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“Good. I want you to feel good. Wish I could take away all that hurts you, too, but this will do for now.”
And before I have the time to process what she’s telling me, make sense of it, she swallows me again, so deep there’s no way to stop the orgasm from slamming into me. I can’t even warn her as my balls lift and my dick jerks, pouring my cum into her mouth. I cry out, the first wave tearing through me like a gale, my whole body shaking with the goddamn force of it.
The second wave hits, wrenching a moan from deep inside me, the pleasure rolling me under, darkening my vision. I’m vaguely aware the heat around my cock vanishes, the cool air almost too much. Something warm closes around the base, though, and it’s enough to make me jerk again and splash another load of jizz on my chest.
I blink up at her dizzily. She’s wiping a trail of cum running down her chin. Shit. I lift my hand to cup her cheek, but before I ask if she’s okay, she smiles again.
God, that smile will be my undoing.
“Gimme a minute,” I mutter, trying to catch my breath, and fumble by the side of the sofa for my already dirty T-shirt to wipe my chest clean. “Then I’ll take care of you.”
“’S okay,” she whispers and retrieves the T-shirt for me, licks her lips as I swipe at the mess. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I freeze, soiled T-shirt bunched up in my fist, my brain hearing something else, something she hasn’t said or meant.
Christ.
I force myself to finish what I’m doing, break through my daze. Of course she’s not staying. She’s only talking about today.
When will I fucking learn?
***
She pulls me out of the apartment before I have a chance to make good on my promise. A promise I was looking forward to fulfilling—because, damn, the girl is driving me nuts. Her scent, her taste, her eyes, her mouth, her body, it all speaks to me, turns me on like nothing else.
But she wants to walk outside, she says, chattering about the sunlight and the fact it’s a Sunday, and although my knee aches, I grab my jacket and my walking stick, and follow her.
’Cuz that’s another thing I promised: to show her what it’s like when two people wanna be together.
So I lie when she asks if I’m okay, if my leg hurts. The handle of my stick clutched in one hand, I slip an arm around her slim waist. I gather her close as we cross the street and a cold breeze hits us. We’re not dressed for the cold spell, my jacket and her coat light, but with her face turned to the sun, she doesn’t seem to care.
I don’t, either. She’d have proposed we go swim with piranhas, or go rock climbing with our hands tied, and I’d still go.
Yeah, I know. Bad idea, this whole thing, and getting worse by the minute.
And no, I don’t wanna fucking talk about it. This is more than I’ve ever dared imagine I could have with her. I’ll take it. Ignore the alarms echoing in my skull. Ignore everything but the feel of her in my arms.
She pulls me to an ice cream stand, we get our cones, and we continue walking.
“Chocolate mint,” I say, staring as she licks the green scoop like she did my dick earlier this morning, and damn if I’m not hard again. “Noted.”
“And salty caramel and mango for you.” She winks at me with those cool eyes of hers, greener than the ice cream she’s making love to. “Noted, too.”
“This what you like doing on Sundays?”
“Used to. With my parents, then my dad only, when my mom split.”
“Oh. So why are we doing it?”
She shrugs, smiles. “To redo the memory?”
“That makes sense.” I smile back.
“I like you, Seth,” she says, and I won’t read anything into her words. Anything at all.
My mouth is numb from the ice cream, my legs frozen through my thin pants, but I’m still smiling as we walk into a small park and sit on a bench.
I prop the walking stick beside me. The sunlight is weak, but it still feels good on my face. With my belly full, and my girl at my side, I’ve got all I need.
