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I stared at the Polaroid and the handful of others. They were all from the same night. My cheeks started to burn as I recalled what we’d done in the photoboothafter. There was no way we’d been secret about it. Not when it was obvious to anyone on the outside that I was on my knees, between someone else’s legs.
All sorts of emotions filled my chest. Flattery. Astonishment. Something giddy and floating that lifted me up into a cloud of thought.
Five years, eight months, and twenty-two days now. That’s how long he’d kept those Polaroids of me. Of us.
“I’m shocked,” I said, looking down. “Maybe a little flattered, too.”
“I had no idea if I would see you again,” Levi admitted. “But I don’t give up easily, I guess.”
“Yeah,” I said, sliding through them once more, noting the smiles on our faces, the eyes only for one another. We didn’t care what our pose was when the camera went off. We were too into one another. Too focused. “You don’t give up, do you?”
“Not when I see something I want,” he said possessively.
Glancing up at the change of tone, I found myself locked down under his stare. The orange-brown circles bored into me, revealing some of their closely held secrets. It was the most open I could ever remember him being. I drank it in, not knowing how long it would last.
“What … what is it you want?” I eventually asked.
I knew what the answer would be. So, why did I ask it? I almost pulled away to analyze my actions. But Levi’s stare wouldn’t let me. I couldn’t look away, couldn’t drop it. He had me now. I was his prisoner until he let me go.
“You,” he whispered softly. “Both of you, Sarah. I want you in my life.Needyou in my life. What do you say?”
“I, um, well, I …”
My stammering was cut short by a shout from the other side of the bed.
“Mommy, I’m over here!” Jake said, getting impatient as all children do and throwing off the clothes.
I gave Levi what I wanted to be an apologetic smile, but in reality, it was likely some sort of grimace-twisting facial expression that he would never be able to forget. Then I went to my son, secretly grateful for the temporary escape.
Sooner or later, I knew I would have to address it. Somehow.
But how? To do that, I had to know what it wasIwanted, and at the moment, I was just as confused as before. Perhaps more.
Chapter Twenty-One
Levi
The covers were suffocating. I threw them off, hoping the exposure would help cool me down, help settle the boiling lava that was my blood as it surged through my veins, creating a dull roar in my ears.
“Damn it,” I hissed to nobody in particular. The stir of air across my body only made me stiffer. “Go away.”
My cock, lying hard against me, the tip flat against my stomach, didn’t listen. It twitched and demanded attention, the purple head shiny and smooth in the low lighting.
I groaned, looking away and up at the ceiling, wishing I could see sheep bouncing across my vision. Instead, I saw what Ireallywanted. Sarah, bouncing on my cock, her breasts dancing while she clutched at the back of her head, face screwed up in the intense pleasures of pre-orgasm moments.
That didn’t help the near painful stiffness between my legs. My shaft was absolutely rock hard, flooded with hot blood and inneed of attention. Given I was alone in my bed without company, there was only one way out.
Closing my eyes, I took my shaft in my hand, feeling just how hard I was. I wanted her so badly. I let myself dream of that—of the one person who could satisfy all my urges.
I recalled the way she would touch me, the way my cock looked huge in her hands as she wrapped them both around my shaft, softly stroking up and down. She would look up at me, a wicked glimmer of delight plastered on her face a moment before she let spit fall from between her perfectly plump lips.
It splattered on the tip of my cock, and she rubbed it in with her hands, turning my shaft slick, allowing her fingers to better slide up and down on it. The top two fingers of her right hand slid over the ridge and onto the head of my cock and then back down my shaft. Stroke after stroke after stroke.
My hand mimicked her as best I could. I jerked myself off to her touch, trying to recall how her nipples felt when she dragged them across my chest while coming up for a kiss. The taste of her mouth. The way she would moan into me as I tweaked a nipple before she sank back down, as eager for what she was going to do next as I was.
There was something special about that, about a woman wholovedto suck cock. I groaned now, unable to keep quiet as I remembered how she would moan and almost grind against me with her body. Oral fixation, she’d called it. I didn’t care. It wasamazing.
Precum leaked from the tip of my cock as yet another reminder came to me. Sarah didn’t have a gag reflex. Or if she did, she was excellent at ignoring it. My cock disappeared down her throat again and again while she let the spit fall from her mouth, coating me.
