“Do you prefer the sunrise, or sunset?” he questions, completely changing the subject from our prior one revolving around favorite foods.
“I don’t know; I’ve never given it much thought,” I answer honestly. “What about you?”
“Even though sunset is the sexier answer—dreamy, romantic, when people fall in love under the stars, and all that jazz—I love when the dawn breaks. It reminds me each new day is exactly that, an opportunity for a new beginning, another chance to take control of your life and own it,” he replies poignantly. “Plus, if you really think about it, sharing a sunrise with someone is even more romantic than a sunset, because it usually means you’ve spent the entire night together, either talking or…” he chuckles lightly, “…well, either way, you’ve spent the entire night together enjoying each other’s company.”
His words are so profound, so heartfelt; I’m not quite sure what to say. After a few thoughtful moments, I ask, “Do you own your life?”
Leo stares out over the sandy shoreline, considering his answer as the sun says its final goodbye to the day before vanishing into the midnight blue waters. I’m afraid I’ve offended him with my question, but eventually, he swivels his neck around to fixate his gaze on me.
“I do now.”
Something about the way he says those three words sends a tingle shooting up my spine and goose bumps racing down my arms. I simply nod, afraid some crazy shit will fly out of my mouth if I open it.
“Come here, Trystan,” he requests, his eyes still locked on mine.
“I’m right here,” I whisper.
He spreads his legs, making an opening between them, and pats the chair. “No. Come here.”
Thank God I only have to take roughly two steps to get from my chair to, his because my legs are shaking so hard with anticipation of what’s about to happen I can barely walk. As gracefully as possible, which is the equivalent of an elephant on stilts, I position myself on his chair in-between his legs like he instructed. He loops his arms around my round belly and gently coaxes me back to recline on his very bare chest.
“Relax, beautiful,” he breathes into my ear.
I love the way he says beautiful like it’s my name. I want to freeze-frame this moment in time.
We lay like that for some time, watching as the little bit of remaining glow from the sun disappears and gives way to the deep navy sky. Without any clouds impeding the view, it seems the millions of stars in the heavens should be visible, but sadly, only a choice few are in sight due to the surrounding bright lights of civilization.
Leo’s fingertips begin softly tracing designs across my swollen abdomen, the movement so lazily dreamy I’m not even sure he realizes he’s doing it. Nonetheless, it feels natural and protective, and I like it way more than I should.
“So you leave tomorrow?” I ask, already knowing the answer. I need to hear him confirm it to remind me this feeling will be short-lived.
He grunts with frustration and tilts his head forward slightly, intimately rubbing his nose up and down the length of my ear. “Yeah, but I don’t want to worry about that right now, and I told you to relax.”
A whimper escapes me as he nibbles a path from my neck to my shoulder, and the internal battle I haven’t had to fight in several months commences. If I allow this to go much further, I’m going to hit the point of no return, and there is no cage that can contain my raging hormones once I’m there.
I know the score; I’ve known it from the very beginning, and yet I decided to play anyway, thinking it was a pipe dream he’d want anything to do with me in this sense. But now, here I sit—in his lap with his hot, wet mouth leaving a blazing trail of nips and kisses across my smooth skin as his fingers slowly draw loopty-loops on the part of my body I consider to be my number one male turn-off.
It’s decision time, and whatever I decide, I need to own it.
“You’re still not relaxing,” he murmurs into my hairline. “I can feel your jaw clenching over and over again, and your shoulders are way too tight.”
“You’re driving me crazy,” I explain.
“Crazy how?”
“I don’t know whether to spin around and fuck you on this chair, or to leave now and save myself the tiny amount of remaining dignity I still have.” I can’t believe I just admitted that aloud.
My admission is greeted with silence, broken only by long, even, purposeful successions of inhaling and exhaling…and if I’m not mistaken, a slight jolt against my bum pressed snugly against his crotch. Then, without warning, he stands up swiftly, taking me with him as he cradles me in his arms, holding me flush against his chest.
I watch with total bewilderment as he carries me inside the room and gently lowers me onto the plush, oversized bed. On my back, at a slight incline with the pillows propped up behind my head and neck, shirtless Leo in all his glory is on his knees straddling my legs, and his face is hovering directly above mine. His brandy-colored irises are glued to mine, as if they’re searching for some hidden, locked-away secret.
“I didn’t ask you up here to fuck you, as you so eloquently put it, nor do I want to destroy your dignity.” His face softens as he continues, “I loved hanging out with you today, so much so that I didn’t want it to end. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable out there; that wasn’t my intention at all. Instead of just telling you how beautiful you are, I wanted you to feel it too. You deserve that, and I’d be a damn liar if I said I don’t wish I could show you that for days and nights to come. But, the reality is, I can’t do that.”
“Then show me right now. Make me feel beautiful, Leo.”
There.
Decision made.
I’m owning this shit.
“THEN SHOW ME RIGHT NOW. Make me feel beautiful, Leo.”
The words echo in my ears loud and clear, and as I look down into her pleading, exquisite, emerald eyes, I know there’s no way I’m going to disappoint her. I want to make her feel like the most magnificent creature, because she most definitely is. Without remorse, without regret, I plan to worship every fucking inch of her petite body.
“My pleasure, Miss Trystan.”
A feral growl releases from my throat as my mouth crashes onto hers, her sweet lips parting eagerly for my tongue to explore, to conquer. We kiss like we’ve been doing it our entire lives, our mouths two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together. Her arms reach up and cup the back of my neck, holding my face to hers as her legs lock around my waist. My fingers quickly find her long, flaxen tresses—threading, tugging, and tilting—while my mouth wanders away from her mouth, but doesn’t leave her soft skin. Across her jawline, beyond her neck, down to her chest, I kiss, lick, and nibble my way to her large, heaving breasts struggling to break free from the swimsuit top and sundress still holding them hostage.
“Off. All of it off,” I grumble with frustration against the fabric.
I sit upright, pulling her with me, and in seconds, I’ve disrobed her completely, leaving her completely naked spread out atop the sheets. “Fuck, Trys, you’re stunning,” I hiss, shamelessly gawking at her in all of her splendor, on display beneath me. “I’m going to devour you now.”
Her eyes grow wide at my words, and with a wicked curl of her lips, she reaches up and palms my rock-hard cock through my shorts. “Not if I devour you first.” Then, almost as quickly as I removed her clothing, she’s unbuttoned, unzipped, and freed my steeled shaft, all with one hand. My focus momentarily shifts from her to where her hand is lightly caressing me, and then I lose all control.
Gently grabbing both of her wrists, I detach them from my throbbing cock—I don’t want this to end before we really get started—and lift them over her head. “Try to keep them here as long as you can, beautiful,” I instruct. She whimpers in defiance, but does as she’s told and leaves them on the pillow.
I finish the job she started with my shorts, ridding myself of them completely and tossing them onto the floor next to the pile of her clothes, and then I nudge her thighs
open to position myself between them. Carefully crawling up her frame, I plant several more hungry kisses onto her mouth before making my descent down her supple, ivory body. I detour from my final destination to give each breast equal treatment, massaging, flicking, twisting, and sucking, while my cock pulsates with desire at each little noise she makes.
When I can no longer deny myself the taste of that sweet pussy I know is waiting for me, I lower myself the rest of the way down until I’m face-to-face with the grand prize. Purposely, I linger inches away, inhaling the scent of her arousal and savoring the sight of slickness already glistening on her lower lips.
“Leo, please,” she implores me in a raspy, guttural voice.
No further begging is necessary. I want a taste of her succulent honey more than she could ever imagine. Eating pussy used to be my thing; I loved it as much as I loved fucking, sometimes more. But ever since I moved away, I’ve refrained; I just wasn’t ready to move past her. Now, however, she’s a part of my past, a past I have no interest in reliving. This impressive, splendid young woman wriggling her pretty little pussy right in front of my face is the only thing on my menu.
“This is all for you, beautiful,” I say as I bring my mouth to the sensitive area inside her thigh, licking my way up to her sex.
My tongue traces each of her puffy lips at an excruciatingly slow pace—up, down, and up again. Then, sliding between them, I use my fingers to hold her open, giving me access to her hard little nub and aching slit. I lick every square inch of her, alternating the pressure from as light as a butterfly’s flutter to as forceful as leathery lapping, and then suck, flick, and nibble on her pebbled pearl of pleasure until her movements transform into all-out writhing.
Drifting down to her opening, I continue my relentless oral assault, tracing my tongue around the edge, then dipping inside her hot core. Holy fucking shit, she tastes like cotton candy. My tongue plunges deep inside her, unable to get enough, lapping at her like she’s the oasis to my desert. My fingers travel up to her clit and rub hard little circles on the pressure point as I continue to consume her.
“Fuck, Leo, I’m gonna…I can’t…mmmm!” Trystan’s moans and mewls of ecstasy only drive me further, making me want more and more. Her legs swap back and forth between opening wide and granting me full access, to locking tightly like a vise around my head, all the while, her hips grind and gyrate against my face, into my mouth, feeding me what I crave. Every so often, I withdraw both my mouth and my hand just to hear her wanton pleas for more. Hearing that sweet voice call out my name is the sexiest fucking thing ever.
Sweat beads up on my forehead, which only tells me I’m finally working hard enough, hard enough to deserve that sweet cum she’s going to deliver soon. No longer able to take it, her hands leave the pillow and fly to the back of my head, grabbing ahold of any hair she can. Chuckling, I know she’s close, and not wanting to torment her any longer, I thrust my tongue inside her hotbox and curl it upwards to rub against the silken front wall just as I slap her clit hard with my hand and rub it out with figure-eights.
Sweaty thighs squeeze the sides of my head as she locks her ankles behind my neck and bucks her hips into my face. “Leo, ohmygawd, ohmygawd, oh Leooooo…” Her pussy grips my tongue as she comes hard; her juicy nectar flows into my mouth, tasting better than anything I’ve ever experienced. Ever.
I keep my mouth on her, not wanting to break contact, until her body stops trembling completely and I feel her melt into the sheets. Begrudgingly, I tear my face from her pussy and lift up to lock eyes with her. Her wild, blonde hair is splayed across the pillows, her eyes are still heavy-lidded from the orgasm, but best of all, she’s wearing a sated smile, telling me everything I need to know.
“You feel beautiful now, Trys?” I ask hoarsely.
She opens her lids a bit more and crooks her finger, beckoning me to her. “Come here,” she mumbles. My dick is still fully erect as I slide up next to her on the bed, but all I care about is her happiness in this moment.
As my head hits the pillow next to hers, she rolls on her side to face me. “That is an amazing talent you have, especially for an old man,” she teases. Her tongue darts out of her mouth to lick the stickiness from my lips before I can reply, and I groan as my cock jerks hard against her leg. “My turn to show you my talents.”
I throw my head back and close my eyes as she gradually makes her way down my body. The moment her petite hand wraps around my balls and I feel the wet tip of her warm tongue swirl around my head, I’m done for. She is a very, very talented young woman indeed.
Some loud dipshit running through the hallway of the hotel wakes me up in the dead of night. It’s pitch black in the room and I can barely make anything out, but there’s no denying the warm, soft body snuggled up next to me. Trystan’s even, controlled breaths tells me she’s still asleep, and it’s a good thing, ‘cause I would’ve had to tear that fucker a new one if he’d woken her up. Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her tiny, naked frame even closer to me than it already was. The clock reads 3:45, and I know my hours with her are limited; I want to relish every moment I have left. I won’t be going back to sleep.
Nearly three hours later, I begin to doze off, when my calf develops an insane cramp in it. It takes everything in me not to cry out and alarm her, and I somehow manage to slither out from under her arms and legs that have been tangled with mine for some time now. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, I massage the tense muscle thoroughly, but to no avail. I stand up, careful not to fall down or make a lot of noise, throw my shorts on from the floor, and hobble over to the patio.
Once outside, I’m finally able to release the Charlie horse after kneading and pounding on my leg for several minutes until the pain thankfully subsides. Standing up, I move to the railing and become completely absorbed in my thoughts as I stare out over the tranquil water, revisiting how exactly I’ve gotten to this point in my life and wondering where in the fuck I go from here. I don’t hear the door opening behind me or Trystan approaching until her small hands snake around my waist. Softly kissing my bare back, she mumbles against my skin, “Why are you up so early?”
“It’s afternoon in Croatia; my internal clock is all messed up.” Removing one hand from the rail, I cover her two delicate ones latched in front of me, squeezing lightly. “Question is, why are you awake, beautiful?”
“That was actually a good stretch for me. I usually get up at least two or three times a night, either to pee or with a leg cramp.”
With a gentle tug on her arm, I move her around my body so she’s standing in front of me, reversing our positions. I tenderly kiss the top of her head as I rub her biceps, warming her from the lingering nighttime chill. “That’s funny, because I woke up with a cramp in my calf earlier, and I haven’t had one of those in forever,” I remark with a chuckle.
“Sympathy pains.” She leans her head back onto my chest, craning her neck up to flash me a playful grin.
“Sympathy what?” I question, obviously confused.
Trystan giggles as she lifts up to kiss under my jaw. “Sympathy pains. Sometimes, dads-to-be experience similar symptoms as their pregnant partner.” The instant she realizes what she’s said, I see the cringe of embarrassment on her face, then she snaps her eyes away from mine, back out to the vista. “I was only kidding, though,” she adds with a hushed whisper.
I’m struck speechless, not wanting to say anything to hurt her feelings. Truth is, being around her has had me thinking more than once about being a dad someday. The thought scares the living shit out of me still; I never want to be the absent father I had, or worse, one like Robert Green was, but I could definitely see myself enjoying having a hot, little knocked up wife, and then a little Leo running around, a family…especially if the wife looked anything like Trystan does.
“Look, the sun is coming up,” she announces, tearing me from my daddy dreams, obviously trying to change the subject. “The colors are breathtaking.”
My eyes flit up
ward, drinking in the vivid oranges, pinks, and yellows bleeding into the periwinkle sky as the very top of the sun starts to peek out over the horizon. “It’s a new dawn. It’s a new day,” I murmur into her wind-blown hair.
“It’s a new life, for me, and I’m feeling good,” she softly croons out the rest of the chorus to the famous Feeling Good.
I beam at the sound of her sweet voice singing one of my favorite songs. Twirling her around to face me, I smirk. “Feeling real good, beautiful.” I waste no time lowering my mouth to meet hers, suddenly desperate for her taste. Her tongue meets mine with equal urgency, our bodies molding together. Her hands fly to the back of my hair, mine move to grab her ass, and that’s when I realize she’s wearing one of my t-shirts with no panties. “Fuuuck, Trys,” I hiss, my dick immediately hard as steel. “Gonna kill me.”
“I want you, Leo,” she pants into my neck. Her petite fingers make quick work of the button on my shorts, then she glides her hand down to stroke my very aroused cock. “Please.” She draws my left nipple into her mouth, tongue swirling, teeth grazing. God, I want her so badly, but I’m scared, scared to take it all the way. I’m leaving in less than twelve hours. “Inside of me.” Fuck, I’m in trouble. I’m gonna blow my load right in her hand if she doesn’t shut that little mouth. “Fuck. Me. Now.” She bites down hard, and the decision is made for me. I’ve lost all semblance of self-control.