I said.
“And ants. I had bites all over my ass after that night.”
I laughed. The way he caressed my breasts cut my laugh short as I opened my mouth, holding my breath, feeling my chest rise higher into his hands.
“Want to continue this inside?” I asked.
“Hell, yes!” He flew up and wrapped me in the blanket, lifting me into his arms again.
“I can walk,” I whispered.
“And I can’t seem to let you go,” he replied.
I was cradled against him as he carried me back to his house and up to his bedroom as if he were carrying nothing. Not a strain in the way he breathed or walked. The only evident effort was that in the flex of his muscles.
He set me down on his bed, saying, “Don’t move.”
He strolled into the bathroom. Water flowed from the tap, the lights dimmed, and three minutes later Adrian came back out. He removed his sweat pants and came to my side in his naked glory, robbing me of the blanket and his shirt and boxers, lifting me up into his arms, connecting skin to skin. I’d never get enough of his body next to mine.
Inside the bathroom, an oversized bath had been filled with steaming water. Dozens of candles lit the space, their vanilla essence mixing with a flowery aroma.
Stray bubbles lifted into the air as he sat me down on the edge of the tub. “Care to take a bath with me?”
“I’d love to.” I lowered my feet into the lilac suds before submerging my body.
Adrian sat behind me, his legs resting at the sides of mine. I leaned back agai
nst his chest.
“This is a first too,” I said to him. We’d never taken a bath together before.
“It’s the first of our many firsts. We should start a journal. First time we kissed, first time we made love, first time you came in my arms—”
“First time my dream came true.” I took his hand, weaving my fingers with his.
“You dreamt about me?”
“All the time.” I twisted my head to the side, looking up at him. “Especially in the not-so-happy moments of my life.”
“Why then?” He lowered his hands to my shoulders and began a massage. His fingers rubbed my neck, slowly untying small knots.
“Because every moment I’d spent with you was a happy one. It was my safe place to escape to.” I closed my eyes, letting my head loll forward. Whatever he was doing to my neck and spine with his fingers was working its way down my body like a sleeping potion until he stopped and my eyes flew open.
“I’m not going to let you fall asleep on me,” he said, reaching for the soft soap. He poured a few dabs onto a sponge.
“Really? What are we going to do?” I asked with sarcasm.
“Well, I think I’ve had enough of vanilla for today.” He rubbed the sponge on my arms and my front, just above my breasts in delightful patterns. The scrub coaxed that earnest longing out of its dreamy state.
My hands rested on his thighs and my fingers mimicked the circular motion of his wash along his skin, making creamy patterns over the dark hair on his thighs. He drew the sponge down my neck and I cocked my head to the side. The warm water dripped off and cascaded down my breasts. My nipples bunched up into little stones.
“I like vanilla,” I whispered. “You’re so good at it.”
“Hhm, I don’t think you’ve tried other flavors, then.” He lowered his hand to my breast and pinched my nipple. The zap of delightful pain surged down my stomach, turning into a tingling between my legs.
“What makes you think I haven’t?” I leaned to the other side as he swept the sponge over the plushier part of my chest to the other shoulder. When he switched hands, my other nipple experienced the same crisp pinch. And what happened between my legs at that simple touch ignited me. My ass moved a little against his hardening shaft.
“Ones with sprinkles on top?” He nibbled on my ear. His hot breath trailed to my cheek. Adrian was making concentrating much more difficult with his lips on my skin. I closed my eyes as he whispered, “Colorful ones that taste like fireworks.”
“How do fireworks taste?” I asked, thinking I’d just felt their spark down under the water.
“Very, very orgasmic.” He slid his hand across my belly and to my pussy.
I rested my head back against him as his fingers spread my folds, pulling through my crevices before rising back up to my clit. He circled them there slowly. I moaned at his touch. His hardness was already straining behind me until it became uncomfortable to have him squished between us.
“Bed?” he asked.
“Please.” That needy voice couldn’t have been my own, could it?
Adrian dried me with a towel and carried me back to his bedroom, setting me down on his bed. “Now, how about those fireworks?”
“Fire away,” I laughed, but wasn’t expecting him to dive under the covers and right between my legs.
“Ahh!” The ecstasy flew out of my lips on one long breath. I grasped the sheets at my sides for support.
Adrian spread my knees apart and dragged his tongue along my slit from way back down and up to the very tip. The exquisite pull of his tongue between my folds made the world disappear, and like an expert hunter, Adrian went right for the kill. He closed his mouth on my clit and sucked the nub, flicking his tongue in short spurts. His hands held my legs open, forcing my thighs to tense in his grip. He stopped for a moment and looked up from below, the covers drawn down.
“Another first for us… in bed, that is,” he said before returning to my clit.
He was right. Back then, beyond penetration and our hands massaging each other, we’d had no clue of the different kinds of ways to receive pleasure. We’d tried, but without success. And this time, I was willing to bet he’d suck the orgasm right out of me within seconds.
Adrian closed his lips around my tip, stroking with gentle licks now. But once those magic fingers of his ventured inside me, rubbing me there, commanding that I come at his touch, I lost it. My hips circled wildly to the flicks of his tongue, jerking up into his mouth. The slick tongue that kissed me so sensually turned into a merciless tool he used to drive me insane. I lowered my hands to his head, steadying him in that central spot. He withdrew his fingers and kneaded my ass. His fingertips scraped gently down toward my crack and touched my tighter hole. And everything inside me turned to mush as that simple tease around the rim sent a shock through my body with the electrifying energy of a lightning strike until I let out a scream. My knees fell apart and my arms flopped to the side.
He slid up my body, his lips trailing from one hipbone to another, then up to my navel, between my breasts, until he reached my lips. His mouth, slick with my juices, took my lips. The sweet remnants of my excitement still lingered.
“Are you okay?” he asked, brushing the back of his hand over my cheek.
“Yes.” My heavy breaths lifted my chest, seeking more oxygen. “What flavor was that?”
“It was a special order.”
From now on, that was all I wanted to order.
“You should rest now. We still have a few more hours.” Adrian turned off the light and pulled the cover over us. He spooned me from behind, caging me in his arms.
I smiled with bliss, pressing into his body, molding as if his front were a cocoon made specifically for me. As I drifted to sleep I thought about another first for us—sleeping together through the night.
CHAPTER 22
I woke up just as the sun began to rise. It was six in the morning, and my bladder was urging me to get up.
With the sheets barely covering his hips, Adrian was sleeping on his back. Feeling the need to touch him, I sat up, admiring the body that had rocked mine three or four times the night before. I’d sort of lost count. Between naps and grunts through the night, I’d savored every moment he wanted me, giving myself to our needs.
The increasing pressure on my bladder forced me to slip out from underneath the sheets. I tiptoed to the bathroom and then back without waking Adrian.
Returning to the crumpled sheets, I sat at his side, watching him. Adrian hadn’t stirred, and I wished I could wake up like this every morning. My gaze ventured lower. The lure of his morning bulge under the sheets excited me. The impulse to touch him made my fingers twitch. Sitting at his side, I lowered my hand to his thigh and then slowly to his erection. A gentle flex in my palm stiffened him even more. With the exception of his eyes, he didn’t move, and my need to please him even through a dream grew. More so, I wanted to feel his width that had filled me last night, and so I lowered my hand to his groin and stroked him, once, then again, stimulating a flex through his dream. At least I assumed he was dreaming, the way his eyes moved under his lids and his mouth opened by a fraction.
There was something dirty about the act that hardened my nipples and slicked my thighs. Perhaps I should wake him? But my hand kept pulling the soft skin of his length along the muscle, up and then down, as I watched him grow in my palm. The thicker and harder he became, the more the rough texture of his veins under my fingers smoothed. I’d held him in my hand before, but now, as a man, he seemed bigger and more appetizing. A drop glistened on his crown. I licked my lips and lowered my mouth to his cap. His hips twitched higher as I locked my lips below the crown, stroking him slowly. I rolled my tongue under the rim, feeling his round edge under my lips, and then licked his full length from the root to the tip before taking him in my mouth again, slowly pumping him from the base up. My dampness increased at the taste of him.
Adrian moaned, his brows narrowing in confusion, but still slept. I squeez
ed tighter around him, letting my mouth work his shaft deeper and deeper each time. He grew between my lips to his thick, delicious size. My bottom lip felt the swell of his vein pulsing underneath it. I cupped his balls, feeling their warm, soft weight.
And he stilled.
I looked up, batting my lashes. He slid out of my mouth with a pop.
“What are you doing?” he whispered.
“Making another first?” I winked.
“You’re wilder than I remember.” He grinned.
“And more talented.” I licked his shimmering tip of pre-cum.
“Oh, God.” He gripped the sheets at the side, and I squeezed my mouth around him just enough to get the reaction I wanted. As I cupped him again from underneath with my other hand, his sack contracted in my palm. My head bopped up and down to the rhythm of his hips. The swell of him inside my mouth excited me. Adrian’s thrusts strengthened and his hips jarred in a quicker rhythm, hitting the back of my throat every few strokes. I relaxed my jaw and let him go as far as he wanted.
“You’re fucking unbelievable.” The words didn’t sound like his own. His ragged voice was raw with an edge of desire. Increasing the suction of my mouth, I pressed my tongue along his pulsing vein, adding my thumb just underneath it, and his tempo increased. The primal sounds coming out of his mouth were like praise. Adrian shuddered against my gums with each suck and pull as I pumped him furiously. His hands moved on my head, steadying my rhythm, fingers gently twining into my hair.
“Like that, T,” he pleaded. The plunges were now shallow and intense with two quick bursts and one slower one in between.
His oncoming climax contracted his sack, and I squeezed my palm around his balls, pressing my hand underneath the fleshy and soft area. Adrian stilled and pulled me off him. His jaw tensed as he stroked himself three more times and climaxed, his hot eruption spilling. He yanked the sheets on top of himself to catch the jet of his creamy seed, milking every last drop with his hand. I watched his eyes, mesmerized, as his grasp eased and his shoulders lowered, and I swore I’d never seen a man so thoroughly satisfied.
