I knew the risk, knew that it could all blow up in my face, but I’d dreamed nonetheless, and one of those dreams was that he’d remember that some part of him, although he was being led, would remember everything about our first time together. Now that dream has been dashed and the only thing keeping me from imploding after such a great letdown is the knowledge that it doesn’t end there. That there will be many more nights like that to come.
I won’t look ahead now to when all is revealed. I’ll just take these next few months or weeks, or however long it takes, and if I must, I’ll live off the memories for the rest of my life once all is said and done. Nicholas has been proving to be just as stubborn now as he ever was. Maybe I should see this as a challenge to overcome and not worry so much. But there’s a lot at stake, with me being the biggest loser if all does not go well in the end.
Coming onto evening, just shy of dinnertime, I grew restless, and the thought of a nice walk in the garden seemed rather appealing. I’d spent lots of time there in the year or so since I’ve been here. It had once been one of my aunt’s favorite places, hers and Uncle Hal’s. Her spirit had led me there many an evening, and it’s where I found the most solace.
I inhaled the sweet scent of jasmine coming from the beautiful blooms, and my eyes enjoyed the varying colors in exotic flora as hummingbirds, bees and butterflies flitted from one succulent blossom to the next. Already I felt light, as if the worries that had been holding me captive all day no longer existed.
A gust of wind kicked up just as the sun gave way to the moon on the horizon bringing with it the smell of a lit cigar and the vintage scent my aunt was so fond of. I felt my limbs grow heavy as I approached my favorite spot and barely reached the chaise lounge that was quite hidden by the hanging Spanish moss in time to drop down before my legs gave out.
I fought to hold on, to stay awake and aware, but it was no use. The last thing I heard before slipping into the ethereal was his breathing and the sound of his footfall on the soft, plush grass as he made his way towards me, and my body grew wet and hot in preparation.
NICK
My feet seemed to pick up speed with a direction of their own. There was a tantalizing scent in the air, teasing my senses and drawing me deeper into the garden and closer to the large oak tree that was covered in years of Spanish moss, so old and long in some places it reached the ground.
I thought I saw something through the whispery tendrils, something or someone, but before I could call out, my head grew light, and a sudden warmth enveloped me. I felt as if I were floating, my feet not touching the ground before everything went dark.
She was there, lying on the chaise beneath the tree, looking mysterious and smelling of sin. “What’re you doing here?” I knew it was a dream, even my voice sounded different, and I felt relaxed in her presence and not at all like I usually do when facing her. My feet carried me right up to the chair where she lay, and before I could say another word, one of her slender hands came up to fondle my cock, which jumped beneath her firm touch.
My body went up in flames as liquid heat coursed through my veins, making it hard to pull away, to resist her touch. My body gave a start when she tugged on the drawstring of my lounging pants, releasing my cock from its confines. I looked on in mesmerized fascination as she opened her mouth and her facile tongue licked across the engorged head of my cock, once, twice, three times, before she opened wide and sucked me in as far she could.
She got about five inches before she gagged, and I groaned in complete surrender when instead of pulling off, she took my cock in hand and fed it to her face. “What a greedy little bitch.” She grinned playfully around my cock, and I threw my head back, reveling in the sensation it caused. With my eyes closed, everything became heightened, the feelings more raw. And when I snapped my eyes open, that light was there surrounding her again.
I pushed my hips slowly back and forth, face fucking her with all the control I could muster, which wasn’t much until she took my balls in her soft hand and massaged slowly. “Stop, you’re gonna make me cum in your mouth.” For some reason, I had the insane urge to bury my cock deep inside her to plant my seed where it would do the most good.