Free Base Nature by Sommer Marsden

a flash o f w hite t ee th and r o s y pink t o n g ue . H is c o ck sti rre d to l ife and G a rre tt had to re mind hims e lf to i nhal e . “ O ld ha b its d ie ha rd .”
    “ P a rd o n?” H e’ d l o st his t r ain o f th o u ght and wh e n she c o ntin ue d u p the st e ps, the t r ain der ail e d e v e n f ur th er . He wa t ch e d the t u g and p u ll o f h e r m u scl e s u n de r that l u st re d r o b e a nd all he c o u ld pict u r e was dr iving in t o h e r again. F u ck i ng h e r s o that she ma d e that n eed y l ittle s o u nd in the b ack o f h e r th r o at. Sc re w the bee r and the f oo d , L iv was all he n ee d e d f o r the re st o f the n ight.
     

    “ T he b lami n g mys e lf f o r things. F o r e v er y bre ath a nd f r o wn a nd a n g r y glance o f e v er y p er s o n i n the w o r l d . A ll o f it is u s u ally m y fa u lt,” s he sai d , br o wn e y e s fla s hing in the l o w light f r o m the st ree tlamps ou tsi de . “So wh ere v e r y o u w e nt in y o u r h e ad j u st th e n was cl e a r ly my fa u lt.”
    “ O f c o ur s e ,” he sai d , wa t ching h e r s t o p at the d oo r way to h is r o o m.
    She t ur n e d and th e y w er e f u lly c l o se th e n. H i s ch e st an inch f r o m h e r bre asts. His lips n o t m u ch fa r th e r away. He cl o s e d his e y e s and the sm e ll o f h e r fill e d his h e a d . Ab o ve the be e r and the ch ee se and the c r ack er s and o ld ca r p e t and r ain, the sc e nt o f h e r s o a red . He h e ld his bre ath and h e a r d h e r h e a r t be ating. Fast and liv e ly, she was e xcit ed . He kn e w that this tim e , y e s, he c o u ld h e ar h e r h e a r t b e at be ca u se she was cl o se e n o u gh to lick and sniff a nd f u ck. “ I’ m s o rr y,” s he sai d .
    “ F o r what?”
    “I s h o u ld have ask ed . C a n we e at i n y o u r r oo m? M ay I ?” She smil ed . “ L iv, b a b y, y o u can d o anyt h ing y o u want. A t all.”
    She b l u sh ed , d ipp e d h e r h e ad a nd at that m o m e nt he re aliz e d that w hat he f e lt in his ch e st, his s t o mach—his c o ck—was the fi r st t e ntative sti rr ings o f l o v e . He was sc re w e d .

    G a rre t t wa t ch e d h e r lick the ti n y b it o f ch ee se o ff h e r p o int e r fing e r and t h o u ght he might dr o p de ad r ight th ere . C o u ld y o u d ie f r o m wanting a w o man? He t h o u ght s o . H is h e a r t f e lt t o o b ig, his b ag g y sw e ats t o o sma l l, e sp e cially in the c r o tch a re a. A nd his win d pipe had appa re ntly s h ru nk to dr inking st r aw s iz e . N o t many w o m e n aff e ct e d him at all, l e t a l o ne th i s fi er c e ly. L iv was a w h o le n e w b all gam e . L iv was a n e w sta r , a p er f e ct st o r m, a fantasy h e’ d n e v e r e xp e ct e d to re aliz e . L iv had ma d e him s hift in f r o nt o f h e r a s e asily as dr awing a bre ath. L iv, s o fa r , h ad ma d e h im think the w o r d l o ve with o u t wanting to w re ak ha v o c, sc re am at the sky a nd de st r o y.
    G a rre t t d i d n ’ t k n o w what to d o with th i s inf o r mati o n, it w o u ld sca r e h er . So he list e n e d to h e r talk a nd n o dde d a nd t r i e d to i gn o r e h is e xt re m e ly int ru sive m e m ber .
    Bu t s he d i d n ’ t. H e r fing er s c l o s e d a r o u nd his c o ck th r o u gh h is pants and she sq uee z ed . “Did y o u h e ar a n ything I sai d ?” She p u sh e d the wa i st b and d o wn and shift e d h e r w e ight so s he c o u ld ru n a l o o s e , wa r m fist u p and d o wn h is shaft. I t was the m o st magical f ee ling G a rre tt c o u ld re call f o r a v er y l o n g tim e .
    “I d id m y be st.” “ A nd that was?”
    “ Ab o u t e v er y o th e r w o rd .” He g r i n n ed , th ru sting j u st a b it, with o u t thinki n g, into h e r han d . He r an h is fing er s o v e r h e r ch ee ks and lips like he c o u ld st e al h e r s e c re ts j u st b y t o u ching h er . He l e an e d