I nodded, barely able to speak. “More than okay. Don’t stop.”
Ken’s eyes gleamed with relief and excitement as his fist gripped my shaft, long, slow tugs to draw out my pleasure. “I’ve dreamed of this,” he whispered in my ear. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”
I groaned in response, the intensity of his touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my body. Heat built between us, his words igniting a fire that burned even hotter.
Ken shifted back, his gaze dropping to my lap. He pulled his hand out of my pants, licking my precum off his thumb and glanced back at me, his eyes dark with need as he shifted his body down. "Yeah?" he asked, dropping his mouth and pressing kisses against my stomach.
Oh shit.We were moving fast, faster than I had expected, but the hunger in Ken’s eyes and the growing desire between us made it hard to resist. My heart pounded in my chest. Part of me wanted to slow down, to savor every moment, but I needed him just as much.
I nodded, my throat tight with anticipation. “You sure?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
Ken’s response was a slow, deliberate lick of his lips as he shifted lower, positioning himself between my legs. “I’m sure,” he whispered back, his hands sliding down my torso to rest at my hips.
My nerves buzzed with electric energy as I lifted my hips to help him lower my jeans and boxers.
Ken’s eyes darkened with desire as his fingers wrapping around the base of my cock with a firm grip. He looked up at me one last time, lips parted, his warm breath ghosting over my cock before he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to the tip, licking off a bead of precum. The sensation was electrifying, ajolt of pleasure that made me gasp. His tongue darted out again, teasing the sensitive skin before he took my cockhead into his mouth.
I groaned, my hands instinctively finding their way to his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands as he began to work his magic.
The warmth and wetness of his mouth enveloped me. Ken’s movements were slow at first, almost teasing, as he explored every inch of me with his tongue. He took his time, building the intensity gradually, his eyes flicking up to meet mine.
My hips bucked involuntarily, a deep groan escaping my lips as he swallowed me whole, his pace quickening. “Ken,” I gasped, my grip tightening in his hair. “You feel so fucking good.”
He moaned in response, the vibrations added an extra layer of pleasure as he continued his exquisite torment. It was like my fantasy come true—the sight of him, his lips stretched around my cock, eyes filled with desire, was enough to drive me wild. “Oh fuck, baby,” I whispered, my voice breaking with emotion as I neared the edge. One hand found the back of his neck, holding him in place as pleasure surged through me in waves. “So good…”
Ken glanced up at me, his eyes never leaving mine as he doubled his efforts, cheeks hollowed as he sucked harder, his hand working in tandem with his mouth. The combination was explosive, an all-consuming pleasure that pushed me over the edge. I came hard, exploding in his mouth with a strangled groan.
Ken didn’t relent, his mouth and hand milking every drop of pleasure from me until I was beyond spent, my breath coming in ragged gasps. As he finally pulled back, he looked up at me, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his lips. “You’re fucking perfect,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe.
As the world refocused, the intensity of what we had just shared lingered in the air between us. I sank back against the tree, my limbs heavy. “That was incredible,” I murmured, reaching for him, pulling him up for a searing kiss, tasting myself on his tongue. “I didn’t expect that.”
Ken smiled. “Me neither, but I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he admitted, and closed his eyes as I kissed him again. “I’m glad I could make you feel good.” He shifted to sit beside me, a satisfied expression on his face.
It was as if we refused to let go of each other, our bodies pressed close, hands caressing and exploring in the aftermath of our shared intimacy. “More than good,” I replied, letting out a shaky laugh. “That was fucking fantastic. But what about you?” My fingers threaded through his soft hair. “I want to make you feel just as amazing.”
Ken’s cheeks flushed. “Next time,” he promised, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on my arm. “Right now, I just want to be here with you for as long as I can.”
‘Next time.’ Those two words carried a promise of a future I dared to dream of.
Ken’s head on my shoulder anchored me in the reality of what we’d shared. We were on our way to something special, something that could change our lives. One day, we wouldn’t need to hide like this.
Our conversation turned soft and tender as we talked about what this meant for us moving forward. “I’ve been making some plans for the future.”
Ken’s eyes searched mine, curiosity and concern warring in their depths. “What are you thinking?”
“I’ve made a decision. I’m going to start my own landscaping business.”
Ken’s eyes widened in surprise, then softened with understanding. “That’s amazing, Marc. You’d be great at that.”
“Thanks. I know it won’t happen overnight, and there might be bumps along the way, but I’m committed to making it work. It’s what Mia and I need.”
Ken nodded, his hand squeezing mine in reassurance. “You can do it. I believe in you.”
His belief in me was like a lifeline. For the last few years, I had doubted my worth and questioned every decision. But now, with Ken’s support, anything was possible.
I imagined Mia running her hands through the soil, her laughter filling the air as we built our life together, stronger than ever. “There’s something else,” I said, meeting his gaze. “If you’re willing to wait, I’d like to explore what we have when you’re ready.”
“I think you know already how much I want that.” Ken pressed his lips to mine, his nod conveying his agreement. “Just a few more months,” he whispered, pulling me closer as a cool breeze stirred. His breath, warm on my neck, made me shiver. “We have to be patient, for Mia and for us.”
