Arms of an Artist Part 12


Part 12



I awoke slowly, my body still humming from our lovemaking last night, and I automatically reached for Zan, only to feel the cold, empty bed.

I knew if I opened my eyes I’d see my childhood room and no Zan next to me.

If we were at home right now, his strong arms would be wrapped around me and I’d be cradled against his naked chest. And I’d take advantage of the situation, kissing his chest and neck, loving to wake him up that way.

If he didn’t wake after a few moments, I’d slide my leg over his body, and settle over him, straddling him as I continued my assault on his beautiful body. I never got enough of him.

I’d kiss and lick his pecs, using my teeth to gently tease his skin. I’d caress him with my hands as I moved down his body, kissing his chest and stomach. My center would press against his already hard length, making me shiver all over with the desire to have him inside.

With a growl, Zan would wake up, looking completely sexy and sleepy as his arms wrapped around me. He’d kiss me as he slid into me and we’d move together until we both came to a very satisfying end.

A perfect morning.

But with Zan in another room, it was impossible this morning.

Opening my eyes, I did see the empty bed as I expected but my eyes focused on my outstretched arm and the ring on my finger.

I smiled. It was real. I hadn’t dreamed it. Zan and I were really engaged.

Bringing it closer, I was able to study it more carefully than I had last night.

There were two platinum lines that made up the main part of the ring, crossing and twining together, and on each end they became the tines that held the diamond. I caressed the clear stone, watching it twinkle in the light, so touched that Zan had given me the one that meant so much to him. And for the first time I noticed the smaller diamonds set in the ring, three on each side of the main stone, six total, representing our six-month anniversary, I was sure.

Last night had been so wonderful. We’d made love again and again, kissing, caressing, each touch seeming so special. And in between we’d talked softly, making plans for our future together. It seemed like no time had passed at all, and it was over way too quickly.

It was after two AM when we’d finally gotten out of bed and dressed to return. I’d hated to come home and be parted from Zan. Reluctantly I went alone into my childhood bed instead of being held in his strong arms and feeling the familiar warmth of his body surrounding me. But I knew our engagement wouldn’t be easy for my parents to accept, so I agreed that we should still play by their rules.

Coming back to the present, I looked at the clock next to the bed and groaned. It was nine and I wanted to try to catch Zan before he went down to breakfast, if he hadn’t already.

With everything that had happened, I’d almost forgotten it was Thanksgiving, the day that families came together to give thanks for what they had. I had a lot to be thankful for, I just didn’t think my parents would see it that way.

I quickly showered and was just pulling my shirt over my head, when my door opened, and Zan came in.

With a huge smile, I threw myself into his arms, hugging him tightly. “Zan, I missed you so much last night,” I said, breathing in his familiar scent.

His arms closed around me. “I missed you too, angel,” he said softly, kissing my head. “I wanted so much to hold you all night and wake up beside you.”

I pulled back enough to look into his eyes. “Me too. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He smiled and I stood up on tiptoes and kissed him.

He caressed my cheek. “After we get home, we won’t have to spend another night apart.”

“I like the sound of that,” I said with a smile.

“But first…,” he started.

I nodded, “We have to tell my parents.”

He took my hand, kissing it next to the ring he’d put there. “The first step in our life together.”

Still clasping hands, we left my room and went down the stairs to face my parents.

They were sitting in the kitchen with cups of coffee when we entered.

“You were out so late,” my mom said, “we didn’t want to wake you.”

My dad motioned to the counter, “We finished breakfast, but there’s fresh fruit and coffee cake.”

I was nervous but excited. “Um, Mom, Dad, we have something to tell you.”

They looked at me expectantly as I continued. “Last night,” I said, “Zan asked me to marry him.” I held out my hand with the ring for them to see.

“You’re engaged?” my Dad asked, looking horrified.

My Mom covered her mouth with her hand. “Liz, you’re pregnant, aren’t you?”

“Oh Lizzie,” my Dad said, the disappointment obvious in his tone. “Just because you’re pregnant doesn’t mean you have to marry him,” he said, motioning to Zan, giving him a disgusted look. “There are other options.”

“What?” I snapped incredulously. I was in shock, but anger was quickly taking its place. My eyes darted back and forth between my parents. “You think that’s the only reason for us to get married? Because I’m pregnant?”

I shook my head, so disappointed that they couldn’t see what a great guy Zan was, and they couldn’t see how happy I was with him.

“I’m not pregnant,” I said softly, trying to keep my temper. “I love Zan. He’s so wonderful to me, and he makes me happy. Can’t you see that?”

My mother leaned forward. “I’m sure you think you’re in love, Lizzie,” she said, speaking to me like I was a child, “but you’re so young. This is your first serious relationship, and first love can feel so intense. But it rarely lasts.” She sighed. “We just don’t want to see you get hurt by rushing into a marriage that will fall apart in a couple of years.”

“That’s just an excuse,” I said. “You don’t like Zan because he isn’t a governor’s son, but he’s my choice. I love him because of exactly who he is.”

“That’s not it Liz,” my mother said. “We think you’re too young to make this decision. Wait until you graduate at least. Plus you’ve only known each other six months.”

I met my mother’s eyes. “I know everything about him I need to know. Zan’s a good man. He’s smart and kind, he takes such good care of me, and he loves me. He makes me happier than I ever thought I could be.”

“It’s not that we don’t like you, Zan,” my father said. “We’ve both been pleasantly surprised at the type of person you are. But Liz has very little experience of the world and you are her only serious relationship. You’re older. You know how you can change and mature in your twenties. We just don’t want Liz to rush into anything that will stop her from living up to her full potential.”

Zan spoke up for the first time. “Liz may be young,” he said, “but you know how smart and determined she is. She is mature enough to know her own mind.”

“I love Liz very much,” he continued, “and the thing I want most is for her to have whatever she wants in life. And I will help her get that any way I can. We want to build a future together wherever that takes us, and spend our lives together.”

He looked from my father to my mother. “And we want you to be a part of our lives,” he said. “Please don’t make Liz choose between us.”

My parents gasped, and my father recoiled like Zan had slapped him. His eyes snapped down to where our hands were still clasped.

What Zan hadn’t said was that if I had to make the choice, he knew I’d choose him, but it still made me sad to think it might come to that.

I knew my parents would take our engagement badly, but I guess somewhere inside I’d been hoping they’d changed their minds now that they knew Zan. I felt tears in my eyes, and clutched Zan’s hand like it was the last solid thing in the world. “We’re in love, we’re engaged,” I said with a sad smile. “Can’t you be even a little happy for us?”

My mom got up and came to me, hugging me tightly. “We just want what is best for you,” she said softly.

I hugged her back. “But I’m an adult now,” I said, “and it’s up to me to decide what’s best for me.”

My mom nodded. “You’re right. I just can’t believe my baby is all grown up,” she took my hand in hers, looking at my ring, “and engaged.”

My dad got up too and came to hug me. “We’re sorry, Lizzie,” he said. “Of course we want you to be happy. We just don’t want you to have any regrets.”

I hugged my dad. “The only regrets I’ll have daddy, are if I can’t have Zan in my life, or if you make me choose between him and you,” I said.

“Okay sweetheart,” he said with a final hug. “We don’t want to do anything that is going to drive you away from us. We love you too much.”

“Thanks daddy,” I said with a weak smile.

He still didn’t look happy, but he turned to Zan and held out his hand, giving him a stiff handshake and a nod.

(Zan’s POV)

After our announcement, breakfast was a bit strained, but Liz’s parents seemed to want things to go back to normal, and pretty much ignored that anything was different, except for the occasional glance at my ring on Liz’s finger.

When we were finished eating, we helped clean up and then the four of us started preparing for Thanksgiving dinner.

I’m certainly not known for my cooking abilities, but I can handle chopping up anything that needs it. I soon felt like I had an assembly line going with all the things that needed cutting; celery, onions, parsley and bread for the stuffing, yams, green beans, potatoes, more celery, red peppers, cucumbers and carrots for a salad, more onions for a casserole, and I even took pits out of cherries for a pie. With this much food we could eat for a week.

While I chopped, Liz and her parents started assembling different dishes, and the kitchen filled with wonderful smells. Onions and celery cooked in butter with sage for the stuffing. Mr. Parker made cherry and pumpkin pies, their sweet aroma making my mouth water.

Finally, all the dishes were prepared and put aside for later, and the turkey was stuffed and put into the oven. It was amazing to be part of it.

Sure, I’d eaten traditional Thanksgiving dinners at some the foster homes where I lived, and even helped prepare some of them, but as strange as it sounded, even with the Parker’s hesitation about me this was the first time I felt like part of a family.

I guess it showed on my face because Mrs. Parker turned to me. “Zan, you look like you enjoyed all that.”

I nodded. “I did actually. I’ve never done anything like that before and I actually felt like I belonged. Thank you.”

Mrs. Parker blushed slightly, and I wasn’t sure why, but tears filled her eyes. “You’ve missed out on a lot in your life, and I’m glad you feel welcome in our home.” She took a breath and continued, “I’m sorry we’ve been so hesitant about you, and we haven’t treated you as well as we should. I really regret that.”

I nodded. “I understand, and I expected it. You don’t know me, and you were worried about Liz. We all love her and want what is best for her.”

Mrs. Parker smiled uncertainly but nodded.

Liz wrapped her arm around me, hugging me tight and looked at her mother, “Thanks for saying that, Mom,” she said.

Liz kissed my cheek. “I love you and you’re my family, and we’ll always belong with each other.”

A rush of love filled me and I held her close, kissing her forehead. “I love you too, angel,” I said, stroking her cheek, “and this is exactly why I tell everyone how good you are for me. I’m the luckiest man in the world because you love me.”

There was silence for a moment and then Mr. Parker cleared his throat. “Well, Zan,” he said, “are you a football fan?”

It was such an unexpected question that it took me a moment to answer. “Um, sure, I watch an occasional game,” I said.

“There’s about an hour until the first game today,” he said. “Bucs and the Dolphins.”

I nodded. “Both from Florida,” I said. “Which one is your team?”

As my dad and Zan got into a discussion about football, I couldn’t help but smile. My mom was starting to accept Zan, and maybe my dad was coming around too.

I knew Zan wasn’t a rabid football fan, but we did watch sometimes. I had grown up with it in the house, and Zan was a guy. I’d found that most guys liked some kind of sports.

My mom turned to me, “So have you set a date?”

I shook my head. “We really haven’t talked about it yet, but I bet Zan won’t want to wait, and neither do I. Zan really goes after what he wants and makes things happen.” I smiled. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he suggested we elope, and I can’t wait to start our lives together either.”

Mom nodded. “But don’t you want a big wedding with all your friends and family?”

I shrugged. “Not really. Just a few close friends and family.”

“So Zan really pursued you?” my mom asked. “You never did tell us the details of how you started going out.”

I smiled. “I knew I wanted to be with him the first time I saw him,” I said. “I pursued him.” I shrugged. “Or at least I thought I was. He was playing it cool, hanging out with my study group to get to know me. He said he didn’t want to scare me away.” My smile widened as I gave my mom the edited version. “Zan knew I studied at the library, so he sat at my usual table one Friday night to tell me how he felt.”

“That sounds romantic,” my mom said.

I nodded as I remembered our first night together. “We had our first kiss that night,” I said. “It was perfect.”

She nodded. “And you moved in with him pretty fast,” she said, and I knew she wasn’t happy about it. She’d be even unhappier if she knew the truth.

Zan and I had lied to my parents and told them I moved in after a couple of months of dating. The truth was that I had moved in the day after we’d first made love, and technically we’d never been on a date unless you included the times we talked to each other with my study group around us. It might seem crazy to anyone hearing the facts, but it made perfect sense to me.

I looked at my mom, answering her. “I moved in with him so fast because I couldn’t stand to be away from him,” I said.

“Mom,” I said, covering her hand with mine, “he loves me, and he’s so good to me. He’s constantly surprising me with how loving and tender he can be. Just when I think he can’t be any more wonderful he does something more.”

I held up the necklace Zan had given me, showing it to my mother. “Zan designed this and had it made for me for our three month anniversary,” I told her. “One diamond for each month we were together.”

Then I held out my hand so she could see the ring. “He designed this too,” I said, looking over to where Zan was talking to my dad. He was so sexy, so beautiful. More than anything I just wanted to be alone with him so we could celebrate our engagement.

“Six small diamonds,” my mom said, examining my ring, and bringing my attention back to her.

I nodded. “Our six month anniversary was yesterday. Zan completely surprised me. He is so romantic. He took me to the spa at the Castaway, and to the salon to have my hair done, and bought me a dress at one of the boutiques. Then we went to dinner at the restaurant there, and we slow danced for hours. Afterward, he proposed on the beach.” I smiled remembering our perfect night. “It was magical.”

“Wow,” my mom said, sounding surprised. “That sounds incredible.”

I nodded. “I keep telling him that just being with him is enough for me, but he loves doing things for me. We just want to make each other happy.”

My mom squeezed my hand. “I hope you will be,” she said.

I smiled, looking back at Zan. I knew she didn’t think our marriage would make it, but I would take great joy in proving her wrong.

At that moment, Zan met my eyes and smiled sexily. I felt a rush of desire for him but it would be hours before I could be with him. This was going to be a very long day.

I can truthfully say that I barely remember a thing that happened the first half of the football game. My dad gave Zan a beer and my mom put out some snacks, but other than that I was pretending to be watching the game. I knew there was movement on the screen and in the background I heard the crowd cheering, but I kept sneaking looks at Zan where he was sitting across from me, and undressing him with my eyes.

I knew very well every inch of his sculpted body and had no trouble imagining what he looked like beneath his clothes. Every part of him turned me on; his strong arms, his muscular neck, his chiseled chest and stomach, that dark line of hair that led from his bellybutton down into his pants, and of course his incredible, rock-hard cock. I shivered just thinking about how much pleasure each part of him could give me.

And it didn’t help matters that Zan kept locking eyes with me, his gaze showing me exactly how much he wanted me too.

I was in a haze of sexual desire when Zan’s voice broke though to me. “It’s halftime, angel,” he said huskily. “Why don’t we take a walk around the yard, and stretch our legs?”

Instantly I agreed. Anything to be alone with Zan.

Going outside, we wrapped our arms around each other and I leaned into Zan as we started walking. “I want you so much,” I said, rubbing my hand over his chest.

He kissed my forehead. “I want you too, baby.” With a nod of his head, he motioned to the pool house as we passed it. “I wish we could just duck inside and a have a quick fuck, but I think your parent would notice,” he said with a grin.

I laughed, “I think you’re right. They’re probably watching us through the window to make sure we don’t do anything.” I laid my head against his shoulder. “And it will be hours before we can leave. Dinner won’t be until six.”

“We’ll just have to make the most of the time we do have,” he said.

I kissed his cheek. “I’m so glad you thought to get the beach house. I think I would have gone crazy if we couldn’t be together all week.”

“I know I would have,” he said. “Quick fucks are great, and it could have been a lot of fun finding places to do it, but I can’t imagine not being able take our time with each other. It would be like only eating appetizers and never having a real meal.”

“It would certainly make me very hungry for you,” I said. “But I am always hungry for you.”

“Oh really?” he teased. “Tell me.”

“Well, I don’t think I even saw any of the football game because I kept thinking about you,” I admitted.

He smiled. “What were you thinking?”

I felt myself blush, but I didn’t let it stop me. “Well,” I started, “I keep thinking that your clothes are hiding your beautiful body from me, and I was striping you naked one piece of at a time.”

Taking my hand in his, he lifted to his lips, kissing my knuckles. “And did you get to anything good, baby?” he asked.

I smiled. “It was all good,” I assured him.

We walked and flirted for a while longer, and then headed back inside for the rest of the game.

My parents were nowhere to be seen and I thought they were probably checking the progress of the turkey. I took advantage of the situation by wrapping my arms around Zan and standing on tiptoe to give him a lingering kiss.

“I need a bathroom break,” I said, as we broke apart. “Can I get you anything from the kitchen?”

“A beer would be great,” he said, kissing me again.

I wiggled against him, making him groan before I kissed him a final time.

“You’re killing me, angel,” he said. He held me to him for another minute before letting me go.

After my quick trip to the bathroom down the hall, I headed to the kitchen, hearing my parents’ voices inside as I approached. I was about to go in, until I heard what they were talking about.

“I just don’t like it,” my dad said.

“We did the only thing we could,” my mom said. “If we push her about this relationship we could lose her. At least he is seems to be a good person, and he is good to her.”

“I know,” my dad said, “And we have some time to try and talk some sense into her before they are actually married.”

I shook my head, turning away and heading back into the family room.

Zan smiled when he saw me, but it faded quickly as he saw my face. “What’s wrong?” he asked, getting up and coming to me.

I shrugged. “Nothing we didn’t expect. I just overheard my parents saying they still had time to talk some sense into me before we get married.”

One corner of Zan’s mouth rose mischievously. “Do they?” he asked. “Can they talk some sense into you, baby?”

I smiled too. “Not for the world,” I said. I went to him and put my hands on his chest, standing on tiptoe to whisper in his ear. “And if they knew how good you are in bed, they wouldn’t even try.”

He chuckled and nuzzled my ear. “Is that the only reason you want to be with me?” he purred. “Because I can make you cum over and over?”

I nodded. “Yeah, that is one of the main ones,” I teased.

He shrugged, taking me into his arms. “I can live with that.”

I kissed him quickly. “We’re in this together.”

“No matter what,” he said.

Our lips met in a longer kiss, and I didn’t even care if my parents saw us. When we broke apart, I was breathless, and we smiled at each other.

Zan motioned down the hall. “I think your parents have been gossiping long enough. Let’s go see if we can help them with dinner.”

When we entered the kitchen my parent broke apart like we caught them doing something wrong.

“Is everything okay?” Zan asked.

They both looked at him with wide eyes like they had their hands in the cookie jar. I thought they must be worried that we’d overheard them plotting.

When they didn’t speak, Zan continued, “Is there anything we can help with?”

They both seemed to relax, and my mom even smiled. “Oh, everything’s fine with dinner.”

“Well, the game’s about to start again,” Zan reminded them.

I went to the refrigerator and grabbed a beer for Zan and a soda for me and we left them standing there, watching us as we left.

I was starting to get a bit cold, so I went to my room to grab a sweater. When I returned, I nearly laughed. My parents were sitting on either side of Zan, so I couldn’t sit next to him.

What did they think, that if we spent the whole game not sitting together that we’d break up? Or maybe they were worried that we’d somehow figure out how to have sex right under their noses and they wouldn’t notice.

I took a seat in a recliner to the side and decided that maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing after all. I could easily glance over and look at Zan any time I wanted, and continue undressing him with my eyes, and what could my parents say?

As the game continued, and I was sure it held my parents’ attention, I resumed my examination of Zan.

I was still turned on from earlier, and as I stared over removing his shirt in my mind, I couldn’t help thinking about each muscular inch of him.

Shivers ripped through my body as I revealed his beautiful chest, and my hands ached to touch him, to feel his skin. I wanted to run my hands over him, knowing that all that strength and beauty was just for me.

I felt my core starting to throb as I imagined unfastening his jeans and pushing them down his muscular legs to reveal all of him.

“Oooohhhh!” my dad shouted, bringing me out of my lust-filled daydream. “You’ve got to be kidding!”

My eyes snapped to him, wondering if I’d been caught, but realized he was just yelling at the game on TV.

Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing that I was sitting across the room. If I’d been close to Zan, I would be tempted to try to touch him. It was safer this way.

Through the rest of the game I watched him, and I kept watching him throughout the rest of the day, and even through dinner.

I felt like I had before we’d gotten together. Wondering, imagining, desperate for his touch and desperate to touch him. I felt like my whole body was on fire and melting from the inside out. The only difference was that now I knew very well exactly how good we were together and I anticipated what each moment would be like when we were finally alone.

After dinner, we helped clean up and then told Liz’s parents we were going out for a while. It had been a long day, but we’d survived it.

I’d seen Liz looking at me several time throughout the day with an intensity that practically took my breath away, and I was finally glad we would be alone.

Once we were in the car, Liz slid across the seat, wrapping her arm around mine and sighed. “Well, that wasn’t so bad,” she said.

Involuntarily my eyebrow rose, and she giggled. “Okay,” she admitted, “it started out as the worst engagement announcement since Romeo and Juliet. You threatened my parents, I cried, and I overheard my parents say maybe they could still talk some sense into me, but after that things were better.”

“Sure,” I agreed. “The day was incredibly tense, and everyone was walking on egg shells. I couldn’t touch you properly all day, but it was a little better than Romeo or Juliet. At least there were no sword fights, banishments, murders or suicides.”

Liz rolled her eyes but smiled. “But now,” she said, scooting even closer and caressing my thigh, “we can go to the beach house, and I can have my way with you.”

Instantly I felt my cock harden. ”Is that right?” I said with a grin. “I saw you looking at me all day. What do you plan to do?”

She shook her head as her hand wandered up to stroke my cock. “I’m not telling, but I promise you’ll like it.”

I groaned. “I know I’ll love it,” I said, kissing her head.

I swear we got to the beach house in record time, and I had the door unlocked and closed behind us in moments, taking Liz into my arms.

We kissed passionately, our mouths crashing together. I grasped Liz’s ass, lifting her off the floor and carried her into the bedroom.

It was true that we’d been pretty conventional, not even exploring what the other rooms had to offer, but I think we were both so glad just to be together that our adventuresome side had taken a back seat.

Anyway, I certainly wasn’t complaining about any of the sex we’d had in the bedroom.

I put Liz on her feet by the bed and we continued to kiss as I started on the buttons on her shirt.

She took the opportunity to step back, shaking her head.

I smiled. I love it when she wants to play.

“What are you doing, baby?” I asked.

“I’m having my way with you, remember?” she said with a sparkle in her eyes.

“You always do,” I teased. “You have your way with me every time you temp me inside your sweet pussy and make your cum.”

I reached for her but she avoided my grasp. “No, I’m setting the rules tonight.”

I nodded, giving in. “Anything you want, angel.”

She went to the task I’d started, and unbuttoned her shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Next, she shimmied out of her pants, and they joined the pile with her shirt. Then she reached for the back fastening on her bra, pausing to look up at me, her eyes filled with lust.

“I’m liking this already,” I said as she tossed aside her bra. “Any plan that has you naked will always get my vote.”

She smiled and pushed her panties to the floor, now standing completely naked before me. I let my eyes roam over her beautiful body.

“I am so lucky to have found you, angel,” I said. “You are so beautiful outside and in.”

She crossed to me, pressing herself against me and putting her hands on my shoulder. “So are you Zan. Your physical beauty is what first drew me to you, but you are even more beautiful inside.”

I stroked up and down her back, skimming over the globes of her ass. I was so hard and so ready to be inside her.

“Not yet,” she said.

I groaned, but she started unbuttoning my shirt.

She unbuttoned one button, and then her hot mouth pressed to the flesh she’d uncovered.

Then she unfastened the next one, and she kissed the skin revealed there.

One by one she undid the rest of the buttons kissing and licking my chest, and when she got to the bottom, she pulled my shirt apart, and then her hands were on me too.

I groaned again and wrapped her in my arms as her small hands wandered over my chest and back as her kisses grew hungrier. She licked and nipped at my skin, grazing me with her teeth, laving my nipples.

Her hands went to my shoulder and pushed the shirt down my arms and I released her just long enough to let it fall to the floor.

And my hands weren’t idle either. While she was exploring my body, I was caressing every part of her I could reach. Slicking my hands over her sides and back, cupping her sweet ass, reaching between us to stroke over her breasts, and even running the occasional finger across her clit.

My angel caressed my arms, turning to kiss from my bicep down to my hand. When her lips met my palm, she met my gaze and gave me a wicked smile, and if I’d been in any doubt about what she had in mind, I wasn’t any more.

She put both hands on my chest and her lips went to my neck, licking a path down to my collarbone. Her palms brushed over my pecs, down my stomach and to the buttons on my jeans. She had them undone in moments and pushed them and my boxers down in one motion.

For a moment, she just gazed down my body, and I swear my cock got even harder. Knowing she loves looking at me as much as I love looking at her turns me on so much.

Again she pressed her mouth to my chest and she kissed a trail from my neck, between my pecs and across my stomach. With each touch of her mouth my stomach jerked, knowing exactly where she was headed.

She grasped my hips to steady herself as she knelt before me and continued her kisses and licks even lower, until she reached the line of hair leading down from my bellybutton. Looking up at me briefly, she gave me a sexy smile and then pressed her tongue to my skin and followed my happy trail down.

I practically held my breath anticipating what she was going to do next.

She paused, looking at my cock as her hands reached behind me, grasping my ass. I was aching for her to touch me, and as her hands slid around my hips to the front, I thought she would take me in hand, but she surprised me by taking my rigid shaft briefly into her hot mouth, letting her lips slide up the entire length of me before licking over the sensitive head.

My whole body shook with desire.

Taking me back into her mouth, she sucked hard as her hands closed around me, making my hips jerk. “Oh shit!” I hissed, gasping in a breath.

She let me slide out of her mouth and licked up one side and down the other before taking me back inside. Sucking me hard as she enveloped my length, she wrapped her tongue around me and made sure my tip pressed to the top of her mouth.

I looked down to see my beautiful, dark haired angel, naked, stroking and sucking me just the way I like, and I reached down, grasping her shoulder.

She paused and looked up at me, with my cock still in her mouth, and grinned, and shit I nearly came.

My hips jerked again, sliding me in her mouth and she smiled even wider.

Did she know how much she was affecting me?

Her tongue swirled around my tip as her hands stroked and squeezed my shaft, exploring the responses she could get from me.

Finally, she took me completely inside, finding a slow rhythm, bobbing up and down on me so my tip brushed the top of her mouth with every stroke. I grasped a handful of her hair. “Fuck, angel!”

My baby knows exactly how to make me cum and felt my balls tighten as my hips jerked again.

She squeezed me tightly and sped up, sucking me hard as she took me inside again and again. It felt so good, and I tried to hold off, but I can’t seem to control myself when she has me in her mouth.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she continued, taking in every inch of the incredible image. My cock disappeared into her soft mouth again and again building my pleasure with every touch. Her perfect lips gliding over me, her small hands holding me. She was so beautiful, and all mine, giving me this pleasure that only she could give, and I couldn’t hold on any longer. I exploded into her with a groan, thrusting against her, and she held me tightly as she drank down every ounce of my essence.

When I stilled, she looked up to hold my eyes, and she continued to suck and lick me as I came down. She knew how much I loved to see her like this and drew it out to increase my pleasure. She laved my shaft and tip like it was an ice cream cone, stroking me softly with her hands, and I swear I would have cum again if I’d had anything left.

Reaching down, I raised her to her feet, kissing her hard. “That was amazing, baby,” I said.

“I love everything about you, Zan,” she said, blushing, “especially, your beautiful cock, and I just wanted to show you.”

I kissed her again. “I know you can’t get enough of my cock, baby,” I said proudly. “You show me every day when I fill you up and you cum so sweetly.”

Grasping her hips, I pulled her close and nuzzled the side of her neck. “And I can’t get enough of your pussy.”

Putting a hand to my chest, she shook her head. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

“Come on, baby,” I coaxed, nuzzling her cheek as I barely brushed her clit with one finger, “just let me have a little taste until I’m up to doing something more.”

She hesitated and I pressed my case, kissing her cheek and then her lips as I continued to stroke her clit. “You know how good I can make it for you.”

She nodded and answered breathlessly. “You showed me very thoroughly the night before last.”

I moved down, licking her neck, making her gasp. I took advantage of her silence and cupped her ass, lifting her and putting her on the bed.

Quickly I kicked off my shoes and tossed aside the jeans and boxers that were still around my ankles. Then I joined her on the bed immediately, settling between her legs, noticing with satisfaction that she had a bit of raiser burn on her inner thigh from our activities two nights ago. And I intended to give her a bit more.

Smoothing her legs farther apart, I didn’t waste and time and closed my mouth over her clit, licking it quickly several times. Her hips jerked and I smiled. I could smell her sweet arousal that was just for me, and I was greedy for the taste of her.

Moving down, I sucked her luscious lips, making sure to get every drop of moisture, before delving my tongue deeper, parting her so I could get to the nectar in her core.

I took a long lick, just barely brushing the outside of her, teasing her. Her hips moved with me and her hand slipped into my hair.

Reaching up, I gently caressed her clit with my fingers as I continued to lick around pussy.

Her hips bucked, trying to bring me inside but I wasn’t ready for that yet.

I rubbed her clit harder as I licked over her again and again. Moisture poured out of her and I made sure not to miss a drop.

Her hand tightened in my hair, and I knew she was getting close, so I sped up, rubbing her clit in fast circles, just like she likes.

She gasped for breath and I pressed the flat of my tongue just at her opening and she stiffened, arching as she came.

But I wasn’t through with her yet. I immediately switched places, closing my mouth over her tiny nub as I trailed just my fingertips across her pussy lips.

Her hips jerked and she made a sort of whimpering sound. She was still coming down, but I knew exactly how to bring her up to speed again.

Licking and sucking her clit, I continued to brush across her lips, gradually parting them and going deeper. Within moments, her hips were moving with me and her hand was painfully gripping my hair.

I found her opening with my fingers, and trailed around it, occasionally letting just the tip of one finger dip inside her as I sucked her hard.

I switched between licking her clit and brushing my chin stud over it, the different textures driving her wild and making her gasp with anticipation.

Then with two fingers, I brushed her entrance again and again as I licked her clit harder and faster, and was amazed to feel her arching back again so quickly as she cried out another orgasm.

As she gasped for air, I slid my hands under her ass, lifting her hips so I could have an even better angle.

I barely gave her a moment to recover before I plunged my tongue into her.

Gasping, she arched back, opening herself to me even more, and I took full advantage trusting inside her as deep as I could go. I made sure to angle my tongue upward so it would hit her G-spot, and rubbed her clit quickly with my thumb.

Liz’s hips worked with me as she rode my tongue, and shit I loved it. Only I would ever have her this way, only I would give her this pleasure.

I held her hips tight as I stroked into her again and again, going faster and faster. I could hear Liz gasping for air as her body tightened again, her thighs closing around me, and then she cried out in pleasure.

Her pussy pulsed around me and held my tongue inside her until and gently stroked her clit. When I felt the pulses lessening, I withdrew and greedily continued to kiss and lick her, gathering all her nectar as she came down.

I would have gone for round four, but my cock was stirring to life again.

Laving her pussy a final time, I took a long lick over her clit before I started kissing my way up her body. Across her stomach, between her breasts, where I paused to suck each sweet nub before moving up to her neck and to her lips.

Her lips met mine as I moved into position and she kissed me hard, but put one hand to my stomach and took my cock in the other.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she said, “but you’re in the wrong position.”

I looked at her and she grinned. “This time, I’m on top.”

Zan’s mouth lifted in a crooked grin and he nodded. “I love it when you ride me, baby.”

He rolled to the side, laying back on the bed with a dangerous, sexy grin. I couldn’t stop looking at him. His muscular body was displayed to perfection, ever sculpted inch making me want to devour him, even his thick erection which jutted proudly from it’s nest of black hair.

This is what I’d been thinking about all day, exploring Zan with my mouth, hands and body.

Climbing between his legs, I didn’t waste any time.

I took one calf in my hands, caressing the muscular length as I kissed and licked my way up to his knee, his wiry hair ticking my face. Gently I used my nails along his skin, skimming up the inside of his thigh before following the same path with my lips.

Then I moved to his other leg, sliding my hand underneath and raising it so I could place a kiss on the back of his knee, and trail kisses up the back of his leg. Moving up, I skipped over his rigid erection and placed a kiss just above his thatch of dark hair.

Kissing my way across his stomach, I crawled up his body, letting his cock just barely brush against me, down my neck and between my breasts.

Zan sucked in a breath and his hips shifted and I knew he was loving it. Meeting his eyes, I knew he would be looking down the line of my body and he could see exactly what was happening.

I paused where I was, slowly raking my nails over his sides and stomach as I placed open-mouth kisses all over the same area.

Gradually I moved up, letting his cock skim over my stomach and past my belly button until I stopped to give his pecs some attention. Smoothing my palms over his nipples, I followed with my mouth, gently grazing them with my teeth.

Moving up a little more, I let his thick shaft continue down my body, brushing over my clit and I paused just as his tip met my entrance.

Settling over him, I pressed our bodies together as, stomach to stomach, my breasts just brushing his pecs.

I started to rock on him as I smoothed both hands over his biceps.

Reaching up, Zan cupped my head, stroking my cheek, and I turned my head to kiss his palm. Grasping his arm, I gently grazed his skin with my teeth, starting at his palm and working my way up to his elbow.

Moving up to his neck, I leaned in kissing and licking him as my hands explored his chest.

Zan’s hand gripped my hips trying to control my motion. “Let me inside that sweet pussy,” he purred, “so I can fuck you good and hard.”

Kissing my way up his neck and across his chin, I pressed my lips to his. “Not yet,” I said.

I sped up, grinding against him, and it felt really good to have him pressing against my core. I knew it would feel even better when he was inside, but I wanted to explore him a bit more first.

My whole body slid against his as I continued to move while I kissed him, my hard nipples raking his chest and sending shivers of reaction through me.

Working my way back down his neck, I licked over the length of his collar bone before moving down to his nipples again.

I licked around one, and then the other, pressing my tongue flat to lave over the top of his hard point before I sucked it into my mouth.

Zan groaned and his grip on my hips tightened as I felt hips jerk up into mine. He was getting desperate to have me.

I smoothed my hands over his arms and chest again before grasping his head with both hands, holding him while I kissed him thoroughly. Then I sat up separating us, trailing my hands down his beautiful body.

Reaching between us, I grasped his thick erection, and smiling I met his eyes. “Is this what you want?” I asked, holding his cock in position and sinking down until it was just pressing against my entrance.

Zan’s eyes seemed to burn with desire as he looked from my face down to where we would soon be joined, and he nodded. “Fuck yes, angel.”

I knew he liked to see himself sliding inside me, and I so slowly lowered myself, taking him into me, letting him fill me up inch by spectacular inch.

It felt so good I shivered with desire, my back arching with pleasure. When he was completely inside, I stopped. “You always feel even bigger this way,” I said breathlessly.

He looked from where we were joined up to meet my eyes, a wicked grin raising one corner of his mouth. “Ride me, baby,” he ordered.

I smiled back. I intended to ride him, good and hard, but I had something else planned first.

Leaning down, I pressed my chest to his as I kissed him. The kiss started out a simple touch of the lips but Zan cupped my head, holding me. His tongue stroked across my lips and I opened to him, brushing his tongue with mine.

And as we kissed, I started to slowly undulate my hips, so his hard length barely moved inside me. Oh, but it still felt so good.

Leaving his lips, I kissed my way down his neck to his chest and spent a few more minutes worshiping his pecs my with tongue, teeth and lips.

Zan’s hands roamed over my back, occasionally cupping my butt as he tried to speed me up, but this time I was going at my own pace. The thing is though, I was so turned on that I was getting desperate for satisfaction myself.

I started to move a little faster, letting him slide out me a little more, the extra friction between making us both groan.

As the pleasure started to build, I sat up on him, my back arching, and I moved even faster, lifting myself off him almost all the way and then plunging back down to take him deep inside.

With each stroke his erection hit my G-spot, building the pleasure inside me even more quickly.

I watched as Zan’s eyes moved over my body, going from my face to my bouncing breasts, down to where I was enveloping him. His face was filled with pleasure but also was starting to show his impatience. I knew he didn’t like to only watch, he wanted to participate.

Finally, I guess he couldn’t stand it any longer, he sat up, wrapping one arm around me, supporting my back as he used the other hand to grasp my breast.

His mouth closed over my other breast and he stroked one nipple with his tongue and the other with his thumb.

I faltered in my rhythm with so much pleasure almost overwhelming me, but picked it up again almost immediately and sped up even more.

I could feel how close I was to orgasm now and my back bowed as the pleasure filled me. Suddenly Zan’s fingers were brushing over my clit, rubbing it in quick circles, and I panted for breath. “Zan!”

His hips thrust up to meet me, slamming our bodies together, and my breath caught in my throat as he somehow held me there for several long minutes before I flew over the edge.

Zan pumped into me a few more times and then followed me as the pleasure took him too.

He held me tight as we both gasped for air, his hot breath tickling my neck. He lazily continued to brush over my clit, sending shivers though me with each stroke.

His lips pressed to my neck. “My angel,” he said.

I felt almost dizzy as I came down from the incredible pleasure.

Zan kept me wrapped in his arms and laid back, taking me with him, settling me into his side and covering us both with a blanket. He kissed my head. “Just let me hold you for a while,” he said.

I nodded and closed my eyes, pressing my head into his chest. “That sounds perfect.”



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