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“Ah, this is quite the life.” I sip my lemonade and notice him watching me.
“So what brings you alone to the resort? If I can ask.”
“Well,” I take a deep breath, “Short version is that my fiancé dumped me the second he found out I was pregnant, with his child.”
Joe’s eyes bug out when he grasps what I told him, but he’s respectful enough to not respond. “And the long version is that I bid on a week stay here last Christmas. A friend of mine in New York was auctioning off the cabin as a fundraiser. I thought it would make a great honeymoon or wedding spot.”
My rocking chair creaks against the wood planks as I rock, sipping my lemonade, watching the sun fade over the horizon.
“He left back in February. I had been living the van life for the past couple of years, blogging about life on the road, and met him at a national park. Somehow, he started living in the van with me, and marriage seemed like the right thing to do. Anyway, I’m done now. I realize it was a relationship of comfort, convenience maybe, but not love. Tomorrow I’ll clean out my van and sell it, and when the trip is over I’m headed back to New York to figure out my next move.”
“I’ll be headed back to New York too.”
“City? Really? Small world.”
Rocking on the porch like a couple of old folks, sipping lemonade, we watch the moon rise and the stars twinkle, talking late into the night about our lives.
Joe has spent the past year in the U.K. Doing biomedical research at the university of Nottingham and is also at a crossroads in his life.
“I’m not quite ready to trade in the English countryside for Central Park and skyscrapers.”
My stomach growls, a loud response sending us both into a fit of giggles.
Joe pulls me up from the rocking chair. “Come, let’s find some food.”
“I have a cooler with stuff in my room.”
“Great,” Joe opens the screen door and follows me inside where I lay a smorgasbord of chopped fruit, popcorn, cotton candy, and other odds and ends on the coffee table.
“Not exactly healthy, but we missed dinner.”
“I’m just happy to be here with you.” Joe pops a grape into his mouth and then one into mine. My appetite dissipates as fast as it appeared when he does that, replacing hunger with heat, and an intense need to be desired and touched. By him.
We eat a few more grapes and bites of pineapple, eyeing each other until I can’t take it anymore.
Tentatively, I reach out and stroke my fingers across his chest, eyeing the bulge in his shorts as it shifts in response.
“Joe,” I caution, locking eyes with him, “Why are you here, with me, instead of meeting someone else, someone untethered?”
“Isn’t it obvious Mady?” Joe runs his fingers through my hair, his fingertips grazing the skin on my shoulders sending a shockwave down to my core. “I’m looking for something real, not convenient, or easy. No one has made me laugh, or enjoy life, as much as you have. There’s no place I’d rather be. And as far as this,” Joe’s hand cups the side of my belly, “it’s part of what makes you, you. No real man would deny you affections because of it.”
I don’t know what it all means, but if he’s willing to be with me, that’s a good thing because damn, I need it.
Not wasting another moment, I grab his belt and pull him toward me, kissing him as my hand strokes the outside of his bulge. Joe groans, his lips pressing down hard on mine, kissing me with fervor as he kicks off his cleats, and I unbuckle his shorts.
Pushing him gently back in the bed, I drop to my knees between his legs and bite my bottom lip as I admire his manhood. Long and thick his cock does him justice as I suspected based on his large hands.
“Mady,” he groans my name.
“Yes,” I grin in response, lick my lips, swirl my tongue over his tip, and take him fully in my mouth until my tongue reaches that sensitive spot at his base.
“Oh yes, Mady,” he flexes his hips, angling them up as I grip his thighs and increase my speed, sucking him and teasing him with my tongue.
Forgive me, but I love sucking on a man’s cock. I love the power I have to give them pleasure and feel them come apart. The look in their hooded eyes as they experience that moment of release is the biggest aphrodisiac.
“Mady, I’m coming.” Joe’s husky voice urges me to stop and climb on top of him.
“Mm mm.” I mumble, tightening my lips around my teeth, and increasing my speed until his legs twitch and his cock lengths pressing the back of my throat. Within seconds, he’s shooting ropes of cum down my throat and I’m resisting the urge to gag. That’s the part I don’t like about giving head. But it’s so worth it.
