“Well, it looks like you’re a wild animal,” I say patting his groin area and for the first time realizing just how big he really is down there.
“That’s what you do to me. You bring out the beast.”
His hand finds the small of my back as he quickly untucks my top. We’d both ditched out jackets long ago, which allows me to tug at his white button down shirt as well.
These sleek office clothes make no sense at the campsite and we’re both in a hurry to get out of them.
“Do you have a change of clothes for me?” I ask.
“For tomorrow, yes. I picked up a few things. But once we start we’re not going to need clothes for the rest of the night.”
“Good ” I say as I lift my arms high allowing him to remove my top. He quickly unbuttons his shirt and I push it back from his arms.
Even though it’s dark outside there’s enough moonlight coming in, and even a skylight in the tent, that allows me to see his body. It’s the first time I’ve seen him with his shirt off in years, but I haven’t forgotten just how much I missed it.
The curves and ridges of his muscles quickly come back to me. There’s a saying about muscle memory for athletes, but right now I’m the one with muscle memory as I look at his tight, thick, torso up and down remembering what it used to do to me and now I finally get to lay my hands on it.
I place my hands on his chest and feel my panties dampen immediately. His body is the same as it was, but it’s just bigger, bulkier, thicker, more manly. If he had a swimmer’s body in high school now he has more of a football player’s body.
But no matter what kind of body he has it’s not his anymore, it’s mine all mine.
Just as mine is his.
I run my hands up and over his massive shoulders gripping each shoulder feeling their thickness. They’re just as hard as the big stone formations out here at Vasquez Rocks…the place where Hollywood has turned to multiple times to film iconic scenes.
But the movie we’re about to make is only for our memories, and our own viewing.
And this is a memory I’m never going to forget.
He kicks off his shoes and then slides out of his slacks as his underwear snaps forward as his dick clears the fabric of his trousers.
I kick my heels to the side of the tent and immediately I’m a few inches shorter, but it makes me feel even more womanly, more feminine, more perfect.
And he only multiplies that feeling when the second I’ve slid my skirt down he slides his hands under my ass lifting me into the air.
I wrap my legs around his waist as he cups my ass with one hand and unhooks my bra with his other.
As my breasts fall free I hear a feral groan from deep within his belly as it makes its way up and exits somewhere through his throat, his mouth still shut.
But one look at my nipples and his mouth opens coming down hard on them, causing my back to arch as I press my chest deeper into his mouth.
I hear a popping sound as his mouth comes off of one nipple and finds the other, before it comes off again finding my mouth.
We kiss hard as he gently rolls one rock hard nipple in-between his forefinger and thumb.
“Always teasing me, aren’t you?” I joke, as I want him so bad right now.
“Do it wrong and it will get a guy in the doghouse. Do it right and it’s called foreplay and it will get you…something else,” he says in-between devouring my mouth.
“And you certainly are doing it right,” I say as his grip on my ass tightens and my elbows find his shoulders and my hands clasp behind his head. “But I don’t need much to get to where I want to go.”
“I’ll take you there right now,” he says as he leans forward carefully positioning me down on the sleeping bag before unzipping it and allowing me to spread out on top of the fluffy down, breathable fabric.
I had no idea camping could be so luxurious, comfortable, and fantasy fulfilling, but it’s just that when his lips kiss their way down my middle and his big, calloused fingers find my panties, jerking them down my sides.
Working outside all day must have turned this lawyer’s hands hard, and I sure do like the contrasting parts of him right now. There’s the big, burly outdoorsman that turns me on, coupled with the sexy, successful businessman who has all the toys as evidenced by the gunmetal gray Porsche parked outside the tent.
And coupled is how we’re going to stay forever.
I feel his tongue glide along the ridge where my leg connects to my torso and then do the same on the other side.
“This area is shaped like a heart and I’ve licked two sides of it,” he says. “And now I’m going to lick from the bottom all the way up to the top…right through the—”
“Middle,” I moan as his tongue splits my folds and my fingers curl around the sleeping bag as my fingernails dig into the mattress below it.
When his tongue finds my clit he licks over it and then drags the underside of the tip of his tongue around it clockwise and then counterclockwise.
I look down through my legs and see the tenacity on his face as his mouth comes off me, a line of my juices still connected to his lips and I can’t help but whimper and throw my head right back again.
“The tip of my tongue tells me you’re oh so sweet…but I already knew that.” He pauses breathing in deep, his nose no more than an inch from my pussy as I feel the breath of his words coat my wetness in his hot, humid words. “But the side of my tongue, the taste buds over there…they tell me you’re salty, as in you’re sweating, as in your heartbeat is elevated and you’re pumping blood like you’re hot, like you’re being worked out in the desert,” he says.
“Oh you’ve worked it out all right. You found the spot.”
“This one,” he says taking my nub in his mouth and moving it around in a figure eight motion.
“Uh huh!” I whimper. The desert is cool at night and there’s plenty of air circulating in this tent from the front entrance and the top, but it’s suddenly getting hot as hell in here.
“Or this one,” he says, releasing my clit and sending his tongue diving deep inside me as my walls open to receive him as he tunnels for my spot, but my walls won’t allow it as they clamp down on his wetness and I feel a wave rush over me from the inside.
“Yah,” I whimper. I can’t even speak the last times I’ve tried, only just short exhales with forced noises are substitutes for real words…but no words can describe what happens next as my entire body tightens and my abdominals contract so hard my torso comes flying forward as my juices fly out of me and into his mouth as I hear the sound of him lapping up every last bit. My eyes are bulging but I see nothing until I look down at him only to see the thirst on his face as he swallows everything I have to give with a devious look on his face that says, “Yes, I did that and I’m going to do it again.”
And he does, as I feel a second wave come right after the first and his mouth stays connected to me as he gulps up everything I have to give before my muscles draw back, relaxing, and I fall flat on my back.
“Oh my, god. Oh…my…god.” I say still trying to catch my breath and process the unprocessable. What just happened?
I feel his hands on my thighs as he spreads my legs open as he mounts me.
“I can’t wait any longer. I’ve tasted your sweetness and now I have to have you,” he says.
“Take me,” I say, but what I really mean is for him to take me again because he just had me…had me in the palm of his hand and made me move, made me wiggle, made me squirm, and made me feel pleasure at the will of his command. By the technique of his tongue.
“Tell me your mine forever,” he says.
“I’m yours. Now, forever, always.”
“And this is yours…forever,” he says running the head of his cock through my folds. My hips press up willing his cock into me, but he pulls his hips back not giving it to me yet.
“You understand what this means? No going back. This is you and me together until the end of time.”
“And I want you and now I will have you,” he says and his cock slides back up my folds but this time when it finds my opening it slides forward opening my walls and causing my eyes to open wide with it.
“Oh yeah. Right there. Right there,” I say as he slowly enters me before stopping. “You’re so big, so thick.”
“And you’re so perfect,” he says as he leans in and kisses me on the forehead, but there will be no return kiss. Not right now. I’m completely lost with an empty head, all I have right now is the way I feel and I feel everything. It’s like every single nerve ending from the bottom of my feet to the tip of my scalp feel sensations, but it’s the nerve endings in my pussy that radiate it outward through my body.
I saved myself all these years for this and am I ever glad I did. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life, not even close, and as his hips slide back and his shaft glides along my walls I feel that sensation heighten, quickly looking for another peak.
His midsection moves back until just the head of his dick is still inside me and all I can think about is getting more of him back in me, owning me, taking me, making me his deeper and deeper.
My hands come up and grab hard onto his hips as my fingernails dig into his skin willing him back inside me and he doesn’t make me wait as his cock slowly inches its way back inside me but this time finding a deeper spot as my forearms flex trying to hold him in place right there.
But he’s way too big for me sliding back and then I guide him in again, but really I know that he’s the one in control and my attempts to move him in and out of me are only imaginary. He wanted to make me his and that’s exactly what he’s doing.
“I want this to last, but I can’t promise you anything anymore. Anything is fair game at this point.”
“Take me. Take me how you want me.”
“You don’t want to see how I want you. You’re not ready for that,” he says.
“I’m ready for more than you know. I know your feel passion for me, and I know I want to see it…see it all. Take me. Show me how badly you want me.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive,” I say as he continues to move in and out of me in rhythm.
“But are you ready?”
“I’m ready,” I say.
He breathes in deep and exhales hard. Then he does it again, only breathing in deeper with his nostrils flaring more and his exhale expelling even harder.
The last inhale is way more pronounced than even the first two, but this time he holds the oxygen in his lungs.
As he exhales he thrusts inside me and all hell breaks loose as my body suddenly feels like a rag doll bouncing off the mattress as he grabs me by the hips and takes me like a man possessed.
Feeling how much he wants me…feeling his force…his desire…his passion, makes me feel even more satisfied and more like a woman desired and it pushes me to the brink again.
Is it possible that I’ll climax again before he even reaches his release for the first time.
“Uhhh,” he moans in a deep, gravelly pitch as his hips drive into me and his cock opens me even deeper with each thrust until I feel the head of his cock find my spot and then it’s all over. The wave forms again and my inner ocean forms a wave that comes crashing down on his cock and then covering it just like the sea where it meets the shore.
“Fuck!” he moans and I feel his thrusting stop and his cock jerks wildly inside me as my walls clamp his rod down and his warm gift fills me not once, but twice, before my pussy milks his dick for every last drop of his seed.
I look up at him as he’s hovering over the top of me and feel his grip on my hips fade.
“Oh fuck,” he says and he leans in and kisses me hard on the mouth before he pulls away his mouth and nose trying to find all the air it can get wedged into the side of my sweaty neck and long hair but that’s no place to be for a man deprived of oxygen right now.
I watch his big chest rise and fall horizontally and his belly suck in and out as his body pleads for air before he collapses on top of me causing the mattress to bounce.
He slowly rolls to the side of me and puts his hands behind his head still trying to catch his breath, as I do the same.
Finally after all these years we’re on the same page…exactly the same.
“That was…in-cred-i-ble,” I say, pronouncing out each syllable.
“You’re fucking incredible,” he says in-between breaths. “I’d kiss you right now, but I need to keep my mouth open to get air. You literally took my breath away.”
“And you mine.”
“If this was one of those romantic tragedies of years ago, some Shakespeare thing, I’d hold my breath and die right now the happiest man on the planet.”
“Don’t do that!” I say rolling to face him.
“Are you kidding me? I’m going to spend the rest of my life trying to top this moment, not just for me, but for you. We may never do it but we’re damn sure going to have fun trying.”
“Yes we will,” I say.
“And we’re going to make a big ol’ family in the process.”
“That too,” I say.
“Because we may be two now, but after what just happened…the way our bodies just connected and became one…I know we’re gonna be three really really soon.”
I take his hand and put it on my belly.
“Rub it for good luck.”
“I’ll rub it, but I don’t need good luck…not when I’ve got you.”
He rubs my stomach and he rolls over to me and we kiss softly. It’s the romantic calm after the feral storm and the night is still young.
We may be surrounded by coyotes and other wild predators but the most dangerous and most feral of them all is right next to me, and I know this one is looking forward to a nocturnal hunt that lasts until sunrise…and beyond.
CHAPTER 10
Paisley
One week later
After that night at Vasquez Rocks, Lucas and I are inseparable. We go everywhere together and do everything together.
We’re settling cases left and right, making money together by day, and doing our best to make a baby by night.
For all we know I’m already pregnant, but it’s still too early to take a test although I feel something inside me that I’ve never felt before.
But it might not be a baby. It might just be true love.
The way I love him and the way he loves me back gives me butterflies. We’re zooming around Los Angeles by night in his fancy Porsche, having fancy dinner only to rush home for our own special kind of dessert.
The only thing I’m missing is the glass of wine with my meal, which he refuses to let me even sip as he’s positive I’m already pregnant. But he reminds me we’re in this and everything, together as he orders sparkling water or other non-alcoholic beverages with his meal too. He’s not drinking any alcohol if I’m not, plus we’re not big drinkers in the first place so it doesn’t feel like we’re missing out on much anyways.
But a nice glass of wine with the sunset would be nice, although I’d never trade it for the feeling of cuddling up in his arms and watching the sunset that way. I’m drunk on this crazy little thing called love and I can’t wait until tonight when he surprises me again. After taking me to a new place every single night I start to wonder when he’s going to run out of ideas, but he tells me he’s got enough to last a lifetime…plus with me by his side he’s getting more work done and making more money so the world is our oyster. If we keep going at this right we can franchise the name, Lovers Legal, and collect the fees while we take our soon to be family around the world experiencing the best of everything.
Lovers Legal is the perfect name for a family law office and our story, although not planned, is the perfect sales pitch. While most couples that need legal advice go from love to not being so much in love, we went from enemies to lovers. And that’s a big part of our business. We want to include more counseling for couples in
the hopes that they don’t use our services. Yes, really. We’d rather turn away some business at this point and see the world as a happier place.
And that’s a big admission that Lucas made to me. He was never really sure how to process romantic thoughts as his parents split up when he was young and then he became a divorce attorney, more or less. He saw a lot of the negative sides of romance and he thinks that’s what resorted to him teasing me for so long, even as a child.
This is L.A., and it is fashionable to have a therapist, but that’s the last thing on our minds. We just talked through some of our “ah-ha” moments in order to better understand the crazy way that lead us from enemies, although not really, to friends, and then quickly to lovers. I guess enemies to lovers isn’t just some romance troupe…it’s real. We’re living proof.
But when I get a call from the front desk telling me a Paul Parsons is downstairs I know I’m going to soon need another kind of proof.
That this is all real. If that’s what Paul is here for.
A few minutes later he’s of out the elevator and entering our offices.
“Paul,” I say as I stand to greet him.
“Hey sis. Is Lucas around?”
“He went to go meet with a client real quick. He’s just across the street if it’s urgent.”
“I was hoping to speak with you actually,” he says and I feel a lump in my throat. Paul knows me too well and he must have sensed something was up. “Know when he’ll be back?”
“Maybe about a half an hour or so?”
“That’s plenty of time. I only need five minutes.”
I look at him and he looks at me, then it hits me I haven’t offered him a seat.
“Sorry, would you like to sit down?”
“If it took you that long to even think that thought then you’re already further along than I thought.”
“Further along?”
“You’re head is in the clouds. I’ve sensed it this past week. And when I speak with Lucas it’s the same. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what’s going on here.”
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