“I’m sure he would vehemently deny it.”
We stopped by a life-sized Pegasus fountain where you said we could drink because the water was spring-fed. I leaned across the shallow pool and pressed my lips to the cool stream that arced from the horse’s upturned muzzle. You’d once told me the water here was the sweetest you ever tasted, and I had to agree. I stepped back and wiped my mouth, drunk on sensation.
“This is magical,” I said, and you smiled wide at the compliment.
“I haven’t even shown you my orchard yet.”
My orchard.You were a man who defined yourself by your possessions, the simple things you nurtured that also brought you joy. How you’d cared for me over the years with so much tenderness and devotion. I had Lior to thank for bringing out that side of you, since it definitely hadn’t been our mother. I took your hand as we walked down a sun-dappled pathway that opened into a grove of shortish trees with bright orange fruit. Apricots? Some of the limbs were so heavy, they needed the support of wooden planks to prop them up. You surveyed a limb teeming with fruit and selected one.
“You know they’re ready when they practically fall off their stem.” You held it out to me, but when I reached for it, you shook your head slightly. “Take a bite.”
I opened my mouth and bit into the plush fruit, staring at your golden-brown eyes as you fed me. The skin broke and a tangy sweetness burst across my tongue as juice dripped down my chin. You took a bite for yourself, a lot neater than me, then offered it to me again. When I opened, you drew close and whispered, “I’ve missed that mouth.”
A shiver rolled through me as I chewed, and I closed my eyes. Your voice was all I could handle at the moment.
“I’m so messy.” I wiped away the apricot juice that had left a sticky trail all over my mouth and chin.
“I like that about you. My cock would do the same. Fill your mouth so completely that you wouldn’t be able to swallow all of my seed, so that some might dribble out.”
My breath caught, stunned by your dirty talk. I’d never sucked you off—not in this life at least—always so afraid that I might cut you with my teeth, but I wanted to try.
“Henri, I’m scandalized.”
“Mmmm, so innocent, aren’t you? Why don’t you take off your shirt?”
“Can I close my eyes? It helps me to…”
“Close your eyes.”
I took off my shirt and dropped it on the ground. I knew where you were just from your breathing. And your heartbeat. It boomed almost as loud as mine. Your broad chest pressed against my back, and your strong arm encircled my waist, palm lying flat on my stomach, hot against my skin.
“Sit down with me.” You maneuvered me to a reclined position in front of you. I laid back with my knees up and my head resting against your chest. “You used to touch your nipples when you were aroused. Do you still like that?”
“I… probably.”
“Try it.”
I rolled my fingertip over the tight bud of my nipple, then pinched experimentally. The spark of pain made my cock throb, so I did it again.
“Now the other.”
I tweaked then massaged my nipples until they were swollen and nearly numb from sensation. I slid my hands along my stomach, stopping just short of my waistband. A flash of panic overcame me. What if my body didn’t respond?
“Show me,” you instructed. Simple and direct.
I hooked my thumb under the elastic and slowly tugged. I wasn’t wearing any underwear because neither of us had thought to do laundry. I opened my eyes to see my cockhead peeking out of my foreskin, curious but unsure.
“That’s a lovely phallus. Give it some attention.”
I squeezed my dick at the base and groaned aloud, getting hard and sweaty and restless. I pushed back against your chest to feel your solid, stubborn mass. Your meaty hands rested on my spread thighs while your erection pressed against my spine. I thrust a little into my hand, safe in your arms.
“Pull down your pants, Vincent. Show me that lovely ass.”
I was a little wobbly as I rose to a kneeling position and tugged at my waistband again, drawing the elastic down to my knees. My cock sprung up into the open air and slapped my stomach.
“On all fours,” your rumbled. “Give me a good look.”
I fell forward with my fists clutching the blades of grass and arched my back. We’d done it like this once before. In the mineral bath in the mine when you’d bent me over and I’d had to hold onto the rocky shelf with its jagged edges cutting into my palms. It had been so hot and steamy in there… my body had molded to yours like melted wax. I was flush with desire at the thought of it, wondering what you were thinking as I knelt for you, naked except for my shins and ankles.
