Coming barely awake, I automatically reached for Zan, but feeling the empty bed beside me made me actually focus on my surroundings. With a groan, I saw my childhood room and remembered where I was, and that Zan was down the hall.
Then I remembered the events of the night before and blushed.
I know Zan had loved me using the vibrator for him, but I was still a bit embarrassed. I was glad that I’d overcome my fears and done it anyway for Zan.
Thinking about him made me smile and I was suddenly eager to get out of bed so I could see him.
Showering and dressing quickly, I left my room, going down the hall to his. I didn’t bother knocking and opened the door just as he was pulling a shirt over his head.
He smiled as he saw me and I moved into his arms. His lips met mine in a soft kiss. “This is the way I like to wake up,” he rumbled.
“I missed you,” I said. “I’ve missed you every night we’ve been apart.”
“Me too,” he agreed, holding me to him. “I miss waking up next to you, holding you in my arms, and feeling your body along mine in the night.”
I snuggled into his chest. “You always make me feel so loved,” I said.
He placed a kiss on the top of my head. “I love you,” he said, “don’t ever doubt it.”
“I love you,” I said solemnly, looking up into his eyes.
He touched my face gently and smiled. “Well, let’s get through the first part of the day, so we can have the rest to ourselves.”
With our arms around each other, we descended the stairs and went into the kitchen where my parents were already cooking breakfast.
I saw them look at us, but for the first time I really didn’t care what they were thinking. I hugged Zan tightly and stood on tiptoe to place a kiss on his lips.
He smiled, kissing me briefly and we parted to take our seats. The table was already set and there was orange juice, toast and bacon.
“Morning,” I greeted my parents.
I thought they both looked a little shocked, but they both said, “Good morning.”
My father scowled as he turned back to the stove to finish the eggs, but my mother had a smile as she poured coffee for me and Zan.
“That was quite a show last night,” she said to Zan. “Your work was so well received. I had no idea you had such a following in this part of the country.”
Trust my mother to make a compliment sound like an insult.
“Mom,” I warned.
She shook her head, “No I really mean it. I…” she motioned to my dad, “…we, don’t follow art that much and we had no idea how well known you are.”
Zan shrugged. “It caught me completely by surprise,” he said, looking at me and giving me a wink with the eye my mother couldn’t see.
I blushed again.
“Yes,” my mother continued in an excited tone, “I can’t imagine them setting up the whole thing and you didn’t even know. You thought you were just going to the show but ended up being the surprise guest star.”
My dad came to the table with the eggs and took his seat as he passed them around.
I could tell that my mom had been impressed by last night, but I wasn’t so sure about my dad.
“What did you think of the show, Dad?” I asked.
“It was very impressive,” he said vaguely.
“Yes,” I said, “and that painting of Zan’s in the auction went for so much.”
I reached out, taking Zan’s hand on the table, hoping I wasn’t embarrassing him too much. He squeezed my fingers and I thought he was telling me not to lay it on too thick.
But my mother was already picking up the conversation. “Zan, that was so generous of you to donate the painting. It was beautiful.”
“It was for a good cause,” Zan said. “A school art program is where I first experienced painting and I would love to give that back to some kids.”
“Really?” my mom asked. “Tell me about it.”
As my mom and Zan talked, their words faded into the background and I looked closely at her. She looked interested, like she was seeing Zan for the first time and I thought I might have changed her mind about him.
They continued to talk, and I looked at my dad. I didn’t think he was going to be as easy. He was watching my mom and Zan talk too, and emotions flitted across his face, surprise, uncertainly and even interest.
I started listening again as Zan was talking.
“Yeah, the shows in New York run pretty late sometimes,” he said.
My mom nodded. “Is it safe for to be out that late?” she asked. “You hear stories about New York.”
Zan nodded. “When I was alone it was different,” he said. “I’d stay out pretty late and go to parties after in some sketchy areas. But now that Liz is in my life, my first priority is making sure she is safe.”
He raised my hand to press his lips to the back of my fingers. “I only take her to safe places. The galleries all have security and my agent always hires a car service to get us there and back.”
He looked at both my parents. “I’d never let anything happen to her. Liz means everything to me.”
Tears of happiness pooled in my eyes and I crossed the few feet to Zan to wrap him in my arms and hug him tightly. “You mean everything to me too,” I said softly, trying not to cry.
We held each other for long minutes before finally letting go and I returned to my seat, still holding his hand.
He had such a soft smile on his face and a tender expression that it brought more tears to my eyes.
My dad cleared his throat, breaking the moment. “Well, he said, “we’d better finish breakfast if we want to get to work on time.”
After breakfast, we helped clean up and then both went upstairs to get our things. I grabbed my bag and went back down, but paused at the bottom of the stairs as I heard my parents talking.
“Did you see them together?” my mother said. “They really seem to be in love.”
“Love,” my dad scoffed. “It’s puppy love, a crush. It won’t last.”
“But they are really sweet to each other,” my mom argued.
“At least he seems to treat her well,” my dad said.
“He’s an nice boy,” my mother said. “A hard worker, talented, smart, polite, and he seems to have a good head on his shoulders.”
I felt a wave of happiness. It sounded like my mom was actually starting to like Zan.
“I like him too,” my father admitted. “If I’d met him under any other circumstances…” his sentence trailed off. “But we both know he’s not the type of man we want for Liz. She deserves someone from a good family, more sophisticated, someone more from her own world.”
My happiness of a moment before deflated as I heard my father’s words. He actually respected Zan, but didn’t think he was good enough for me. It was the same old story.
“I know,” my mother agreed. “I think Liz really loves him though.”
“And I think Zan will get bored with her pretty quickly,” my dad said. “He’s attracted to her because she is so innocent, but that can’t last. And Liz is just going through a bad boy phase. She’ll soon see that she can do better.”
Steely determination filled me. I didn’t care what my parents thought, and they were wrong anyway. I knew I’d found the love of my life. Zan loved me and I was going to stay with him as long as he wanted me.
Slowly I backed away, feeling a chill go through me, but then I was enfolded from behind in Zan’s strong arms. “My angel,” he whispered.
Reaching back, I put my hand on his face, holding it to mine, as I used my other hand to cover his. He held my tightly and the warmth of his body chased away my shivers.
He kissed my cheek. “Are you okay, baby?” he asked softly.
I smiled and nodded. “Now I am.”
On the ride to work, I told him what I’d overheard my parents talking about.
He took my hand, squeezing it with a smile. “Well,” he said, “at least we’ve made some progress.”
I smiled too. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” I slid across the seat and wrapped my arm around his. “It doesn’t matter what they think,” I said. “I love you and that has nothing to do with them. Maybe some day they will accept us together, but we’ll be happy no matter what they think.”
He kissed my head. “It’s my mission in life to make you blissfully happy,” he rumbled.
I couldn’t help smiling. “And how do you plan to do that?” I asked curiously.
“Well,” he said, drawing out the word as his hand moved down to stroke my thigh, “we are almost at work, or I’d show you here. But you’ll just have to wait until after our shift.”
I parked the car in the café parking lot and got out, going around the front of the vehicle to take Liz’s hand as we went inside.
I know that she said she didn’t care what her parent said about us, and I believed her. But I also knew it was still new to her, going against what they said, and I wanted her to know I supported her no matter what.
We entered the building and I drew her to me, looking into her eyes. “I love you, Liz, and I would love you even if your parents hated me.”
She smiled and stood up on tiptoe, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me. “That is just one of the reasons I love you,” she said.
I smiled too. “What are the other reasons?” I asked curiously.
She shook her head, whispering, “We’ll have to wait until we’re alone for me to tell you some of them.”
“I can’t wait,” I said, kissing her again.
We parted and I watched her as she went into the dining room until the door closed between us, and then I turned to the dish room. I started organizing the dish tubs, rags and cleaners I needed for the tables when I heard a voice from the door.
“That’s a cool car,” purred the female voice.
I turned to see Teresa leaning against the door jam, noting that her uniform was unbuttoned down far enough to see her black bra and display her generous breasts.
“Yeah,” I agreed, turning back to my job, “can’t beat a Mustang.”
“I’ve always wanted to ride in a Mustang,” she said.
Her hint wasn’t exactly subtle and I didn’t want to encourage her. “I’m sure you will someday,” I said over my shoulder.
I picked up a few dish tubs and turned to head into the dining room.
“Well,” she said, stepping into my path, twirling a lock of blonde hair around her finger, and pushing her chest out to make sure I’d noticed her boobs, “I was hoping you would take me for a ride later.”
I looked at her. “You know I’m with Liz, right?”
She shrugged elegantly, “You’re only here for a few more days, and I won’t tell her.”
I nodded. “But I would,” I said, holding her gaze.
After a moment she smiled nervously and stepped aside, and moving past her, I went into the hall. Immediately I saw Mr. Parker, and couldn’t help wondering how much he’d heard. I hadn’t said anything I was ashamed of, and nodded to him on my way past.
There was a time in my life that I would have taken Teresa up on her not so subtle invitation, but those relationships had never brought me happiness, and I knew I had to change to find it. And since I met Liz, I just wasn’t interested in other women.
Going into the dining room, I automatically looked for Liz and a smile crossed my face as I found her. Setting up the tubs and cleaning supplies, I hardly took my eyes off of her. She was what made me happy. She was the only thing I wanted.
And as if she knew I was watching, she turned to me, a shy smile lighting up her face.
I certainly hadn’t forgotten about the ring I’d brought with me. I was just waiting for the right time, but all the drama with her parents had made me question when that would be. I’d decided I couldn’t wait for them to make up their minds about me and I’d go ahead with it anyway. But I was even more determined now that Liz wasn’t as worried about their opinion of me.
We would make our own family and her parents would have to decide how they were going to deal with it. I didn’t want to come between Liz and her parents, but it was their decision really.
I let Liz see me look down her slender body, my eyes lingering, stripping her naked, and then let my gaze travel slowly back up to her face.
When I met her eyes again she was blushing and my smile widened.
She smiled too and casually crossed to me and leaned in close, speaking low, “A penny for your thoughts.”
“They’re worth a lot more than that,” I answered softly, brushing her arm. “I was just thinking about how I’d love to rip that uniform off you and take you right here, up against the wall.”
“What would you do?” she whispered.
“I’d lift you up so you could wrap your legs around me, and I’d lower you down onto my cock until I filled you up all the way. Then I fuck you so good – “
At that moment we were interrupted as Mr. Parker came in through the door from the back, “Okay, time to open.”
I practically growled. Coitus interrupts by Liz’s father, again. That guy was really cramping our sex life.
Liz moved away to open the door and I watched her as the fabric of her uniform molded to her every curve as she walked away. My cock was already hard. I wasn’t sure how I was going to survive this shift.
I tried not to think about Zan while I was working, but it was so hard when he’d flirted with me so outrageously. Zan’s dirty talk can turn me on instantly, and my pussy was aching for him.
We’d been mostly staying away from each other, just trying to be content with long smoldering glances across the restaurant.
I hadn’t looked at him for a while, because I knew it was close to the end of our shift and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to contain myself much longer.
But Zan obviously didn’t like me ignoring him and he came up behind me, brushing my side as he moved past.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him move to a table and I couldn’t stop my eyes from following him.
Gathering up the dishes, he quickly arranged them in the gray tub, and then turned to me giving me a crooked smile and a wink. He knew I was watching. But how could I help myself? He was so damn sexy, and I was horny as hell.
I let him see me taking in the powerful outline of his chest and arms, shown off to perfection in the tight t-shirt he was wearing.
“Soon baby,” he mouthed to me, making me blush.
He was so confident in his ability to turn me to into a quivering mass of desire, and he was so right.
Looking down, he concentrated on wiping the table, and with a few quick strokes it was clean. Reaching up to scratch his jawline, his short nails raked through the two-days growth of beard he wore, making a rasping sound that instantly caused my whole body to react sending shivers rushing through me.
I immediately envisioned Zan’s dark head between my legs, his beard brushing the delicate skin of my inner thigh. His hot breath puffing on my lower lips before his mouth closed over me, his tongue teasing from my core to my clit before dipping inside.
My breath caught at the overwhelming desire that filled me, making me instantly wet and my whole body throb.
Shit, I wanted him so much.
I needed his hands and mouth on me, needed him inside me. No matter how many times we made love, it was never enough. I always wanted more.
Finishing with the table, he looked at me again, and he instantly knew. His gaze turned predatory and his whole body seemed to harden.
My heart was pounding and I was having trouble breathing I was so turned on, but I also knew I had to finish my shift before I could have him.
It took all my strength to turn away from him, and I was only able to do it because I knew that the sooner I finished my work, the sooner we could be together.
I made sure not to look at Zan again as I did everything I could for my tables so I could hand them off to the next waitress on shift, and then did the restocking as quickly as I could.
I couldn’t help but notice that Zan seemed to be moving around especially quickly too and I knew he was just as desperate to leave as I was.
The time seemed to pass in a blur, the sexual haze I was in making it seem infinitely longer than it really was, but finally we were finished.
I let myself look at Zan and his sexy smile made my pulse race. But I waited until we got in the car to actually touch him. I didn’t think I’d be able to control myself otherwise.
Sliding across the seat, I pressed into his side as I stroked his thigh. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you today,” I confessed.
One corner of his mouth raised in a grin. “And what were you thinking, angel?” he said wickedly.
I blushed and had to look away from his intense gaze for a moment, but met his eyes as I told him. “I was thinking about you going down on me,” I said, brushing over his cock, “and your beard against my inner thigh making me shiver all over as you tongue fucked me.”
His eyes darkened and his grin turned into a knowing smile.
“I kept thinking about you too,” he said, his voice made deeper by arousal.
He didn’t answer but started the car and pulled out onto the road.
I rubbed his cock through his jeans. “Aren’t you going to tell me?”
Wrapping one arm around me, holding me close, he placed a kiss on my head. “Of course,” he whispered against my ear, drawing his tongue along the edge and making me shiver.
He started stroking my side, brushing over the edge of my breast. “First,” he said slowly, letting each word draw out to increase my anticipation, “I’ve been imagining walking up to you and just giving your uniform a good yank so I could see your sexy body.”
He nuzzled my cheek and I was so aroused, I was practically holding my breath in anticipation.
His lips pressed to my ear. “Then,” he said, letting his hand slid down my body until he reached my thigh, “I’d spin you around, and press you up against one of the tables so you could feel my cock so hard for you.”
I gasped as I imagined what he was explaining.
His hand slipped under my skirt. Instantly I spread my legs for him and he stroked my inner thigh along the edge of my panties.
“Then,” he said almost in a whisper, “I rip your panties off so I have access to your sweet pussy.”
He gripped the lacy fabric and I thought he might actually do it, but he was just making room to slid his hand inside. With two fingers he stroked over my clit.
I felt a rush of liquid between my thighs as my pussy throbbed with need.
“I rub your clit while I get my cock out,” he said, licking my ear again, “because I want you to be so wet for me.”
He lingered, rubbing my clit, and it felt so good. My hips started moving with him and I stroked him through his pants even faster. “Then what?” I gasped.
“Then,” he said nuzzling my cheek again, “I bend you over.” He kissed my cheek and then my ear, “And I slide inside.” His fingers on my clit moved down and just barely dipped inside me. His lips pressed to my ear, “And I fuck you until you are begging for mercy.”
I was practically panting with need and a shiver ripped though me. I was going crazy for him. I was just wondering how much longer I had to wait when I realized we were pulling up to our beach house.
I’d been so preoccupied with Zan, I hadn’t even realized where we were.
I turned toward him and he grasped my head, taking my lips in a hungry kiss.
After a moment we broke apart and Zan rasped, “Inside.”
Separating only long enough to get out of the car, we immediately came together again, our bodies and lips crashing together. I felt like I couldn’t get close enough to him quickly enough. If I didn’t have him now I was going to combust.
Zan surprised me by picking me up and I wrapped my legs around him, just as he’d described earlier, and my throbbing core fit perfectly against his solid length. With a few quick steps we were at the door and he pressed me against it as he used the key.
I moaned with need. “Now, Zan,” I panted between kisses. “Take me now.”
He pushed the door open and kicked it shut behind us, pressing me against it. Reaching between us, I had his pants open in record time and grasped his hard cock, leading it to my soaking pussy just as Zan ripped my panties off.
Sinking down on him, he filled and stretched me so deliciously that I climaxed instantly.
Zan growled, “Fuck yes, baby,” and started to piston into me.
Even though I had just come, I still wanted him more than anything, and met each thrust of his hips, working with him to give us both pleasure.
His lips left mine, going to my neck, and I whimpered as I felt another climax approaching. “Zan!”
He sank into me again and again and I felt myself stiffen in his arms a moment before I came apart.
I panted, trying to catch my breath as Zan stopped, but I noticed that he didn’t come. Stroking his face I lifted his head so my lips could meet his.
He kissed me hard and I wondered what he had in mind, but he gripped the sides of my uniform and pulled. The snaps ripped open and instantly his hands were on my skin. Slipping inside my bra, he freed my breast and dipped his head, taking it into his hot mouth.
I slid my fingers into his hair and he started to move inside me again. I thought he might start out slow, but he slammed into me fast and hard, taking my breath away.
It was so good I never wanted it to end, and all too soon I felt my body approaching the edge again.
I know Zan felt it too because he sped up even more. I gripped his tight ass, holding him close. “Zan,” I gasped.
A moment later my body released and I felt the rush of pleasure that only Zan could give me. He pounded into me a half dozen more times, extending my own pleasure, before exploding into me.
“Liz,” he groaned.
His cock jerked inside me as he emptied his essence. It always made me feel so close to him to share everything we did.
We panted together as we tried to catch our breath.
He stroked my skin as he nuzzled my face, rubbing his raspy beard on me between placing soft kisses on my neck and cheeks.
My hands roamed over his back as I brushed his ear with my lips. “I love you so much, Zan,” I whispered, and pulled back to see his eyes.
A smile raised one corner of his mouth as his gaze met mine. “I love you more than anything, angel,” he said.
I smiled, feeling myself blush. “And I love what you do to me.”
He grinned, leaning in kissing my neck near my ear. “I’ll do you good and hard,” he growled, licking my neck, making his short beard rasp against my skin, “any time and any place you want.”
I shivered with desire as I remembered the vision I had at work, and my core clenched around him still inside me.
He groaned. “But I do need a little time to recover,” he said with a wink.
“I have an idea,” I said. “We can go for a walk on the beach and maybe take a swim.”
Zan nodded, “Well I guess we should do something outside the hotel room.”
I kissed him again. “I’m certainly not complaining about any of our indoor activities,” I said, “I just thought while you were recovering…” I let the sentence trail off.
He kissed me lingeringly. “What a great idea,” he said. “And I’m sure I’ll recover even more quickly when I see you in your bikini.”
Pulling out of me, he set me on my feet and quickly fastened himself back into his pants. “I’ll grab our bags from the car,” he said.
In the few moments he was gone, I removed what was left of my clothes and was just putting my bra aside when he returned.
Zan’s eyes roamed over my naked body and he crossed to me, reaching out to stroke my breast. “Mmmmm,” he hummed, “that recovery time is getting less every time I look at you, angel.”
Grabbing my ass, he pulled me to him for a quick kiss before he released me.
Taking my bag from him, I slid into my suit and then sat on the bed to watch Zan undress.
Reaching behind his head, he grabbed the collar of his t-shirt, pulling it up and off, and stretching his magnificent muscular chest to perfection. Next he unfastened his jeans, exposing, one button at a time, the dark trail of hair that led down to even better things.
With a single movement, he pushed his jeans and boxers to the floor, uncovering his strong legs and softening cock. I couldn’t stop looking at him. Every inch of him is sculpted and perfect and I had the sudden desire to kiss and lick every inch of him.
Sitting on the bed, he kicked his shoes off, pulled his trunks out of his bag and slid them on as he jumped up. He turned to me with a wink. “If you are going to keep looking at me like that, I’ll be recovered in no time.”
I smiled. “I can’t help it,” I said, crawling to him across the bed and getting to my knees so I could put my hands on his chest. “You are just so sexy.” I smoothed my hands over his defined muscles, kissing his washboard abs. “We should go swimming more often.”
“Definitely,” he agreed, lifting my chin and kissing me. “Especially if this is what it does to you. And we haven’t even made it into the water yet.”
With our arms around each other, we slowly walked down the beach. Even though it was the end of November, it was still warm and the sun felt so great on my skin.
We passed the next beach house and I noted that it was quiet and dark. It seemed deserted.
When I had booked the house for us, they had given me my pick because none of the others were occupied, and I wondered if that was still the case. Not that we’d spent much time outside our beach house, but we hadn’t seen another soul.
Walking closer to the edge of the beach, the water lazily brushed up onto the sand, washing over our toes and it was warmer than I expected.
Without warning, I lifted Liz into my arms and started running into the water. She laughed and pretended to struggle, and as the water reached my waist, I lost my footing and we both went under.
Liz wriggled out of my arms and came up a few feet away, still laughing.
Going to her, I slipped my arm around her waist, holding her close. “Hmmm,” I said, gripping the two perfect orb of her ass and pulling her against me, “I could get used to this.” The water lapped at the top of her breasts and I took advantage of the fact that they were mostly underwater to slide my hand across her peaks. “I can touch you anywhere I want, and no one can see.”
She smiled, and I felt her small hand on my stomach a second before it slid over my cock. “I see what you mean,” she said, as she stroked over me.
I groaned but I certainly wasn’t going to waste the opportunity and slipped inside the cup of her bikini top, using the pad of my thumb to brush over her rapidly hardening nipple.
I watched as her eyes darkened with desire and then let my hand travel down her body so she would know exactly where I was going. I skipped over the waist of her bikini bottoms and instead cupped her mound, stroking her gently through the thin material.
Automatically she parted her legs for me and I slid two fingers in through the side and over her clit.
A shiver of desire went through her whole body, and I swear that even underwater I felt a rush of her sweet nectar, but suddenly she pushed away from me.
I gave her a questioning look and started to move toward her, but she swam away a little. “Come get me,” she said, instantly bringing out the hunter in me. She wanted to play and I certainly wouldn’t disappoint her.
We’d never been swimming together and though I’d told her I knew how to swim, I was betting she didn’t think I was very good at it. She’d practically grown up on the beach, while I had learned at the Y pool, but I was a strong swimmer.
I used a beginners’ stroke to move toward her, and with a smile and easily avoided me. Two more times I did the same thing, making her think she was out-swimming me, and each time she let me get a little closer as she led me into deeper water.
The water was now up to her neck, and I waited until she started moving to see which direction she was going. Then diving under water, I used a few powerful strokes to reach her before she even realized where I was.
Sliding my arms around her underwater, I brought her with me as I broke the surface, and lifted her out above me as I stood. Her eyes were sparkling with laughter as I let the length of her body slid down mine, but she gasped as she felt my now hard cock.
Wrapping her arms around me, she encircled me with her legs, pressing her sweet pussy against my solid length. She met my eyes, “That didn’t take long at all,” she purred.
Cupping the back of her head, I took her lips in a searing kiss.
The water lapped around us, the natural rhythm pushing Liz against me like we were making love.
As the kiss continued, I felt Liz’s hand between us, stroking my cock, freeing it from my trunks, and then suddenly she sank down, taking me completely inside.
I kissed her harder but Liz didn’t move on me, instead, letting the ocean move her and set the pace. It was so damn sexy, Liz barely moving on me, keeping me so deep inside.
I slid my hand inside her top again, teasing one breast and then the other, until they had both come to sweet peaks.
Liz arched back and I could feel her pussy throbbing around me, squeezing me. Even with the slow pace, she was getting us both there.
Leaving her breasts, I dipped into her bikini bottoms, going directly for her nub. I stroked over it slowly at first, barely touching her, but she arched into my hand, pressing herself against me.
She started to speed up too, not content to let the water dictate the pace any longer.
I followed her lead, rubbing her clit harder and faster as she became rigid in my arms. I held her hip, helping her move on me as she got closer to the edge.
“Oh Zan,” she gasped, as her eyes slid shut, and I thrust my hips into her, meeting her strokes for a handful of minutes before she exploded.
I followed her a moment later, holding her tightly to me.
“Shiiit, angel,” I said as I kissed her forehead, “I love that you couldn’t wait to have me.”
She giggled, stroking my back. “You’ve been driving me crazy all day,” she said, kissing my neck.
For the next couple of hours, we played in the ocean, swimming and teasing each other underwater.
Since it was so late in the year, the sun set early. We sat on the edge of the water, letting it lap at our feet as we watched the sun sink beneath the horizon.
The colors in the fall sky were amazing and I held Liz close, thinking it was one of the best days we’d had recently.
As the last sliver of sun disappeared, I turned to Liz with a smile. “You know what I’m thinking?” I whispered in her ear.
“What?” she said turning to me.
I stroked my thumb along the edge of my jaw, making a rasping sound against the short growth of beard just as Liz had mentioned earlier.
I felt a shiver of desire rush through her, which made my own body harden.
“I think we should see,” I said, “how many times I can make you cum with my tongue inside you.”
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