Dreams of 18(90)

And again, they go away for the moment and my desire for him, my love for him comes back to the surface.

“Okay. Okay.” I breathe in deep. “I won’t.”

“Good.”

I shift in his arms, rubbing up against his hard cock again, making it jerk. “I wanna suck it.”

He shakes his head at me, his lips stretching into this sexy smile of his. “Right here?”

“Uh-uh. By the roses. Where we danced last night.”

We did.

We danced in the moonlight. After he woke me up with the slide of his cock inside me, I asked him, Have you ever danced in the moonlight, Mr. Edwards?

When he said no, I brought him out here.

I brought him out by the roses – we have a lot of them now, pink and red and lemony yellow with pale pink edges. I put on my kickass playlist, got on his feet and we danced.

He appeared a little unsure and a little awed at first. And it felt like my heart would strangle itself for him, for all the things he’d never done in his life before.

Before me.

So we danced and danced until that unsure look of his went away and he kissed me, before he brought me back in and fucked me once more.

He chuckles now. “Out there? In broad daylight where anyone can see you.”

I know he’s smiling but there’s this dangerous current in his eyes that tells me he wants it just as much as me. He’s greedy for it as much as me.

I’m not sure what it is, this need in me. Maybe I’m still riding the high after what I did in front of Richard.

But I think it’s more than that. It’s a wildness in me. This recklessness that I’ve never felt before. Not even on my eighteenth birthday when I kissed him. On that night, I thought no one would see us and so I could do it, steal a kiss like I stole his roses.

But this is different. This is something completely new and originating from somewhere deep inside of me.

Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised at the discovery, though.

He changes me, doesn’t he? He takes away my shyness and calms down my anxious thoughts. And I change him. I make him bad and turn him into an animal.

So maybe this wildness was always there in me, waiting for him, my beast. Just like his beast was waiting for me, his beauty.

Rocking against his cock that seems to be lurching now, throbbing against the crease of my ass, I whisper, “Yeah. Here. Where anyone can see me. Where anyone can walk in on me and you know what?”

He narrows his lust-filled eyes, his hands going down to my ass and grabbing it. He covers one tight cheek with his big fingers and squeezes. Hard.

“What?” he clips, his voice all tight and rough with desire.

He’s changing too, now. Becoming the beast for me already, his pupils blowing up, his breathing getting heavy, his chest expanding.

“I’ll still keep you in my mouth. I’ll still keep sucking you in the way that you like. The way you taught me. The way where I lick you all over before going back for the crown and sucking on it. Like I was born to suck it. Like all those years while I was sucking on my lollipops, I was just getting a lot of practice so I could suck you when the time came. And I’ll keep doing it until you come. Until you spurt in my mouth, or on my face, or on my tits that you love so much. Or…”

He parts my cheeks with such force, God. I can feel the heat of it all over my body. The stretch of it, the amazing sting.

I can feel the heat of his lust in the way he’s handling me. Parting my pussy and that dark hole of my ass with his hands and rubbing his cock there, rubbing it right up the crease of my stretched out ass.

“Or?”

“Or you can decorate me. You can decorate your baby. You can come on her throat and you can give her a pearl necklace like you did the other day.”

He did. We were in the bathroom and I was sucking him off in the shower, and he came all over me in spurts.

At this, his chest shudders. It shakes and he clamps his jaw.

He’s become so tight and rigid that I think he’ll never move. He’ll never come unstuck, but he does. He walks up to the roses. They cover a lot of ground now, edged by the trees in his backyard.

When we reach our makeshift garden, he manages to growl, “Get my cock out.”

And I scramble to do it.

Clumsily, I get down on my feet and keep going. I keep going down until I’m squatting and my hands fumble with the zipper of his jeans.

By now, I’m pretty used to it, to opening it and getting his cock out, and I do it today as well.

I manage to unzip him and unbutton him and shove his jeans down just enough to free him in a matter of seconds, and then his shaft is out, all big and bad and horny.

I take his pre-cum-soaked head into my mouth and give him his first suck of the day. I moan as his taste hits me like a shot of whiskey or rum that I drank on the night I first kissed him. It goes down my throat like honey, thick and smooth.

My honey’s honey.

That just makes me go insane, that thought, and I hollow out my cheeks as I vacuum him in. I wrap both my hands at his base because I know one hand won’t cut it. I’ve tried. My Graham is huge. He needs both hands to cover him.

He needs them so I can jack him off as I pull at his crown with my mouth. I pull at it so much that Graham groans.

He throws his head back and he grunts up to the sky.

He never makes a sound when we’re having sex.