The sight of him stole my breath. I grabbed my phone.
“What are you doing?” Ozzie wrapped his arms around his chest.
“I thought I’d take a picture of you.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re mine for now, but a picture could last forever.”
“You want to remember this evening?”
“Yes. You don’t?”
He slowly nodded.
“Then I can take the picture?”
“Sure, as long as nobody else sees it.”
“No one else will.”
“Seriously, Gray. No one else can know about this.”
Of course not. He wasn’t a free man, and my relationship with my son was anything but ordinary.
Still, I snapped the photograph of Ozzie, convinced this would be the last time I’d see him this way. Carefree and sated. I stared at the photograph. How much comfort would it provide when he might spend forever in my son’s arms? If they tied the knot, keeping the photo would be inappropriate.
I put my phone away. Ozzie was staring at me intently.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For seeing me. All of me and still touching me the way you do. I’ve never been touched like that. Regardless of what happens, I will never forget.”
Smiling, I swiped a finger through the cum on his stomach and brought it to his mouth. He parted his lips and darted his tongue out to lick.
“I want to touch you all the time, Ozzie. You don’t want to invite me to get too handsy.” I slurped a mouthful of cum from his stomach, then pressed my lips to his.
He licked the cum from my mouth. “Don’t swallow it yet.”
I gathered up the rest and kissed him again. He spat the cum back into my mouth, but I shoved it back into his. The tug of war continued until he gave in and swallowed.
“That was pretty disgusting.” He grinned. “And I loved it—the way we tasted together.”
“Hmm. The sun is no longer visible. Should we go back?” I stroked his cheek. Now that I knew he loved being touched, my hands took on a life of their own. Hopefully, he was okay with me touching him all the time when we were alone.
“Hmm. Can we stay just a while? It’s so peaceful here I can hear myself think.”
“Of course. We have food, so we can stay for a while.”
Or forever. Whichever you prefer.
Instead of pushing him too much, I tugged him against me and skimmed my fingers across his nipple.
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