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I couldn’t stand to see him drawing a picture of the woman who was haunting him. I reached out and grabbed the sketchbook. He offered no resistance.
“Why the fuck would you draw this?” I snapped losing control.
“I wanted to get down on paper what my mind saw yesterday.” He answered looking away.
“Gerard, don’t start t this shit. Just don’t do it.” Still he didn’t look at me.
I sat down next to him. “Look at me.”
His head was still turned.
“I said look at me.” I was on the verge of screaming. Slowly he turned to face me.
“You didn’t see Merri yesterday. You know that, damn it. It was whatever drug was in your system that gave you this fucking image.” I threw the sketchbook down.
His eyes followed the sketchbook to the floor. “Calm down Laura.” He said softly.
I was not ready to calm down. “Calm down? Are you fucking serious? How can I calm down? The man I love is slipping away from me.” Shit, I hated the tears that were falling from my eyes.
“I’m not slipping away. I promised you. I won’t break that promise.” He took my hands in his. Now I was the one who was looking down. “Honey, look at me.” He prompted gently. I raised my eyes to his. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset you. Getting things down on paper is important to me. I just wanted to capture the image in my brain. I’m sorry.”
I threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly “I’m sorry I snapped. I’m just so worried about you.”
“Don’t be. I’ve done a lot of thinking and I think you’re right. Somehow someone slipped me the shit yesterday. I did sit my Diet Coke down on one of the tables while I was talking to some people. I even walked away from the table for a few minutes then went back to pick up the can.”
I nodded happy to hear that he was trying to find some explanation for the madness that was surrounding us. “You need to be careful. Until we figure out what’s going on you really have to be careful.”
He smiled, “Little Laura, do you ever get tired of taking care of me?”
“Nope, it’s my job. I married a complex guy with lots of emotional baggage.” I kissed him softly, “Best fucking job I’ve ever had.”
Gerard stood, “Come on, let’s go.” As we left the bus and headed out into the sunlight he asked in that damn sexy voice “How about a picnic?”
“A picnic, you say? Count me in.” I linked arms with him. “Lead the way.”

We picked up a bucket of chicken and then pulled into a gas station. Gerard told me to sit tight. I watched through the glass windows and realized he was asking for directions. It was funny to see people interacting with him who had no idea who he was. The older woman pointed in a direction and smiled. Out he came smiling too.
“What was that all about?” I asked as he got back in the van.
“Just getting directions.” He said while backing out.
“I didn’t think real men ever asked for directions.” I kidded.
He looked over at me. “I’m not like most men. I’m sure you know that.”
“No indeed you’re not.” I reached over and grabbed his hand.
He drove a minute before speaking. “Tell me the truth. Does it bother you that I’ve been with men?’
Wow this one came out of left field. “What?”
“Laura, you know I’ve been with men.”
‘Uh yeah, like my ex-fiancée.”
He looked over at me. “Yeah, like him.”
“Gerard, I told you. I accept who you are.” I squeezed his hand. “You’re mine now so I don’t give a flying fuck who you were with before. They are all history.”
He kept his eyes on the road but answered, “I’m so fucking lucky to have found you.”
“I am the lucky one. My life was so empty until I met you. I went through each new day never thinking I would find someone to share my life.”
“God Laura, you make me feel so good, so special. I just wanna be the man you need.”
I leaned over and kissed his cheek, “You are the man I need. The only man I will ever need.”

We drove for a few more minutes until Gerard spotted the road he was obviously looking for. The sign proclaimed we had arrived at Spruce Park. He drove until he turned onto another smaller road. “This should be it.” He said as he pulled into a gravel parking lot.
He grabbed our lunch and we got out to the van. “This way.” He said smiling. We walked for several minutes into the woods. “This looks good.”
We had arrived at a small clearing that had an old wooden picnic table. “How’s this?”
I looked around. “Nice and secluded.”
“Yeah, I was thinking about one of our Movie Nights.” He said with that fucking sexy grin.”
“Let me guess, 9 ½ Weeks?”
“Yeah but then I decided we shouldn’t repeat movies.”
We had reached the picnic table and he began to unpack our lunch. I watched him getting hotter by the minute. What can I say…my husband totally turns me on.
“What are you thinking?” he asked without looking at me.
“I’m thinking I want you for lunch.” I answered immediately.
He laughed, “Oh really.”
I moved closer to him, “Yeah, is that bad?”
“Fuck no.” He answered, “Cause I definitely wanna eat you.” He said this so nonchalant anyone listening to his tone wouldn’t realize we were verbally fucking.
“I want to be your main course,” I replied keeping my voice neutral
“And desert?’ He began to put the lunch back in the bag.
“Oh possibly something with a nice cream filling.” Shit, this was fun.
“I’m very hungry.” His voice was getting husky.
I sat on the picnic table and looked around. Not another soul in sight. We would hear if another car pulled up and we were totally enclosed by woods. “Then I think you should eat.” I was glad I had worn a skirt today.
He sat on the bench in front of me. I was sitting on the top of the table smiling. He parted my legs and pushed up my skirt. “Damn you wore underwear.”
“I’m a married woman now. Of course I wore underwear.”
He tugged on my panties and I lifted my butt enough for him to slip them down. He pulled them down my legs and when they were off he tossed them aside. “Don’t need them.”
“Really, and why not?”
“Cause your husband says so, woman.” Without preamble he leaned over and buried his face in my pussy. I leaned back with my arms behind me. Looking down at his head in between my legs made me quiver. What his tongue was doing made me shake.
I leaned back on my arms and let him rapture me. Shit, it felt so good.
“Lay back baby.” He said lifting his head to look into my eyes. I did as he suggested. He continued to let his tongue bring me pleasure beyond words. I felt his fingers part me so that his tongue could completely have access to my clit. Holy shit, this felt good. I could feel the sweet torment building.
“Oh Gerard, damn,” I said trying to catch my breath.
He lifted his head, “Yeah ? Do you want me to stop?” he teased.
“Fuck no” I said. “Back to work.”
He laughed, “Your wish is my command. His tongue began its assault on me again. I closed my eyes and waited for the moment, the moment when the passion would overtake me. It was building, getting closer. Suddenly he stopped.
I raised my head to look at him. He was smiling like a fucking Cheshire Cat.
“Not yet, Little Laura.”
“Okay” I said my voice shaky. I sat up. “Then it’s definitely your turn.
He grinned, “If you insist.”
I scooted off the table not even minding the fact that I was probably going to have splinters in my ass. “Please, take my seat.”
“Oh man, insert line here.” He said standing up.
“Yeah, okay. That sounded wrong.” I admitted.
“No Honey, that sounded so fucking right.” His lips crashed against mine. I pulled away from him.
“On the table” He nodded and sat down on the tabletop.
“Uh, I really think you need to lose the jeans.” I started to fumble with the snap. He swatted my hands away and undid them himself. He stood on the bench seat and pulled the jeans down his legs. Once they were half way down he sat. I pulled them off the rest of the way. That included his boxers.
“I’m gonna get splinters in my ass.” He complained.
“Yeah well you can remove the splinters in my ass and I’ll remove yours.” I replied in a saucy tone.
He reached out and touched my face. “I’ll be happy to work on your ass, anytime.” His voice sent shivers down my spine.
I sat on the bench seat and now his dick was at a perfect level. I just had to lean over and take him into my mouth. I did so quickly and was rewarded with his soft moan.
“Shut the fuck up, Gerard” I said stopping what I was doing.
He smiled down at me. “Hey, I used to tell you that cause you were such a moaner. I wanted to fuck you every chance I got but I was always afraid people would hear us.”
“And now? Not afraid people will hear us of maybe you just don’t wanna do me as much.”
He laughed, “Oh fuck, Laura. I wanna do you constantly. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. Shit, I have a hard on 24/7 cause of you.”
I looked down, yes indeed he did have a hard on. “So I see.” My mouth went back to work on him. He leaned back and again he moaned. My tongue ran up his length first on one side then the other. I could already taste the pre-cum that was leaking from his stiffening cock.
“Shit, I don’t wanna cum yet. Not yet.” He sounded like he was pleading. I removed my mouth and sat back.
“So what is it that you want?”
“Suck on my balls.”
“Can do” I responded and happily did as he requested. Soon he was pleading again.
“Let me up.” He said pushing me away. I got up from the seat and stood. He jumped down and grabbed me. Pushing me over to the table he had me lean over it. “I wanna fuck you from behind.” He whispered in my ear.
I threw my arms out and grabbed the other side of the table. He plunged into me taking my breath away. He was pounding into me, the pace slow at first then gaining momentum.
“Say you love me.” He suddenly demanded.
“I love you, you crazy mother fucker.” I answered. He continued to thrust quickly.
“Shit, Laura. I can’t hold out any longer.” I felt his hot cum filling me. It was several minutes before he stood back. “I’m sorry.” He said softly.
I pushed myself up from the table and looked at him. “Why?”
“Laura, I know you didn’t. I was trying to hold back.”
So yeah, it was true. I hadn’t had an orgasm but I didn’t mind. The whole experience had been very pleasurable anyway. “It’s not like I didn’t have a good time.” I teased.
He frowned and began to pull on his boxers and jeans. I began to pick up my panties when he reached over and lifted me into his arms.
“Gerard put me down.” I giggled. He laid me down on top of the picnic table.
“Nope, I’m not done with you.”
I was laughing, “Really? Just what are you gonna do?”
He rolled me on to my side and unbuttoned my skirt. Soon is was off. Next came by shirt and bra. To be honest this felt fucking good laying on the table, completely nude and soaking up the sunshine.
He stood back and looked at me. “You have no fucking idea how good you look.”
Shit, why did the guy make me blush? I always had issues with my body before I’d met him. Still did sometimes yet he made me feel beautiful.
“Little Laura when you blush your whole body blushes.” He said with a grin.
I covered my face with my hands. “Shut up.”
He moved back closer to the table and leaned over me. His mouth began to suckle my nipple. Oh hell yeah, this was a perfect picnic. After he had made the first nipple hard he went to work on the other. His fingers ran down my body while his mouth was still at work. “I love how fucking wet you are.” His voice against my nipple vibrated.
“Feels so good.” Was all I could get out. His mouth silenced me.
“My fingers are gonna fuck you now.” He said, “Okay?”
“Oh hell yeah” I answered.
He inserted a finger and my hips came off the table to meet his hand. He inserted another finger as his lips moved to my neck. He nipped the skin just under my ear as he inserted another finger. The fire was building.
“Fucking bite me.” I said throwing my head to the side to give him perfect access to my neck.
As his teeth bit into my skin the fingers hit home. I withered in ecstasy. His tongue lapped up the few beads of blood on my neck.
“Fuck” I sighed.
He smiled down at me. “We have to get back and we’ve not even eaten our lunch.”
“I’m not hungry anymore Mr. Way.”
He helped me redress. “Me either, as a matter of fact I’m quite content.”
He helped me finish dressing then pulled me into his arms. “What if we didn’t go back?”
I heard something in his voice. “What?”
“We could run away together. Never go back.”
“Maybe someday we’ll do just that.” I answered.
“Would you run away with me? Leave everything we have?” His eyes sought mine.
“Anytime you want.” I answered, “Anytime you want.”