Randy's comment about Vince having left his mark hung in the air, thick with unspoken anger and something else, something akin to possessiveness. His gaze bore into me, a silent challenge. "He made sure to remind you, didn't he?" he repeated, his voice low and pointed. "Who do you want?"
I met his gaze, knowing I had to be honest, even if it hurt. "Randy," I began, my voice softer than I intended, "I don't know who I want right now. Everything's just a lot."
He kept his jaw tight, his eyes never leaving mine. "So, what does that mean for us?"
I took a deep breath. "It means I want to give us a second chance. Not like what we had at the beach town, but different." I saw his brow furrow and hurried to clarify. "I mean, yes, there's obviously a strong connection between us. But it's also about getting to know each other properly. Without all the drama, without external pressures."
He slowly relaxed his jaw, but his eyes remained wary. "Just us, getting to know each other, huh? And exploring that connection – both physical and emotional." A ghost of his sly smile returned.
I couldn't help but smile. "Well, that's part of it, isn't it? But yes, more than just that; dates, walks, going to a food fest or something. Getting to know each other as whatever we are now - seeing where this goes. Really building something, if it's there to build."
Randy leaned back in his chair, picking up a stray piece of cilantro from the table. "Okay," he said, drawing out the word. "I get that. But what if... what if I want a lifetime with you, Deppgrl? And you choose Vince?" His voice was low, serious, the slyness gone.
My gaze dropped to the table, tracing the rim of my plate. The honesty in his question was a stark mirror of the mess I was in. "Randy... I don't know," I admitted, looking back up at him, my voice barely a whisper. "I honestly don't know what will happen but I need to figure this out. I need to know. And if we do this one of us might get hurt. Or even all of us."
He was quiet for a long moment, studying my face, then the food in front of us. Finally, he reached across the table and covered my hand with his, his thumb gently stroking my skin. "I'm willing to take that risk," he said, his voice firm. "Are you?"
I nodded slowly, his hand warm over mine. "I am."
As we finished eating, Randy began to gather the leftover food, carefully packing it into containers. "I'll take care of this," he offered, heading towards the kitchen sink.
"Thanks," I replied, already moving towards the bar cart. "I'll make us some mixed drinks. Something strong to cap off the day."
The ice rattled as I mixed the cocktails, pouring them into two heavy glasses. The scent of lime and spirits filled the air. He finished with the clean-up quickly, the kitchen returning to order with surprising efficiency. He walked over to me, a towel slung over his shoulder, his eyes soft as he looked at the drinks. I handed him his glass.
"Here you go," I said, clinking my glass against his. "To... whatever this is."
He took a long sip, his gaze meeting mine over the rim. "To that," he agreed, a small smile playing on his lips. "So, was Bob happy you went off-grid so you could get some space and time to yourself?"
I laughed, a genuine, easy sound. "Oh, you have no idea. He said that I have been dealing with so much and trying to be everything to everyone and I needed time to myself... classic Bob. But honestly, I just keep thinking about that taco truck. Best decision ever."
He chuckled, a warm sound that filled the living room. "I'm glad. Look, you seem... more relaxed now than you did before you went off grid."
He reached out, taking my face in his hands, and kissed me gently, his lips parting, inviting mine to do the same. It was a soft, seeking kiss, nothing like the ferocious intensity of the beach, but just as potent in its own way. He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his voice a low murmur. "So, about that connection," he said, gesturing vaguely between us with his free hand. "Do you want to work on it?"
I met his gaze, the uncertainty still there, but a new sense of possibility beginning to bloom. "Yes," I said, my voice clear and steady. "Yes, I do."
I refreshed our drinks, and we carried them upstairs to my room. The process of undressing became a slow, tantalizing dance; clothes were shed deliberately, punctuated by lingering touches and soft, open-mouthed kisses, our hands and mouths finding each other with increasing hunger. We let the conversation, the questions, fade into the background, focusing only on the escalating heat between us. We finished our drinks, the last drops warming our throats, just as we finally reached the bed.
Once we were settled, I lay back on the soft mattress, my legs instinctively spreading in a silent, open invitation. Randy's eyes, dark with desire, traced the length of my body before he slid down. His warm breath ghosted over my skin as he positioned himself between my thighs. He began to devour me, his tongue a masterful instrument as he licked, sucked, and gently bit my pussy. It was a slow, deliberate torture that built exquisitely, sending shivers through my core. My hips arched, my body trembling, as he worked his magic. The sensations were overwhelming, each stroke of his tongue, each gentle nip, sending waves of pleasure through me until I climaxed, a loud cry tearing from my throat as I came on his tongue multiple times, my body convulsing against the sheets, slick with my own release.
When he finally rose, his eyes glazed with satisfaction, he gently mounted me, his weight a welcome pressure, his hard dick poised at my entrance. He sank into me slowly, deliberately, a delicious, measured pace that filled me completely. As he began to thrust in and out, a rhythmic push and pull, he leaned down, his mouth closing over one of my nipples. He suckled, then bit, drawing on it with surprising force, sending fresh waves of intense pleasure through me, pulling soft moans from my lips with each draw and each slow, deep thrust. This was how we made love all night, a continuous flow of intimate connection and shared bliss until my pussy was throbbing and spent, thoroughly used and aching for more.
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