As I curled up under the covers, with tears pouring down my face, I decided that it was time to leave the small town one more time. I was going to New York to tell him. The more I thought about his reaction, the more I cried. He needed to know. When I got back, I would tell my mom and the kids. I didn't regret being pregnant. It shocked me how excited I was when I saw that little one on the screen and heard the heartbeat. I wouldn't change it for anything. It was going to be a busy winter, but I was ready. I just needed some sleep first.
When I finally stopped crying long enough to close my eyes, I heard a noise outside. Was it raining, I wondered? It wasn't supposed to. I heard the noise against my window a second time, and it made me smile. That was how it sounded when Z used to throw rocks at my window to get me to come out at night. I did the same thing to him. Everything was going to be okay. I was sure of it. The noise came a third time, and I got up in my bed to pull the shade to the side. I looked down at the ground and realized I really was sleep deprived. It looked like Zander was standing below the window. So many memories came flooding into my mind. I missed him so damn bad. When I closed my eyes, shook my head, and looked again, he was still there. He was looking up at me with the biggest smile on his face. I wiped my hands across my face, and he motioned for me to come down. Oh shit, I thought. He really was there. I had on shorts and a t-shirt, but I didn't care. There was no way I waiting. What if it wasn't a dream, I wondered? What if he was really there?
I slipped on my flip-flops and took off out the door. He was standing under my window, looking over at me with a smile so wide on his face. He walked over to me with his arms open wide. As soon as the warmth of his chest covered me, I felt even more emotions fly to the surface.
"You're with some else," was all I could say.
"No," he said. "I'm not. My housekeeper answered my phone. I'm so sorry. I was already on the way out the door and was too afraid to call you back. Close your eyes."
"What?" I asked confused.
"Close them," he said sternly.
I closed my eyes, and he slipped something soft over my eyes so I couldn't see.
"There's something I need to tell you, Z," I said.
"Not until I'm done," he said.
He took my hand and began to walk. I knew he was going back to our spot in the woods. It was the only place we went when we needed to talk. Neither of us said a word. The closer we got, the more I worried that he would reject us. In all of the years he was gone, there was one thing I dreamt of doing. Even when we were together on his visit, I still hadn't done it. There was one thing I hadn't experienced with him, and I was going to do it before he walked back out of my life.
When he stopped walking, I could feel the breeze from the trees around us and knew we were there. I had memorized every sound over the years.
"Livie," he said, as he held my shoulders in his hands and turned me to face him.
"Stop," I said. "There is one thing I've never done and have dreamt of since before prom night. Before either of us says anything, I need to do it. After I tell you what I have to say, I'm not sure what's going to happen. Let me have this."
"Okay," he whispered.
I dropped down on my knees in front of him unable to see a thing. It was more exciting that way. I ran my hands up his jean covered legs and stopped at the button on his pants. Quietly, I undid the button and slowly pulled the zipper down. I grabbed the waist of his pants and slid them down his legs with his boxers. My hands ran back up his bare legs to his thighs. I moved closer and slowly moved my hands up. When I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and moved up his shaft, his breath caught and his legs tightened. My other hand came over and fondled his balls. I got up on my knees and leaned in. My tongue darted out and licked across his tip. The taste of the drip that had formed on it tasted salty and manly. I wanted to see his shaft in my hand, but tasting and touching him without sight was so damn erotic. I could feel every little change in the soft skin that surrounded him. He tasted better than I ever imagined. My tongue licked around the head and down his shaft to the base. Then I softly licked the entire way back up.
"Livie," he whispered.
"I've never tasted you, Z," I said, as I tilted my head up at him. "I need this more than you will ever know. It's the one thing I didn't get on prom night. I've thought about what you would taste like. I've dreamt about what it would be like to have you in my mouth. I need this, Z. I want to taste every inch of you."
I had never expressed my thoughts in words when it came to anything sexual. My mom always made it seem like adults didn't speak that way. The more I thought about what it would be like to please him with my mouth, the more aroused I became. I knew my panties were soaked. He wasn't even touching me, and I was ready to come. In my heart, I knew it could possibly be the last time I would be with him. The words just flew from my mouth, and I wasn't going to hold back. Not with Z. I wanted to have every bit of him that night.
I stroked his hard cock in my hand, as I moved my tongue around the tip. My mouth opened slowly to cover him. When I began to slide him into my mouth, I heard him moan. It was so damn hot. I had to clench my thighs together to stop myself from coming. I slid him all the way into my mouth, until I felt him tap against the back of my throat. When I sucked hard around him and took him back out to the tip, he wrapped his hand in the back of my hair, and pulled so my face was up toward him. I didn't let him out of mouth. It wasn't happening.
"You're fucking beautiful," he said in a rough tone. "Do you know that?"
I just sat still, with his cock in my mouth.
"What are you doing to me? Seeing you on your knees, blindfolded, with your sweet mouth wrapped around my dick is the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life, baby. The thought of coming in that smart mouth with my cum running down your throat has me ready to explode. I need you to get up, Livie. It's not what I brought you back here for. As much as I'm fighting myself right now, we need to talk."
I shook my head and held the head of his cock at my lips.
"Please," I said. "I've wanted to do this for so long. You have no idea how many times I've dreamt of having you in my mouth. I've never done this. It's better than any dream I've ever had. Please give me this. I want to pleasure you, Z. I want to taste you. I want to feel you deep in my throat, and I want to taste every bit of what you have to offer. Don't hold back. I want it all. I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life. Can you give me that?"
I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. It must have been just as shocking to him. He stood for a moment silent. The feeling of his fingers against my scalp with my hair wrapped around his hand was intense. He had the control. I wanted him to have it. I kept my face up toward him, but the tip of my tongue darted out to taste him.
"Please," I whimpered. "I want this."
"Fuck," he whispered.
I felt his hand loosen a little.
"Thank you," I whispered as I wrapped my mouth around him again.
"Livie," he moaned, as he began to guide me up and down his cock.
I wanted so badly to slip my other hand into my panties, but I knew I would come instantly. Being on my knees, with my eyes covered, in front of him was such an intense moment. I tightened the hold my mouth had on his cock and began sucking hard as he filled my mouth completely. He continued guiding me with his hand. The harder I sucked, the tighter the muscles in his legs became. I put my hands on the backs of his thighs to hold him as he rocked in and out of my mouth. His hips began moving faster, and I began sucking and licking him. My grip on the backs of his legs tightened even more. I felt the tips of my fingers digging into his skin. He tightened his grip in my hair and rocked deeper into my mouth.
"Fucking amazing, baby," he moaned. "It feels so damn good."
He held my head tight and thrust into my mouth. I moaned around his cock, and that was it. He held me against him and roared into the air as he filled my mouth. I felt his legs tighten with each jolt of cum he shot into my t
hroat. When I had swallowed every last drop he had given me, I pulled him from my mouth and licked every tiny bit that was left behind.
"Livie," he whispered.
His hands were under my arms, and he lifted me to my feet. I heard some noises and thought he was pulling his pants back in place. He turned me around to face the opposite way. When his hand wrapped in my hair and pulled my neck back, it was my turn to have my breath catch. His soft, warm lips were next to my ear. I felt a surge of warmth run through my body when his lips made contact with my neck.
"That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life, baby," he whispered. "Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you?"
When I didn't answer, he tugged my hair.
"No," I whispered.
He continued placing soft kisses along my neck as he spoke.
"I'm going to taste every inch of your beautiful, soft skin. You're going to stand before me naked and waiting. I'm going to lick your pussy. Then, I'm going to fuck you with my fingers until you scream my name."
I moaned into the air and felt my body shake. My thighs clenched together, and his knee went between my legs from behind me.
"Spread your legs, Livie," he commanded into my ear.
I clenched around his knee, then slowly opened them just as he had asked. That was a side I had never seen in him, not like that. He had me weak in the knees. I felt like my legs were going to give out beneath me. My skin was so sensitive. I felt like every nerve in my body was on high alert. What the hell was he doing to me, I wondered?
He let go of my hair and put his hands under the hem of my shirt.
"Arms in the air," he said.
The tone in his voice was so damn hot. It was rough and manly. He was right behind me. I could feel his chest against my back. I lifted my arms, and he pulled my t-shirt up and over my head.
"Leave them up there," he said.
The cool air blew across my nipples, and I shook. His fingers slowly moved down my arms. My head fell back against his shoulder. One of his hands moved around my body and covered my breast while the other took my chin and turned my head toward his. His mouth covered mine just as his fingers took my nipple between them and rolled it. I moaned into his mouth. He continued kissing me as his free hand traveled to my other breast. He held them both in his hands and pulled me back against him. He rolled the other nipple between his fingers, as one hand went down into the waist of shorts. He cupped my mound through the thin material and pulled me back against him. His hard cock pushed against my lower back, and I moaned again.
"Z," I whispered into his mouth.
"Yes, baby," he said.
I moaned again. He teased my lip with his tongue.
"Should I make you come like this first?" he asked, and I nodded.
He slid his hand beneath the material of my panties.
"Spread your legs, baby," he whispered.
I did as he said. With my body hard against his and his mouth on mine, I was already barely holding back from the explosion that was right there and ready. He took my bottom lip between his teeth and pulled at the same time that pinched my nipple and thrust his finger into my pussy. I felt like I had no control over my body. He held me against him with his arms, as he continued to fuck me with his finger. My eyes closed and my head leaned back into his shoulder. I let my arms fall back around his neck and was happy he didn't object. My back arched, pushing my breast into his hand. His mouth bit down on my shoulder, and he added a second finger below. As soon as the pressure of his teeth on my neck deepened, my body shook. I felt my pussy tighten around his fingers, and I cried out his name. He held me against him with the arm that was across my chest and continued taking his fingers out and back in. My legs felt like rubber. He took his fingers out of me and lifted them to his mouth. I heard him suck.
"So damn good," he whispered into my ear.
Z turned my body in his arms and held me while he moved.
"On the blanket on your back," he said sternly.
I did as he requested. If I was getting more of what I had just gotten, I would've done anything he said. That man's hands and mouth were extremely talented. I felt him above me. His hands moved my shorts and panties down and off my body. I heard a low growl leave his chest. He put my knees up and spread my legs with his hands. The moment his tongue touched me, I thrust my hips up. He grabbed my ass and lifted it off the ground. His tongue entered me and I felt my body move beneath him. Moan after moan left my lips. His thumb went to my clit and circled it. I had the blanket clenched so tight in my hand that I couldn't feel anything. My other hand was in his hair holding him against me. Everything was black behind the blindfold. Each lick and touch felt so intense. He thrust his tongue in deep and increased the pressure on my clit. I couldn't take it anymore. When he thrust his tongue in even deeper, I screamed his name into the air and held his head tight as I came around his tongue. My breathing was so deep. I swear it was like a firework show went off in my head. There were sparks and blasts of color everywhere. I knew it wasn't real. The blindfold was blocking everything out. Every part of my body felt sensitive. My breathing finally slowed. Zander pulled back from me. His warmth was gone. Where was he, I wondered? Then I heard the sound of a package ripping. In my mind, I couldn't help but laugh, but I wasn't saying anything to ruin the moment. It was a moment I would never forget.
His body moved up mine. I could feel his hands next to my head on each side. His knee went between my legs and nudged them apart. His mouth came down on mine hard and with feeling. He took my hands in his and held them next to my head. I felt him at my entrance and thrust my hips to get him to move. He let out a laugh into my mouth.
"Patience, baby," he whispered. "I'm going to fuck you."
"Zander," I whimpered.
"Yes," he said.
"Please," I begged. "I need you."
"You need me to what?" he asked.
He wanted to hear me say it. I would have given him anything he wanted at that moment.
"I need you more than I've ever needed anything. I need you to fuck me, Z," I said.
He thrust into me without warning. I cried out his name and lifted my hips to meet his. His body hovered over mine. I could feel the heat flowing from him. My heart was racing. My eyes were covered and my hands were being held above my head in his. With each thrust, my body moved upward. He was reaching so damn deep inside of me. Every tiny sound in the woods seemed like it was ten times louder than usual. The smell of whatever he was wearing was so strong. I loved that smell. It was one of the things I missed. He had smelled the same since high school. It was familiar. I had to touch him. I needed to feel his skin.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and enjoyed the feel of his skin against me. I pulled my feet in to pull him closer to me. He moaned my name as he plunged into me over and over. It was like neither of us could get enough of the other. He covered my mouth with his, and I pulled his lip between my teeth causing him to hiss. I pulled at my hands, but he held them tight.
"Watch yourself," he said, as he pulled back from our kiss. "It won't take much for me to spank your ass. You've deserved it for a long time now."
"Z," I cried out.
"Yes, baby," he said.
I could hear the smirk in his words.
"I need to touch you. Please let me touch you."
"I want you to remember who makes you feel this way, Livie. Nobody will ever make you feel the way I can. I want you to think about me when you touch yourself. It will be my hands touching you and giving you pleasure. Do you hear me? I want it to be my cock you think about sucking. I want you to see my tongue licking and sucking your pussy. I want you to feel me tomorrow when you're at the bakery. When you get home tomorrow night, I want you to need me. I always want it to be me that you see in your dreams."
"Fuck," I whispered. "Let me touch you. I want to feel your skin, baby. I can't wait. I need to know this is real. It's not a dream."
He let go of my hands, and I wrapped my arms around
his neck and pulled him closer to me. My hands gripped his back.
"Fuck me hard, Z," I begged.
He let out a growl as he pounded into me. I loved feeling the muscles in his back move as he fucked me. I kept my legs around him and met him thrust for thrust.
"Give me everything you have, Z," I said, as I ran my fingers through his hair before going back to hugging him. "Don't hold back. I never want to forget this moment with you."
He reached around my head and pulled the blindfold from my eyes. I blinked a few times and moved to look to the side, but Zander took my chin in his hand and looked into my eyes.
"Right here," he said. "I want you looking at me. I need to see those beautiful eyes when you come undone beneath me. Don't look away from me, baby."
I nodded and kept my connection with his eyes. They were a darker shade than usual. I'd missed seeing his face so badly.
"I've missed you," I said.
"I missed you too," he said. "It feels so damn good to be buried deep inside of you. I could have you every day and never get enough. You are so beautiful."
I took his cheeks in my hands and kissed him hard.
"Fuck me, Z," was all I said.
My hands went to his back. I held him as close as I could. When he kissed me, if felt like he was trying to tell me something. My nerves were firing off. I thrust my hips forward to take him even deeper. His hands were above my head as he pumped into me hard and deep. I grabbed onto his back and felt my nails dig into his skin. I couldn't get close enough to him. It was taking everything I had not to let my emotions get away from he. He pounded into me. My moans mixed with his name as it all slid from my lips. Our eyes never looked away from each other. We were connected on a whole different level. He pumped into me so damn hard it hurt. The next time he thrust into me, he bit into my neck and I screamed his name over and over. He followed right behind me. Our orgasms seemed to go on forever.
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