“That does sound like me,” he said. He cupped my face in his hand and kissed me again.
I let my arms drop to the side and melted into his kiss. There was no resisting his kisses because when he kissed you, the world stopped to exist and time itself stopped. He was like a Greek god and I was the helpless nymph. I dared anyone to resist his touch!
Not that anyone else would get to do that. I was his and he was mine, and we would be together forever.
Cade walked me backwards and pinned me against one of the gazebo pillars, and I moaned as the kiss got more urgent, sexier. I sucked on his tongue as his thigh slid between my legs and pressed upwards, tugging at my bathing suit. I could feel myself starting to get wet, anticipation thrumming in me, my nipples becoming erect against his ripped chest.
“Cade,” I moaned, spreading my legs apart, digging my fingers into his shoulders as he kissed my neck.
He knew my body so well, knew what made me moan, knew which spots I liked to be kissed on. He kissed me all over my face, down my neck, licking at my collarbones and playing with his tongue against my skin. Cade was always looking after me and my needs when we made love, which allowed me to fully enjoy the
passion between us. His attention is what made me fall for him deeper and deeper. Would anyone else even begin to compare? Not from what I’d heard from other girls. They would talk about how high school boys were immature and impatient, how the sex was disappointing and unsatisfactory. But Cade was nothing like the other loser boys around us. I knew that I’d hit the jackpot with him.
His mouth tenderly tasted my skin. My fingers slid into his thick, curly hair, holding on tightly as he moved down to my breasts, pulling the bathing suit off my chest to lick my nipples. I pulled the suit down further to completely reveal my naked torso, and Cade pressed his hands on my hips, the touch warming me and causing tingles to erupt where he touched. I whimpered his name, my head falling back against the wood pillar and eyes rolling to the back of my head. I was fully aroused now and couldn’t wait for Cade to make the next move.
The summer air seemed to shimmer with heat as my legs started to buckle underneath me, my bathing suit now wet from something entirely different than the lake water. I worried how long my knees could stay up as Cade continued to caress my heavy breasts with his lips and hands, squeezing them hard but also kissing them tenderly. He had a weakness for my breasts, which were full and rounded, pimpled with light brown nipples that stood up erect at the mere sight of him. And I thoroughly basked in this attention—sometimes, he could almost make me cum just by playing with my breasts.
“Cade!” I cried out as he bit my nipple and a rush of wetness slid out of me. “I’m—I can’t stand—”
Cade stood up straight and took me in his arms, gently laying me down on the floor of the gazebo. “There you go, sweetheart,” he assured me. He kissed my cheek, softly and with tenderness. I smiled at this affection but then he smirked, and his voice changed. “Now let’s really have some fun with you.”
Kissing my breasts and moving down to my navel, he finally tugged the lower half of my bathing suit out of the way to get to where I was aching and absolutely wet for him. “I said I’d taste every inch of you,” he said, his tone dark with desire, “And I meant it.”
I cried out as Cade licked between my legs, his tongue lapping up the wetness dripping from me and increasing the pleasure I was already full of, to the point of bursting. I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I came now. His hands held my hips down, so that all I could do was shiver and slither on floor, my back arching upward with each stroke of his tongue on me. I wanted his cock inside of me now, but his mouth was just so damn good, knowing exactly where to kiss and lick, where to curl against my clit and drive me wild.
Cade was relentless as well, but he was determined to make me cum first. Often, he would tease me, eating me out or fingering me until I was on the brink, and then he would pull away, so that I would literally be begging him to fuck me. But that wasn’t the case now. He kept going, twisting his tongue inside of me, until I could no longer make sense of the words coming out of my mouth. I could only whimper as the pleasure coursed through me at his touch.
I came with a rush, blackness overcoming me and making me blind for a split moment, until the blood slowly came back to my head. Cade had been devouring me like I was giving him the finest-tasting ambrosia—his hands firm on my thighs, grounding me and preventing me from floating away in a wave of pleasure. At that moment, I felt such a rush of love for him, for taking care of me in this way every time. This love was reflected in him as well.
As Cade climbed up my body to kiss me, his cock rock hard, I knew in my very bones that he was my one and only. We were going to make love in this gazebo once again, and again and again, for the rest of our lives.
He was the only man I was ever going to love.
1
Cade
It had been almost ten years since I’d last been in the Park. The area where I’d grown up.
Being back was a bit dizzying, to be honest. I didn’t realize how much I had missed the place where I’d spent most of my childhood, not until I was back. For the last few years, most of my time had been spent in D.C. with my family. I had good reason to leave back then, but….
It had been almost a decade now. Surely, I was the only one who still cared about the past. I’d been unable to shake it, to repress it or leave it behind. It haunted me every day like a ghost. Everyone else seemed to have moved on, but I was the only one who didn’t.
Maybe it is a good thing to be back, I told myself. It would probably give me some closure finally. I would see that the past really was the past. I could see how much had changed in the town and then I could move on, at last.
Not that I’d be happy with moving on. Oh no. To be truly happy, I needed to be in love with my fiancé. However, the mere idea made my stomach churn. You’d think that we were past the idea of arranged marriages in the 21st century, but clearly, my parents were not. Not that they had been so crass as to openly arrange my marriage. You see, they just told me that this alliance would be best for me and then pressured me every waking moment until I caved in to them.
As I drove down to the Park, I wondered what my life would have been like if I’d had the guts to do what I wanted, and what Mom and Dad—especially Dad—wanted for me.
I suppose I would never know.
As the lake house appeared in view, I had the sudden feeling like being punched in the gut. I hadn’t been back here in ten years, not since the last time with….
Laura.
She was the reason I’d avoided Detroit all these years. The girl I’d left, abandoned, even though I knew that me leaving town was the best thing for her. After all, I had to protect her and keep her away from my parents. But God, it hurt to see the lake house and remember the good times we’d both had here—the one and only time I had truly ever been in love. She wasn’t some blue-blooded girl that my parents had chosen for me. She was the person I’d chosen, the person I wanted to be with.
Memories of that summer were forever stuck in my mind—like a splash of bright color in the monochrome world that was my life in D.C. Ten years ago, after our graduation, when my parents had gone out of town, I’d gotten to spend many days with Laura without having to hide our relationship from anyone, even our friends.