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“Don’t be silly, helicopter dad. I’m not made of fine china. I don’t break that easily,” she says, encapsulating my body to hers with a rogue left leg that has escaped the sheets, then looks for my lips, and my world fades to black.
My stomach churns like a swarm of frenzied butterflies on crack as Tony's lips press against mine. It's an electric shockwave that pulses through my body, igniting every nerve and leaving me trembling for more. Our breaths collide, and it's like a jolt of electricity surging through my body, a currentthat ignites every nerve ending. Our breathing falters, coming together in a synchronized dance, a primal rhythm fueled by raw desire and insatiable need, a desperate and passionate dance of primal desire that sets me ablaze.
I can feel the clammy warmth of Tony's skin against mine, which my oversized T-shirt doesn't cover, a delicious contrast to the crisp winter air surrounding us. Her hands wander, exploring the contours of my back, tracing invisible patterns that send shivers cascading down my spine. It's as if her touch has the power to resurrect dormant sensations within me, awakening a hunger I had so long stashed away.
I came in to tell her that we needed to get ready to leave for our date, but what she is doing now has taken my breath away, leaving me powerless. She is undressing me, and every part of my brain is screaming, "Dangerous territory, dangerous territory," like a cuckoo clock, but my body is saying something else. My pulse is running high, and my dick is begging for contact . . . contact with anything warm and sweet and moist.
I reach down and feel her pussy, to see if she wants me half as much as I want her . . .ohhhhyes. She is dripping liquid gold for me.
I hear her moan softly as I explore her wetness with my fingers, and it only spurs me on. I want to taste her, to feel her squirm beneath me as I bring her to the brink of ecstasy.
Her moans become louder as I continue to caress her, and I can feel my own desire growing with each passing moment. This is dangerous territory, dear Lord. How does a man pull back from this and survive? I know we shouldn't be doing this, not right now. We have a date to go on, and if we give in to our desires, it could complicate things.
Maybe a cold shower could help, but then she grabs my hand and guides it towards her mouth, sucking on my fingers sensually before whispering in my ear, "Please, Liam, I needyou," and just like that, all rational thought goes out the window. The only thing that matters now is giving her the pleasure she craves.
I lower myself between her legs and start to kiss and lick at her inner thighs, gradually making my way towards her dripping pussy.
She arches her back and lets out a loud moan as my tongue makes contact with her clit. I eagerly lap up her juices as she writhes beneath me, lost in the throes of passion.
I lose track of time as I devour her hungrily, bringing her closer and closer to the edge with each passing moment, my face buried in her wetness. She moans and writhes beneath me, her hands tangling in my hair as I bring her closer and closer to Nirvana.
Her body tenses and arches as I increase the pressure, my tongue flicking open her feminine folds, the tip of my tongue writing my name on her clit as she begs me for more.
“Now, darling, now. Enter me now before I die. I need you now,” she begs, and I oblige.
I can feel her muscles clenching around me, her breath coming in short gasps. I waited too long; she can’t hold on any longer. I must give this one to her. It will be my gift for what she is offering to give me by going back to Miami to set me free. With one dedicated thrust aimed at giving maximum pleasure, she cries out my name, and her body convulses in unquantifiable pleasure.
I hold her close as she rides out her orgasm, her fingers still entwined in my hair. The scent of her fills my senses, and I feela sense of contentment wash over me. She is my everything—my world.
As her body comes back to room temperature, she pulls me up to kiss me deeply, her lips tasting of salt and sweetness. I can feel my own desire rising again, but I want to focus on her pleasure first. I move down her body, kissing and licking her skin, pausing to pay special homage to her breasts and nipples.
Her hands roam over my body, guiding me to where she wants me, and as I fuck her gently with my tongue, she whispers words of love and desire meant just for me, her hips moving in perfect rhythm with my actions.
The minute I sense that she is ready, I climb onto her and position myself above her entry, and she rises to welcome me home. We lose ourselves in each other, consumed by the fire of our passion, and in that moment, nothing else matters but the two of us, lost in each other's embrace.
When she finally reaches her second climax with a scream of pleasure, she pushes me off the cliff, and I am falling . . . falling and exploding into a trillion starbursts.
After a while, we both come down from our high, reality crashing down on us. We have a date to go on to, and we need to get ready now.
We take a quick shower, then leave for our date, both of us feeling a mix of excitement and sadness. After tomorrow, it will be a while before we can be together again. I say we live the next few hours like it was 1999.
We are at the rink. As we make our way to the theater where the ice skating show is being held, Tony keeps looking up at mewith adoration in her eyes. It's like she still can't believe that I arranged all of this for her.
"It really means a lot to me," she says softly, squeezing my hand.
"I just wanted to make you happy," I reply with a smile.
"Well, mission accomplished," she says with a giggle. "You always know how to make me happy."
We arrive at the theater and find our seats just in time for the show to begin. The lights dim, and soft music starts playing as graceful figure skaters glide across the ice, performing stunning routines that leave us both breathless.
As we watch, Tony snuggles closer into my side, her head resting on my shoulder. I wrap my arm around her and drop a kiss on top of her head, getting lost for a minute in the heady scent of her ocean breeze and sea salt shampoo and conditioner.
"I still remember your performance on the ice rink when you were representing our school in the quarter-finals, when you had to sit out the final competition because you fell and broke your wrist. You were as graceful and captivating as these dancers," I whisper into her ear as we watch the performance. She blushes, smiling shyly before saying,
“I remember like it was yesterday. I lost my balance when I caught sight of you.”
“Tony . . .” I cry, nursing a terrible pain at the base of my stomach as if Oppenheimer has released an atomic bomb in my core. “What an awful thing to say.”
