EroticReverie

Axl Shaw ... One Month Later

"Away from the swamp Vi!" Liviana calls out To Violet.

"Back up Mick" Jagger says as the two of the kids hold sparklers, running around giggling with a handful of other kids from the Swamps. 

We had our annual Shaw BBQ, which started in the morning, and ran through to the early morning hours the next day. The "family friendly" time was coming to an end though. Soon those with kids would take them back home to a sitter, or retire altogether for the night. 

Liviana is sitting on Gibson's lap near the fire that we started a bit ago. Her skin glowing from the flames that lick through the air infront of her. Gibson's arm around her stomach , his chin on her shoulder as they both watch the kids running around and giggling and letting their sparklers flicker in the dimming sky. Jagger lights them, handing out another round to the kids who all wait, giddy for their next sparkler. 

It's been a month since I've touched her. A month since she's come to me, a month since she's needed me at all. We've had tension filled moments, moments where Im hoping she'll need me to touch her again, but she doesnt. Or if she does, she doesnt ask.  Even when she's had a handful of more freakouts and small panic attacks, she doesnt look to me. Doesnt come to me. It kills me. But I'm glad she doesnt need me. That she has Gibson now. That he can hold her, that he can be the one to place an ice pack on her neck and talk her down. He might not make her escape from it all or "turn it off" ...but at least he can "turn it down" for her. 

I guess it was unspoken and that she knew eventually she'd have to choose. So, she made her choice. And I've had to pretend like it didnt wreck me just a bit that it wasn't me. But I deserve it I guess. For touching her at fifteen. For breaking her heart at fifteen. For ignoring her when she needed me most. Even if I didnt know she was fifteen at that moment, and even if I had no idea what she was going through. I still hurt her, abandoned her, even though I knew she belonged with me. 

Her long hair is pulled up, Gibson kissing on her bare neck. Her little tube top style bikini top, lowered just a bit, the tan lines on her tits, showcasing themselves just a little. Gibsons hands on her thighs, kissing over her bare shoulder, she laughs at whatever he says. She laughs again now. Everyday. It's nice. It's my favorite sound, even  above the sound of her cumming while in my lap. 

My eyes stare at her chest. Craving what's beneath her small bikini top. Wanting to see her again, all of her. Wanting to strip her down, out of that top, those shorts and her bikini bottoms and eat her pussy by the fire with her hands in my hair. I want to taste her on my tongue and give her what she needs. She's laughing as she turns her head looking in my direction, her eyes finding me watching her. She's still not his. He still hasnt made her his girlfriend. She's still...maybe..just a little bit mine too. Even if we havent touched in over a month.  Her laughter fades and she smiles softly at me.  In that moment theres a spark between us, one reminding us that three years ago...she was here...on this very night....with my mouth on hers....kissing her for the first time....in that shed....my hands all over her soft fucking skin....her scent in my nose that never fucking left....swearing i could smell her every fucking day even when she wasnt around....warm vanilla....not too sweet, she smelled romantic...smelled like mine. 

I turn my eyes away, because I cant fucking think about that night, cant think about her. She chose Gibson. Clearly. She's been sharing his bed everynight, and he doesnt have other girls in his bed or occupying his time, only her. She's his fucking girlfriend. They might not have labeled it, but I fucking need to, before I lose my mind and I take her from him and drag her to that shed and beg her to let me inside her. no, i wouldnt do that. But god, do i fucking want to. To be inside her. It would be so fucking good for her. I know it. It's be good for me too. We'd fuck like animals, and like lovers. I'd be so fucking good for her. Choose me. Change your fucking mind, and choose me, god damnit. I growl internally as I turn and walk into the house. 

I'd come back out later maybe, when the kids were all gone, and it was just the young adults and people my own fucking age. Maybe I should fucking try to get someone tonight. Let one of the Swamp girls in my bed, or one of the wandering Heights women that were brave enough to "Slum" it in the Swamps for our well known Annual BBQ and night of debauchery. No.... no more fucking heights women. One was fucking enough for me. And look at what the fuck she did to me without ever even really having her. Yeah. I needed a Swamp woman. One to fuck dirty and rough, the way they craved, its what they came to Shaw men for anyways. 

I'm laying in bed, drinking a beer, doing nothing at all other than staring at the ceiling when theres a soft knock on my door. It's dark out now. My lights are off , the onlyl light is the fire outside in the backyard and tikit torches that are lit that cause light to pour in the window and onto the ceiling.

"Yeah?" I answer, already knowing it's her.Nobody else knocks that soft. 

She opens the door and lets go of the knob, and she leans against the doorframe, leaning her head to the side, and resting it on the wood. 

"hey" she says softly.  God. I fucking smell her from here. Her warm vanilla scent mixing with the campe fire scent of smoke. 

"Hey." I say quietly. 

"You coming back down? People are asking for you." She says and lifting her hand from her side to the door frame, her other arm hanging between her and the doorframe. 

"Who is?" I ask. Nobody is asking for me. I know that.

"people" she shrugs. 

I want to smile, want to tell her I know she's lying. But I like that she's up here because she misses me, that she wants me down there. Even if it's just to know that Im watching her, always fucking watching her. 

"that right?" I ask her and she nods. 

"you coming down?" she asks.

"maybe in a little bit." I say and she drops her hand. 

"i'll make you a smore if you come down now." she says being a little playful and my cock twitches.  

"you trying to bribe me?" I ask. Its the most weve talked directly to one another since the last time I touched her. 

"is it working?" she asks with a little laugh.

"not really. I hate smores." I say.

"you....you HATE smores?" She says, clearly offended. 

"Theyre disgusting...and messy." I say. 

"Who hurt you and why are smores paying the price?" she asks and I feel my lips pull into a small smile. 

"Get over here." I say, unale to fucking stop the words from leaving my mouth. 

She goes silent. I wait. I dont take it back. Because it's what I want. Her. Here. Her. With me. It's too late to take it back anyways. Doing so would only hurt her feelings. 

I inhale as she moves from the doorway and into my room.

I hold my fucking breath as she walks over to the bed and climbs onto it, her tits hang in her little bikini top as she craws across my bed and to me at my side and smiles as she does. I lift my arm to the side and she lays herself down beside me and rests her head on my chest. 

"How have you been?" I ask her. 

"good" she answers softly, her voice whispering on my chest. Her hand sliding over my bare chest and I grit my teeth. God how could a touch that fucking soft hurt the way that it does? 

"I..." she starts. "I'm sorry." 

"For what?" I ask. 

She silent for awhile and I dont ask her again. Deciding she can either explain or we can forget all about it. 

"I know you dont want me the way I want you." she says and I pause at that. 

"And...I was selfish...to....to have you...turn it off...." she says and I move slightly and lift her chin gently.

"I want you." I tell her and her brows lift. 

"Let me be crystal fucking clear with you Liviana...make no mistake when it comes this....i fucking want you." I say and she nods.

"But...you'll never actually have me....right?" she asks softly. 

"You dont want me the way I want you Axl" she whispers. 

"Because I want everything....and you wont give it....will you?" she asks and I grit my teeth.

"You're going through a lot...it wouldnt be right to-"

"I want you." She says. "Nothing else matters. Nothing changes that. I want you. I wanted you at fifteen...I wanted you at sixteen and seventeen...and i want you now...at eighteen...and you can have me....but you wont...."

"What about Gibson?" I ask. 

"He knows how I feel." she says. 

"And how do you feel?" I ask as I look into her eyes. 

"I feel like I belong with you." she whispers. 

"Then why did you choose him?" I ask. 

"I didnt....YOU chose him FOR me...you pushed me away....again..."

"I didnt push you away, thats not what me telling you no was." I growl. 

"I dont need you to tell me what's good for me...or what I can handle....i'll give it to you that I was too young for you when I first met you....but i'm eighteen....im older than that for what ive been through....ive seen men Axl....and ive seen and felt the cruelness they're capable of....so if i want the only man who makes me feel safe in this world...makes everything else disappear....i want a good man....i want you....ive always just wanted you" she says and slips over me, onto me, straddling me and I suck in a deep breath and let it out slowly. 

"So , do you just want me...or are you going to have me?" she asks as she sits up and pulls her little bikini top up and off her and I Groan, my hands going to her waist , sliding up her sides and over her breasts. Fuck. She's so soft, and her nipples are already hard and pushing into my palms. 

She grabs my hands and pushes them back and up over my head. 

"Answer me" she says, and pushes them gently into my pillow.

"Liviana" I groan as she dips her breast down to my mouth and lets her nipple brush my lip.

My mouth opens and she pulls back and curse softly as my mouth closes around nothing. 

"Have me." she whispers. "I want you to have me." 

"all of me....not just through my panties....not just your mouth on my breasts or my neck....i want you to have all of me Axl....i want you to make me yours....i want you to finish what you started three years ago in that shed, and make me your girl forever" 

"fuck" I groan and grab her and pull her down to me, our mouths crashing together and my hand going into her hair, the other smoothing over the silk fucking skin of her back and down over shorts. Grabbing her ass as she moans into my mouth. 

"say it" she moans. "fucking say it to me"

"I'm going to have you" I groan and she moans louder and kisses  me hard and her soft tits push against my chest and I groan, her nipples dragging on my chest as she slides down. 

She  kisses down my neck. 

"where are you going" I growl at her as she kisses over my chest.

"i want you to have my mouth first" she says and I nearly fucking bust in my shorts. 

"Liviana" I groan. 

"dont tell me no....please dont tell me no" she moans and kisses lower and lower. 

"let me have you too Axl....all of you"