“Good girl,” Travis said, as her muscles squeezed his fingers with renewed vigor. In an instant his head was between her legs again, and he was licking and sucking everywhere at once. Lily grabbed his head with her hands. She wrapped her legs around his neck and ground his mouth and teeth and tongue into her pu**y.
Finally, she fell limp. Travis rained kisses on the inside of her thighs, wet with her arousal and his saliva and chocolate gelato. He ran kisses down her legs, behind her knees, down her calves. His warm hands massaged the soles of her feet. She was too exhausted from her two incredible explosions to do much more than groan with pleasure.
Lily relaxed and enjoyed the sensuous magic of Travis’s massaging hands. At long last, she opened her eyes. He was kneeling between her legs, his gaze roving over her large br**sts, her pink, wet pu**y lips.
Somehow, when he looked at her like that she forgot to be embarrassed. She felt like the most beautiful woman in the world.
And he loved her.
Her heart had been in his hands for so many years. And now he had offered her his heart. She reeled from it all. The only way she was going to make it through the night in one piece was if she concentrated on all the things she wanted to do to Travis.
“Too many clothes,” she murmured, her voice coming from somewhere far away. Travis smiled at her, his heart in his eyes. Something new and wonderful burst to life inside her.
“Come here, big boy,” she said, ready for her turn to play with a hard c**k and some chocolate gelato.
On all fours, Travis came up over her. While Lily undid the buttons of his shirt, they loved each other with their mouths. She tugged his shirt down his arms, then ran her hands over the hard planes of his chest.
“You are so beautiful.” She would never get enough of him.
How could a man this perfect love her?
The thought assaulted her, backhanded. Her hands stilled on his chest.
Travis picked up on her emotional shift right away. “Sweetheart?”
The sound of his voice brought her back to the present. Hoping to cover her tracks, she teased, “I can’t wait to taste my first chocolate-dipped cock.”
Her words mobilized Travis, who took matters into his own hands by stripping off his pants. Naked, he stretched out on his back. Lily wrapped her hand around his penis, marveling at how beautiful every inch of Travis was.
Travis urged her to go ahead with her culinary plan. “If you’re gonna dip me, Lily, you’d better do it fast.”
A thick bead of precome emerged from the head of his shaft, backing up his statement. Lily eagerly licked him clean.
Her eyes crinkling, she reached for the carton of gelato. “Delicious, as always, but you were right.
Tonight definitely calls for a special Italian touch.”
Lily smeared gelato up and down Travis’s shaft. His hips tightened beneath her hand. “You like that, don’t you?”
Travis squeezed his eyes shut and nodded.
“Well, then, how about this?”
Starting at the dark, springy hair at the base of his shaft, Lily licked Travis up. He was the best chocolate ice cream pop she had ever tasted. She tortured him with her tongue, cleaning up every square inch of his cock. For her final touch, she opened her mouth wide and took him all the way.
“I can’t stop—” he cried, as hot come shot down her throat.
Lily readily gulped him down, thrilling in such intimacy with the man she had always and would always love. She continued to suck, even after his strong spurts had stopped.
His muscles went lax, and Lily levered herself up onto her elbows, putting her chin in her palms.
“Delicious,” she said, smacking her lips together.
Weakly, Travis said, “Need. To. Shower.”
Lily got to her feet and helped Travis up. He pulled her to him and kissed her softly on the lips. “You blow me away.” he whispered.
“Ha-ha,” she said, but Travis refused to go along with the pun.
“I’m serious, sweetheart. I’ve never felt like this before.”
His eyes were deep green and so full of love that tears sprang to Lily’s eyes. “Me either.”
Chapter Twelve
After an incredible shower they fell, exhausted, into the soft down bedding. Within seconds, Lily was asleep. Lucky girl.
Sweet girl.
His girl.
He kissed her forehead, and she snuggled closer to him. He wrapped his arms even tighter around her.
Now that everything was so clear, Travis almost had to laugh at what a fool he had been for so many years. Everything pointed, so obviously, in the same direction.
Straight toward love.
Love.
It was the most incredible sensation, one that he never thought he would feel again. The last time Travis remembered feeling so safe, so complete, was when he was ten running around with Luke and Lily on the playground playing pirate ship. His mother hadn’t gotten sick yet. That little boy hadn’t had any idea of the depths of pain that he would go through.
Travis didn’t want to deal with twenty years of pain, but as Lily slept in his arms, he knew it was long past due. He had wasted so much of his life hiding from anything that made him yearn for happiness, safety, comfort.
And most of all, love.
Travis had vague memories of his childhood, memories that he wished he had been able to hold on to.
Wrestling with Luke. Staying out at the playground so late that their mom had to come hunt them down with the threat of no dessert if they didn’t get into the kitchen and wash up immediately for dinner. Having his first crush in the first grade on a cute little girl named Lily. Trying to convince her to play doctor with him behind the bushes in second grade.
And then, out of the blue, his worst nightmare had come true and his mother had left them forever. At ten years old, Travis hadn’t understood what breast cancer was. But he understood too well that his mother had deserted them.
Forever.
He remembered listening to Luke cry in the middle of the night on the bottom bunk in their bedroom. He remembered his dad coming home late from work and having too much to drink. But apart from that, Travis couldn’t remember feeling anything at all.
Nothing, that is, apart from an emptiness that hadn’t gone away until he’d kissed Lily for the first time at the fashion show.
The other kids at school had left him alone, everyone except for Lily, who kept trying to invade his space, who kept trying to get him to admit his feelings, his hurt to her. She was his friend, she’d said, and she knew he was sad. Having already lost both her parents by then, he supposed she felt it was her duty to reach out to him and Luke. She offered comfort and understanding, and with Luke, it had made the two of them closer, like brother and sister, even after all these years.