He moves his head up and down, the relief beyond evident. Without wasting another second, his lips press into mine. The kiss stays soft as he pulls my body flush with his.
“I love you.” He mumbles out. The words dance their way into my mouth, along with a soft swipe of his tongue. “I’m so fucking scared by how much I love you.”
“Come with me.” Saint practically begs as he breaks our kiss. His swollen lips glisten.
“Anywhere.” I pant out.
His grip stays firm on my hand as we begin to filter through the maze of venues and people. So lost to his love, I almost miss the old man. The moment my eyes land on him my excitement flies through the roof.
“Wait!” I squeak out, digging my heels into the grass beneath us. Saint’s body jolts at the sudden stop.
“What is it?” He asks, worry evident in his tone.
“Him!” I yelp, pointing my finger dramatically at the booth. I tug Saint behind until we're standing in line. The group in front of us finishes purchasing their items before finally making way for me to browse the goodies.
“There’s the lady of the hour!” The old man chuckles. “I have just the thing for you.”
My eyebrows raise with interest. “Oh yeah?”
“Let me just see here,” he grumbles out as he bends down. I can hear the sound of a plastic bin opening, followed along with the clattering of wood. I smile over to Saint, who spares me a confused glance. He reaches out, holding up one of the small trinkets. It’s a wooden dog, one he twists around to admire.
“Right here!” The man exclaims, raising his body back up to eye level. He holds a wooden moth up for me to view. So many details are carved into the dark wood. A black stain has seeped into the crevices, making them more pronounced.
“It’s beautiful!” I gasp out, taking the object from him. My fingers glide against the smooth surface.
The gentleman lets out a small cough before lowering himself down into a chair. “It’s a death moth.” He peers at me with a look so full of knowledge that it almost leaves me unsettled. “Complex little creatures, they are.”
“How so?”
“In many cultures and religions the moth tends to symbolize personal growth, new beginnings after what is usually a terrible ending, and the acceptance of life’s impermanence.”
I turn the piece over, mesmerized by how connected I feel to it. “How much?”
The man waves his hands with dismissal. “Free. Something tells me it was always meant to be yours.”
I hold the art close to my chest as I thank him. He gives me a soft hand shake before moving on to his next customer.
Saint and I continue our walk to the truck, not making any more pit stops along the way. “That was odd,” he laughs out.
I shoot him a glare. “That was the sweetest man in the whole world, and you’re going to call him odd?”
He sucks in his lips, fighting to hold back a chuckle. “Come on Nova, you have to admit that was a bit strange.”
I cross my arms, scrunching my face like a child. “I liked him. And I love this moth. I’m going to call him Harold.”
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He steps past me, opening one of the back doors to his truck.
“What are you doing?” I question. He turns his body towards me, the playfulness has completely disappeared from him. All that’s left now is his raw masculinity.
“It’s been far too long since I’ve been able to bury my demons in your pussy.” The muscles in his hand flex as if he’s struggling to contain himself. The space between my thighs immediately aches at his words. Memories of how full his cock had made me feel come to the surface, leaving an unrelenting need to fester inside of me.
A whimper escapes me as he closes in. With a bend in his knee he’s able to wrap his arms around my thighs, picking me up and setting me into the truck.
“I can’t wait any longer.”
I shuffle my way to the other side of the seats, making space for him to crawl in besides me. His body looms over mine, his hungry eyes ravaging me. Without hesitation I yank on my jeans. Once they’re far enough down to be out of my reach, Saint helps me pull them the rest of the way off. He bends down on his elbows, placing a gentle kiss against my underwear. The heat of his breath seeps through the fabric. “Saint!” I gasp out, unable to hide my desire.
