Arms of an Artist Part 10


Part 10


(Zan’s POV)

I woke up with a smile on my face.

The time Liz and I had spent together yesterday was part of it, of course. After we’d gone swimming, we went inside and I’d settled between her legs, greedy for the taste and smell of her, and wanting to fulfill the fantasy she’d described to me. With my tongue and fingers I brought her to orgasm again and again until she practically passed out. I had let her sleep a little and then we’d made love until we had to go back to her parents’ house.

The other reason I was smiling was because I had a surprise planned for Liz today after work. I knew it was something she’d enjoy, and I was certainly looking forward to the end of the evening when we would be alone.

I started to get out of bed, and groaned when I realized I was sporting an erection. It was true I had one most mornings, but now it was just annoying. At home, Liz was always willing and eager to help me with it, but here it would be hours until we were together.

Stripping off my boxers, I got in the shower and leaned against the wall, letting the water slide over me. Taking my aching cock in hand, I started to think about my angel.

It always amazes me how much she wants me. It seems like she can never get enough of me and I certainly feel the same about her. We can satisfy each other for a while, but we always need more.

That’s just one of the things that makes us so perfect for each other.

Last night she’d been wild for me, eagerly taking everything I gave her and asking for more.

With a smile, I wondered if she’d be sore today after our marathon session. I certainly thought she’d have a bit of razor burn on the inside of her thighs because I’d spent so much time between her legs savoring her sweet pussy.

As I pulled at my cock, I relived every luscious lick of her clit and each thrust of my tongue inside her, the taste and smell of her surrounding me. I could feel her soft thighs against my face, her hand gripping my hair and her velvety passage pulsing around me as she approached the edge.

When I knew she was almost at climax, I’d looked up along the length of her body to see her arched back with eyes closed and lips parted as I gave her the ultimate pleasure.

And as Liz came in my mind, so did I in the present, my cock jerking in my hand.

My body was willing, but my mind definitely missed being inside my angel.

Finishing my shower, I quickly dressed and left my room so I could have a moment with Liz before breakfast. I went down the hall and was just passing the stairs when she emerged from her room.

She looked so beautiful and I swept her into an embrace, kissing her thoroughly. Her arms wrapped around me and she returned my kisses eagerly.

Finally we parted but I kept her encircled in my arms, holding her close and I smiled at the look of surprise still on her face. “Good morning, angel.”

“Good morning,” she said.

I kissed her again. “I’m so happy to be with you again.”

“I’m happy to see you too,” she said softly. “I hate that we have to be apart at night.”

I kissed her forehead. “Just a few more days and we’ll be home and in our own bed again,” I assured her.

“I can’t wait,” she said with a sexy smile.

I practically groaned. I could feel myself getting hard again.

She smoothed her hands over my chest. “I’m glad you talked me into working at the café instead of defying my dad. I think it has helped him to get to know you better, and even like you a little.”

“Just a little?” I teased.

“Well,” she said, hugging me closer, “you are kind of hard to like.”

I leaned in speaking softly. “That’s not the way I remember it,” I said. “I remember you practically stripping me naked with your eyes the first time we saw each other.”

She blushed but held my gaze. “Oh really?” she asked. “Who was it that drew me naked in every room of his house?”

“Mmmmm,” I hummed, grabbing her sweet ass and holding her against me. “And since then I’ve had you naked in every room of the house.”

She wiggled against me, “And in quite a few other places too,” she whispered.

“And I intend to have you in quite a few more,” I assured her, “but we’d better get down to breakfast before your parents come looking for us.”

(Liz’s POV)

Breakfast seemed a bit more casual than it had the last few days and I was wondering if my parents were finally stating to loosen up a bit about Zan.

The conversation was more normal and they were talking to Zan as if they actually didn’t hate him.

I was smiling as we left the house and the smile was still on my face as we arrived at work.

Unfortunately it didn’t last long because one of the first things I saw after we opened was Theresa with her hands on Zan.

He was checking to make sure the waitress station was fully stocked, and I did have admit that he was mouthwateringly beautiful in the tight uniform t-shirt.

Theresa obviously thought so too. She went up to him and wrapped her hands around his bicep as she purred at him, “Oh thanks Zan. It’s so nice of you to help us set up. Most of the other guys would never do that, but they’re not gentlemen like you are.”

He met her gaze as he spoke. “I’m doing it for Liz,” he said simply. “Remember Liz, my girlfriend?” He looked down at her hands on him. “And I’m really not comfortable with you touching me.”

“Oh,” she simpered, giggling nervously, “you don’t mind me admiring and complimenting you on your amazing body, do you? You must work out so much to be so hard,” she paused for effect, “everywhere.”

I was fuming mad. I couldn’t believe she would hit on him right in front of me. I felt like marching over and punching her.

Zan held her gaze. “Please take your hands off me,” he said directly.

She giggled again, but released him, and shook her hair, which made her boobs bounce enticingly. “Such a gentleman,” she repeated with a wink before turning to the couple at a nearby table.

As she looked toward me, I held her gaze, letting her know I’d seen the whole thing. But the smile on her face never wavered. She really was shameless.

I have to admit that I watched her almost as much as I watched Zan during our shift, but she stayed away from him for the rest of the breakfast and lunch shift. I was just starting to relax, when I saw her approach him again.

He was leaning over a table, rapidly wiping it down and Theresa came up behind him, letting her hand trail over his lower back. “I think today would be great for a drive in your car, heading down south,” she said suggestively.

Instantly I was infuriated and reached them faster than I thought possible.

Theresa and Zan turned at the same time to see me and I saw a look of satisfaction flash through Zan’s eyes.

I looked right at Theresa. “Zan already told you to keep your hands off him, Theresa,” I said, barely keeping my anger in check. “And sexual harassment works both ways.”

“Harassment?” she said with feigned shock. “No, I was just telling him I could show him some of the scenery around here that you might have forgotten.”

Zan nodded. “And I was just about to say that I wasn’t interested.”

She shrugged elegantly, “I bet you’d be interested if your little high-schooler didn’t have you on such a short leash. But oh well, your loss.” She started to walk away and then called back over her shoulder. “Call me if you every want to play with the big girls.”

I rolled my eyes at her retreating back.

Zan kissed me on the temple. “My hero,” he said.

I smiled at him. “Saving you from marauding tramps,” I teased. “I bet she’s ‘played’ with every guy between here and the Georgia border.”

Zan chuckled. “I’ll bet you’re right. She certainly isn’t shy about it, is she?”

I paused for a moment as a thought rushed through my head. “But I am shy sometimes,” I said meeting his eyes, and then looked down. “I’ll bet you wish I was more forward like Theresa.”

“Hey,” he said, touching my arm, “I love that you are shy sometimes and aggressive sometimes. I love that I can still make you blush. I want you to feel comfortable with everything we do, and if something makes you shy, we can work through them together.”

I blushed, meeting his eyes. “What if I never get over my shyness about some things?”

He smiled. “Then we’ll have a lot of fun working on them,” he said softly.

I threw my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly and he hugged me back. I knew we were in the dining room surrounded by customers but I just didn’t care.

Zan was so good to me and sometimes I felt like I didn’t deserve him.

But the moment was broken by a customer at a nearby table clearing his throat. “Umm, I hate to interrupt, but can we get a refill on our coffee.”

I turned to them with a smile. “Sure.”


I stayed near Zan the rest of our shift so I could make sure Theresa wasn’t harassing him again, but she simply did her job and acted like it had never happened. So I was able to concentrate on finishing my shift.

I was just looking forward to being alone with Zan, and finally we were free.

Getting in the car, we headed to the beach house. With all the weirdness at work, I didn’t have that overwhelming hunger for Zan like I had yesterday, but as soon as we were alone I intended to have my way with him. I’d show him who was shy!

Suddenly I realized that I didn’t have my house key.

I’d packed my bag that morning with a change of clothes and a few other things, like I always did, but I’d left my keys on the dresser.

Normally I wouldn’t have worried about it because my parents would be up to let us in when we come home. But tonight was the night before Thanksgiving and that meant we didn’t have to get up early to go to work. It was also our six-month anniversary and I was determined to stay out as late as possible to make the most of every moment we had together. We would certainly need that key to get back into my parents’ house so we wouldn’t wake them.

And when I told Zan, he agreed and drove to my parents house.

Luckily, it was Wednesday, which meant my mom would be having lunch at our house with her friends. So I could just run in and get the key, and it would only take a couple of minutes.

Opening the door, I went inside and instantly heard the voices and laughter of my mother's friends coming from the dining room. Since I had to pass the room to get to the stairs, I was about stick my head through the doorway to say a brief hello, but hearing my name from inside made me stop.

"If I were a couple of years younger, I'd give Liz a run for her money," said a woman's voice.

"You'd have to be more than a couple of year younger, Tiff," another woman said. "Try twenty."

Laughter erupted in the room.

Tiff spoke up. "But you have to admit, Helen, that Zan is a good looking man."

"Gorgeous," Helen said. "And polite too. I talked to him a little at your party, Nancy. He was nothing like those brooding artists you hear about who are constantly drinking, or do anything for attention."

"And," Tiff said, "it doesn't hurt that he's loaded."

More laughter.

Another voice joined in but I recognized it as my mother's friend Sharon, who was at the art show. "And he and Liz are so obviously in love. Nancy, I know you're glad that she found such a great guy. I mean, what more could you want?"

"Well," my mother said, "we've always wanted Liz to marry into a good family and Jeff's especially concerned that Zan doesn't know anything about his past."

"A good family?" Helen said with a laugh. "You are such snobs, Nancy. It's not like you're Kennedys for hell's sakes. Anyway, in New York a successful artist is more like royalty."

"Do you think we're being snobs?" my mom asked. "I really like Zan, he's a great guy, smart, determined, a hard worker, and very talented, just like the kind of person I always imagined Liz with, but they come from such different worlds. I mean, what would you really think if your daughters were dating him?"

"With the recommendation you just gave him, I'd put my daughters on the list to date him if they weren't already married," Tiff said.

"Nancy," Sharon started, "I think you're making a mountain out of a mole hill. Give the kid a chance, and tell Jeff to get off his high-horse."

My mother continued, "Jeff's also concerned that Liz will get too entangled into the relationship or maybe Zan will convince her to drop out of school and her future will be ruined."

Sharon jumped in, "What would make you think that? Didn't you hear him talking about her at the art show? He was so proud of what she's accomplished at school."

"He was?" my mother asked surprised.

Sharon laughed. "He was bragging to anyone who listen about what a great student she is, and about all the hard classes she's taking, and how he loves help her study because he regrets that he never went to college and he's learning so much stuff too."

"Listen Nancy," Helen said, "Liz has a good head on her shoulders. You and Jeff gave her that foundation. Do you really think she'd be with someone who wouldn't want what's best for her? She's smarter than that. Give her some credit."

"And think of the beautiful children they would have," Tiff teased.

They all laughed again.

I blushed, but thought I'd better let them know I was there in case they decided to start discussing our sex life.

Going back, I quietly opened the door and shut it harder, and stomped a bit coming up the hall. This time I went to the doorway and looked in.

"Hi," I said with a wave, encompassing all of the women in the room with my gaze.

"Liz," my mom said, looking kind of guilty, probably because they'd been discussing me, "I didn't expect you. I thought you and Zan had plans."

I nodded. "I thought we'd be out late and I forgot my key."

"Where is Zan?" Helen asked.

"Waiting in the car," I said, motioning over my shoulder.

"Where are you going?" my mother asked, but Tiff talked over the top of her.

"Well don't let us hold you up, hun," Tiff said with a smile. “I'm sure you have much more fun things to do than talk to a bunch of old ladies."

I started to object that they weren't old, but they all giggled and Helen and Tiff waved, and I had the feeling they wanted me to go so they could continue their discussion about me and Zan.

"Nice to see all of you," I said, and then ran up the stairs and grabbed my key. On the way out of the house, I waved again and then I was out the door in the car with Zan.

"Sorry that took so long," I said, wrapping my arm around his. "But I was just listening to my mom's friends telling her how good you are for me."

"Really?" he said surprised.

"I guess you made quite a good first impression on them," I told him.

He kissed my head. "I'm just glad I made a good first impression on you," he purred.

"Me too," I said, snuggling into his side. "I can't even imagine the last six month without you."

"They have been the happiest days of my life," he said softly.

"I'm glad," I said hugging him closer, "because I feel the same way."

We drove in silence the rest of the way to the beach house. I was just happy to be with Zan and happy he felt the same way.

As we approached the turn-off, I noticed that Zan was going pretty fast, and in fact he drove right past it. Looking up at him, I asked, "Where are we going?"

He smiled. "It's a surprise."

I should have known he had something planned since it was our anniversary.

We continued along the road a couple more minutes and he turned into the main entrance for the Castaway. Our beach house was on the grounds and belonged to the hotel, but we hadn't been inside the ultra-modern high rise that contained the main hotel.

I was confused for a moment, wondering if Zan had gotten us a room, but that didn't make sense. He must be taking us somewhere inside.

Glancing at our clothes, I wondered what he had in mind. "Ummm," I started, "we're still wearing our uniforms. Won't we be a little underdressed?"

He kissed my head. “We won’t have them on for long,” he said.

Now I was really confused. “Are we getting a room?”

Zan shrugged. “Kind of,” he said mysteriously.

We pulled up to the entrance and the valet came to take the car, but Zan made him wait until he got our bags from the back before handing over the keys.

Hefting the bags over his shoulder, he wrapped his arm around my waist and together we went into the hotel.

We got some strange looks as we entered the posh lobby, but I didn’t care. I was too curious about what we were doing.

I looked around, amazed at the expensive stores in the lobby; several clothing boutiques, two jewelers, a golf shop, a tennis shop, an art gallery, an upscale souvenir shop, a place that sold decorative things for houses, and even a Godiva chocolate shop.

Zan led me past the front desk and down a side hallway where we also walked past a barber shop, hair salon, cigar shop, a gourmet food and liquor store, and shoe shine stand.

It seemed that once you arrived, the hotel wanted to keep you there by offering everything you might want or need.

We walked past all of the shops and down to the end of the hall. There only seemed to be one door but I couldn’t imagine that was our destination and looked around for another possibility.

But Zan led me directly to the door and pulled it open so I could go in.

I stopped to give him a suspicious look. “A spa?”

He smiled. “I thought it might be nice for us both to get a little pampering on our vacation.”

“You’re coming too?” I asked surprised.

“Sure,” he said. “I signed us up for a couple’s session.”

Zan constantly surprised me. Not only did he do something thoughtful for me, but he wanted to participate. He wasn’t even worried that it might seem less than manly. And it made me love him even more.

Standing on tiptoes, I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss. “It’s a perfect surprise. Thank you.”

We went inside and the attendant led us back to a room with two massage tables pushed together and two plush reclining chairs, and a spectacular view of the beach.

The attendant handed us each a folded robe. “The windows are tinted so you can see out, but no one can see in. So don’t worry about prying eyes. Just take your clothes off, slip into these. The masseuses will be in directly.”

After she left, I opened my robe to discover that it was really more of a large belted towel, but it was so soft and luxurious. Putting it aside, I went to Zan, reaching for the fastening on his jeans.

“What are you doing?” he asked with a smile.

“Helping you out of your clothes,” I said as I worked the buttons open.

He pulled his shirt over his head. “Oh,” he murmured. “I didn’t know this was part of the massage.”

“Well,” I said, explaining, “it is a couple’s massage, so I thought we should do everything together.” I hooked my two thumbs in the top of his boxers and pushed them and his jeans down revealing his thick erection. “Although,” I said, reaching out to stroke him, “I think we’ll have to wait to take care of this until after the massage.”

Kneeling in front of him, I lifted each of his feet, removing his boots and socks and stripping his clothes the rest of the way off. Impulsively, I closed my mouth over his rigid cock, sucking him hard for a moment before I let him slide out of my mouth.

Zan groaned, putting a hand to my shoulder, and I stood up, my eyes taking in every inch of his magnificent body. “Beautiful,” I said.

Smiling, he reached out and with a single movement pulled open the buttons of my uniform. They made a satisfying ripping sound, and he pushed it down my arms, letting it fall to the floor.

Brushing a palm over each breast, he made sure to stroke my nipples with his thumbs before undoing front fastening of my bra. When it was on the floor beside my uniform, he palmed my breasts again, teasing my nipples into hard points.

Then he suddenly knelt before me, quickly taking my breast into his mouth and licking my nipple.

I gasped, reaching for his shoulders and he took the opportunity to strip off my panties and shoes and socks.

I thought he was getting up, but he grasped my hips, pulling me to him as he dipped down and took a long lick across my clit. I shivered with desire and I swear my knees nearly went out from under me.

Looking up, he met my eyes. “Just a taste to hold me over,” he said with a wicked smile.

This time he did get up and I unfolded his towel to discover it was about half the size of mine. Of course it only needed to cover half of him. Wrapping it around his waist, it reached almost to his knees and I helped him fasten it. Meanwhile, he took the opportunity to stroke any part of my body he could reach.

When I had him secured in his towel, he reached for mine and enfolded me in it, using the excuse of trying to figure out how to tie it, to reach in and brush two fingers over my clit.

“I don’t know if I can keep my hands to myself,” he said fastening me in. “You are so damned sexy.”

I pressed myself against him. “At least wait until we’re alone or you will shock the poor masseuses.”

He grabbed my ass. “I don’t know how relaxing this will be with you being so close with so little on and I can’t do anything about it.”

We’d just gathered up our clothes when there was a knock at the door. I smiled realizing they would probably walk in on people doing all kinds of things in the room if they didn’t knock first.

I quickly said, “Come in,” so they wouldn’t think they were interrupting us.

I chuckled as Liz called out to the masseuses to come in. I knew exactly why she’d done it and I looked to see if she was blushing.

Her cheeks were a little pink, giving away that we’d been fooling around.

Even though she was covered by the towel from chest to mid-thigh, she still looked incredibly sexy to me. And I told Liz the truth that I would have a hard time keeping my hands off her.

My eyes went to the door as the two ladies entered. I’d requested older women so Liz wouldn’t have anything to be jealous about, and so I wouldn’t have to watch a man touching my Liz, even if it was in a therapeutic way.

The two women who entered were older than Liz’s mother and I smiled approvingly.

They motioned us to the recliners and we took a seat and they started to put some kind of blue goop on our faces. It was cool and tingled a bit and felt kind of nice, and looked over to see Liz smiling.

Another woman came in pushing a room service cart that held a plate of hors d’oeuvres and a bottle in a bucket of ice. “Caviar and sparkling cider,” she said.

Opening the cider, she poured and handed us each a glass and prepared two plates with caviar and sour cream on crackers and some large, ripe strawberries.

We ate and drank as the women massaged our scalps and faces, and I couldn’t help but notice how much Liz was enjoying the strawberries. She looked almost blissful.

Then they washed the blue stuff off us and took us over to the tables.

We laid down and I watched the women fold down Liz’s towel, exposing her smooth, creamy back, making me realize I had neglected it lately in our lovemaking. I had the urge to jump across to Liz’s table and straddle her as I kissed and licked every inch, making her shiver with desire.

Instead, I held her gaze as I reached out taking her hand, and brought it to my mouth, placing a soft kiss on her knuckles, and kept her hand in mine as they started the massage.

As I watched the woman work on Liz, I couldn’t help imagining it was my hands on her, giving her pleasure. I’d often massaged Liz to relax her when she was stressed from school, or as foreplay, and she’d done the same for me. I loved to have her hands on me whether we ended up making love or not.

The massage continued and I could see in her eyes that her whole body was relaxing, and occasionally she made small contented sounds. Once she even murmured, “Oh, that’s nice.”

I made a mental note of what the woman was doing to her so I could attempt to repeat it.

For an hour we were kneaded and rubbed and even though I wasn’t being turned on by the hands on me, it was definitely sensual to be taken to such a relaxed state with Liz right beside me.

And of course I always wanted her. And as soon as we were alone together, I intended to have her.

When the massage was finally over, Liz had a content, sleepy look on her face that was almost the same as the one she had after we made love. Almost.

I was ready to give her the real thing.

Liz’s masseuse helped her fix her towel and then we followed her to our next destination.

The woman took us to a small steam room with benches on three sides. It had enough space for six people to lay down, but I’d booked it just for the two of us so we could have some privacy.

We took a seat as the woman started the steam and the room filled quickly with hot, wet air. With a smile she went to the door, reminding us she’d be back in half an hour.

Plenty of time to have my way with Liz a few times.

As the door closed, separating us from the rest of the world, I reached for Liz, slipping my hand behind her head and bringing her to me for a kiss.

Our lips met, and with my other hand I went for the tie on Liz’s towel, but she suddenly slipped away from me, getting up.

I smiled at her. “Where are you going, angel?”

She went to the door and flicked the lock. “Just making sure we really have some privacy,” she said.

I expected her to come back to me, but instead she went to one of the benches on the side and bent down, putting her hands on it and causing her towel lift up so I could see the edge of her sweet ass.

For a moment I was confused, but she looked over her shoulder at me, “This towel isn’t exactly like my uniform, but I bet we could make the rest of your fantasy come true.”

Instantly I understood what she meant. She was talking about the fantasy I’d told her about yesterday as we drove to the beach house. I loved that she remembered, and I loved even more that she wanted to give it to me.

I couldn’t suppress a groan of pure desire as I went to her. Gripping her hips and held her as I pressed my rock-hard cock against her ass.

“Oh baby,” I whispered, licking her ear, “you are so damn sexy.”

Yes, I had a raging hard-on, but I intended to take a bit more time than the fantasy I’d related to Liz.

I started by wrapping an arm around her waist to hold her to me as I kissed the back of her neck. I alternated using my lips and tongue to taste her, raking my teeth gently over her shoulder.

With my free hand, I worked the top of her towel down to expose her breasts and more of her back, determined to fulfill my new resolution to worship the neglected area. Cupping one perfect breast, I lazily brushed my palm over her as I used my lips to work my way down her spine.

She arched into me, looking for each of my kisses as her sweet ass began to rock against my erection. I felt her nipple harden in the palm of my hand and switched to use my thumb to stroke over it.

She gasped and I felt the jolt of electricity that rushed through her, and worked my way back up her spine until I reached her neck. I kissed her hard, nipping and licking just where I know she loves It, and her entire body bowed to my lips.

I left her breast and let her feel me skim my hand down her body, parting her towel to find her clit. She gasped again when I touched her there and I knew she was anticipating me being inside her.

In the fantasy I’d told her yesterday, I played with her clit as I freed my cock and slid into her.

I released her waist to get my cock into position, but instead of entering her, I slid myself along her lower lips.

She moved her hips, trying to bring me inside, but I took hold of her waist again, controlling her. I kissed her neck near her ear and whispered, “Not yet, baby.”

I continued to kiss and lick her neck as I slowly stroked her clit, and I started to move my hips so my cock slid against her lower lips.

Liz moved with me, covering my hand around her waist with her own, her hips keeping the same rhythm I was setting, trying to bring me closer.

I kept this up for a few long minutes and I could feel her getting slicker by the moment. Her juices were coating her lower lips and my cock and I angled myself so I would part her lips and delve a bit deeper.

Once again Liz tried to grind against me and bring me inside, but I held her firmly around the waist and she could only move so far.

But I was getting desperate to be inside her too.

I leaned forward, pressing her against the bench so she couldn’t move, and drew back so my cock was right at the entrance of her sweet pussy. I pushed forward just a little so my tip was pressing into her, but not quite inside.

Her breath came in quick pants, anticipating what I was doing.

I held her tight, knowing how sensitive she was and that my cock would drive her crazy.

Returning to her neck, I started to kiss her hard as I slowly stroked my fingers over her clit. She arched into me, her body shivering as she tried to move against me. But I wouldn’t let her. It was my fantasy and I wasn’t going to let it end so quickly.

I sped up on her clit and let my teeth graze over her should blade. One of her hands tightened over my hand on her waist, and the other reached back, grasping my ass. “Please Zan,” she gasped. “I want you so much.”

I could hear the desperation in her voice and knew she was almost there. I rubbed her clit even harder and felt her body stiffening as the orgasm approached, and when I thought she was on the edge, I plunged into her.

She came immediately but I didn’t even let her get a breath. Still holding her hard against the bench, I pounded into her, setting a furious pace that she matched immediately.

Oh shit it felt so good to finally be inside her and I didn’t think I was going to be able to last long. I continued to rub her clit hard as I sank into her again and again.

“Zan!” she cried out, “Oh yes!”

At this angle I hit her G spot with every thrust and I knew she would quickly reach the edge. I felt her pussy throbbing around me, squeezing me and sped up even more.

“Shit, baby,” I groaned, “Fuck.”

She came a moment later and I sank deep inside her, letting myself explode, my hips pumping against her as I emptied myself.

I continued to hold her close, stroking her clit to draw out her pleasure and soothe her down. Her whole body was so boneless and satisfied and I smiled knowing I had done it to her.

I kissed and nuzzled her neck, “That was so good, angel,” I whispered. “Thank you for giving me my fantasy.”

Reaching back she cupped my cheek. “You give me so much, Zan, and I love being able to give you whatever small thing I can in return.”

I pulled out of her, so I could turn her and see her face.

“It’s not a small thing, angel,” I said, stroking her cheek. “You listen and remember what I want and try to give it to me. It shows me so clearly how much you love me.”

She smiled, “I love you more than anything and I just want you to be happy.”

I held her close, pressing my lips to her forehead. “And I love you, Liz.”

I helped her fix her towel and we sat together on one of the benches, arms wrapped around each other. I had no idea how much more time we had, but I was content to spend it with Liz in my arms.



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