*****WARNING*****This blog post contains graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.
Ziggy Alvin stood on the small blue dock on the south side of Alexandra Island. Before her was the waters of the Pacific and a painting, floating further and further away. She’d been watching the painting for a very long time … even since she dropped it into the water. It was a picture of a man and a woman … herself … holding each other and smiling as they stood on top of a building … the building behind har and a bit over her left shoulder … the Greybar building.
Cyrus Greggory had been her love since high school. First kiss .. first lover … first love. He’d died in 2018. Determined to get pictures from the highest point in Alexandra, Cyrus made the way to the top of the Greybar building, even though the building was closed and in the process of being deconstructed. The winds picked Cyrus up and carried him out to sea. His body was recovered by the Alexandra Fire Department’s Dive Team. And Ziggy had been shattered.
But that had been two years ago and she had healed with the help of loving friends and family. She felt, however, that she needed to let Cyrus go physically … and she had been working on the painting for three months … they delayed for three months … and was now watching the picture … and Cyrus … float away. The undertow grabbed it … or perhaps Cyrus did … and it suddenly sank.
“Goodbye, Cyrus…” she whispered and was surprised to find herself dry eyed and almost happy. It was like Cyrus had accepted her gift and let her go, as well. She inhales and looks down at her turquoise handkerchief top, today worn over a turquoise tank top. Her leggings were basic black, as were her ballet flats. She had her large tote bag with its art supplies at her feet .. because one never knew when the desire to create would hit her.
Angel Negron was coming back from a run to the farm. But as he had made good time, he had created a bit of a break in his day and he had lyrics scrambled in his head that he needed to write down to make sense of. So instead of turning right on Water Street back to the Garden Center he drove straight, to park himself in a corner of the clinic parking lot and pull out his notebook. However the moment he pulled in he noticed someone down on the dock, the blue dock. It was Ziggy Alvin. He slumped a bit. She had given him her card...and then he forgot to take it out of his pocket of his jeans and he had washed it. He had seen her several times since but been too embarrassed to admit his mistake, especially in front of his ever present family. But now she was alone on the docks and looking lovely in turquoise, his favourite colour. God was giving him a sign. He forgot all about his lyrics and decided to brave a conversation and got out of the truck. He was wearing a light blue button up shirt and a pair of brown cargo style long shorts and slip on runners. His long raven black hair slung in a low ponytail at the nape of his neck. And he wore his usual simple pair of wire rimmed glasses. He didn't want to startle Ziggy so as he was about 5 feet from the dock he cleared his throat and then called out to her “Ziggy? Am I intruding if I come down there…?” She was, after all in a place of relative solitude. He stood with his hands in his pocket not barging in on her space.
Ziggy heard a car door slam shut and she sighed. If this was one of Alexandra’s finest trying to tell her not to stand on the dock, she was going to lose her mind. She heard the clearing of a male throat and braced herself. But then she heard the voice of Angel Negron and turned with a bright smile. “No, come on down … or I can come up.” She moves from the end of the pier to where it met the land. This had to be some kind of sign. Of all the times … she looked at him. “Imagine meeting you here.” she offers and inwardly cringe. Smooth Ziggy.
Angel saw her bright smile and looked relieved. “Well which would you rather? You look very nice Ziggy...I mean...you are nce...and you look nice…” He’s fumbling now like a buffoon so he decides to just get the worst over with. “I washed your card with your number. I meant to call you weeks ago and then I felt like an idiot and I didn’t know how to admit it.” He bites his lip and looks pointedly at the ocean, waiting for her to laugh at him.
Ziggy loved Angel's ability to chew on his own feet when he put them in his mouth. “Let’s meet halfway.” she suggests heading up the incline to the street and pausing about halfway there. “Thank you, you look pretty great, too.” she almost smiles as he admits that he hadn’t been calling her because her card had been lost in the wash. As he looks away, she does smile. “I thought it might be something like that. Not that I’m all hot to trot, but … I know we get along when we meet at the store or on the street or at your place, so I was wondering if you were shy or lost my number or just .. weren’t interested in more than running into each other…” she followed his gaze to the ocean.
Now Angel laughs, a little nervously “Thank you...and I am interested.” He makes eye contact now “Just a little rusty at this.” He casually adjust his glasses on one arm of them “What brings you to the docks today...just to look at the water? I mean this island has a view in every direction.”
Ziggy nods at the word ‘interested’. “I’m kind of glad to know you haven’t been asking every female between 18 and 35 out or anything. And besides rusty to me is safer than smooth, if that makes sense.” she looks out over the water, but finds she is serene when she speaks. “Saying goodbye to an old love. Cyrus … we were engaged .. he died a couple of years ago … blew off of the Greybar building and into the water.” she blows out a breath. “It’s time to move on… wouldn’t you agree?” she takes a few steps closer to him, but is still looking over the water. “I painted a picture of us … Cyrus and me … on top of the building and set it afloat in the water. I watched it drift away, but suddenly the water claimed it … Cyrus claimed it, I like to think. I know … crazy. You can run now.” she almost, but does not laugh.
Angel looks very seriously at her “I am not what you’d call a player...quite the opposite. I think my parents have wondered once or twice if I might become a priest….a long time a go. Late bloomer and very choosy.” His expression is pained about her old love who died and he closes his eyes “I’m so sorry. Not crazy. He’ll always be with you, even if you let this part go, and that’s ok...it’s a beautiful part of your life to have that kind of love.” He sounds like he’s not just consoling, but relating and then confirms it “I completely understand.”
Ziggy chuckles a little at him not being a player. And almost being a priest. When he mentions being choosy, she is again bold. “Then I am flattered. Really. If you’re choosing me, that is. “If not … I’m crushed.“ she looks at him when she hears his tone of voice. Most would ask if he’d lost someone, but not Ziggy. “Who was she … if you’d like to share?” she offers instead.
Angel has to chuckle again and has a bit of a blush at her boldness. “Be flattered Ziggy, please.” When she questions him about who it was he’s relating about to her own loss he sighs “Her name was Angela...I know Angel and Angela….believe me we didn’t plan it. She was a pianist. We met in first year university in Toronto….” He swallows hard and that’s all he can bring himself to offer.
Ziggy smiles when he tells her to be flattered, and it fades slightly when he speaks of Angela. She is bold, but not cruel. “Yea … I get it. One of my brothers….” she takes his hand and tugs. “Can you walk? I mean do you have to work, or can you give me a minute of your time?”
Angel smiles a bit and lets his hand be tugged, enjoying the feeling of hers holding it “Yes I can walk. I’ve given myself a little break in the day. Plus they never really know how long I need on deliveries…” He jokes “Surely you can relate to that too?” He walks with her “You can have at least 30 of my minutes. And more later.”
Ziggy nods and begins to walk, not letting go of his hand because she doesn’t want to. She leads him along 2nd. “Yea. I’m on a day off, because I needed it for what I needed to do, but I can absolutely relate to a delivery that should take 10 minutes taking 30.” And she smiles at his last. “Promise? Because I can’t think of anything I’d like more at this point.” They are crossing in front of the Municipal Building and approaching the fire station.
Angel nods, looking kindly at her and then squeezes her hand “I promise.” The words from him have a genuine solidity to them. Angel didn’t promise lightly and he kept them. He took note of there they were with some curiosity.
Ziggy smiles and leads him along the side of the firestation. No one stops them, not even when she nods to the ladder on the back of the building. “Climb. It’s OK, my brother works here and I’ve done a lot of work on this building.” She nods up the ladder and will follow him as soon as she is able. “You’ll see it when you get up there.”
Angel looks really curious now but he does climb up and then takes in her art, which he recognizes the style of around town and all the Zs. He just figured it out. “Ziggy this is amazing.” He stands back, arms folded and takes it all in “Who is she?”
Ziggy climbs and stands beside Angel. Staring at her own work, or more the woman she painted. “She’s Jasmine Paulina. She died in 2017 … in a bad earthquake we had. My brother .. well old foster brother but brother anyway … They were EMT’s .. he still is … he took her death hard and I found out when he saw this that he’d been in love with her. They were supposed to go on their first date but she died and .. they couldn’t. And Gareth … my brother .. doesn’t love easy. He’s like me … he falls hard and fast and till death do us part.”
Angel lets his eyes rove over the artwork as he listens and then sighs “I am sorry for Gareth…..” At her last words he drops his hand from his folded arms and searches for her again trying to hold it “We are the same Ziggy.”
Ziggy smiles at the picture. “He’s healing. Finally. Like me. And I hope like you.” she turns when he takes her hand and steps closer to him. “I … hope so, Angel..” she has lowered her voice to a near whisper and searched his eyes. She’d crushed on him the moment they met. No … she wasn’t sure what to call this. It was strong … but she didn’t associate it with Alexandra … it was her, as far as she knew.
Angel’s breath catches in his throat. All he was trying to do today was get her phone number again and she was offering so much more, cutting through all his defenses without even realizing she had. He met her eyes and nodded “I think so…” He laughs a bit at the sheer oddity of it all and then spontaneously he pulls Ziggy right to him and gently kisses her right on the mouth, like some universal magnet made it unstoppable.
Ziggy hears his laugh and opens her mouth to speak when he is kissing her. It was sudden and beautiful and she trembled with energy. She presses into him, deepening the kiss and feeling as if this was not the first kiss but that they had been kissing each other for years. She wraps her arms around him, reaching up to feel his hair, not undoing the pony tail, but running her fingers through its silkiness.
Angel responds when Ziggy deepened the kiss by kissing her back intensely, her heart pounding. When he feels her hands in his hair and it falls loose he bends her back a little and feels his fingers gripping the fabric of her dress as he shudders a bit. It felt old and new and so intoxicating.
Ziggy is lost in the kiss. He could bend her back and take her right here .. here were they? The firehouse roof? Fine. So be it. She breaks the kiss, but only turns her head and kisses him again after a whispered and almost needy “Angel …”
Angel hears her say his name and feels his whole body tremble. Her tone. This was crazy. He turned them a little and walked them into her mural, kissing her hungrily again now, his hands going up her back and through her hair “Ziggy…” He murmurs into the side of her face after he pulls away briefly “I should go back to work….this is….I mean we’re on top of the fire hall..” He stops to look around trying to assess how visible they are before he kisses her again now with a soft moan as he lifts her a bit and pulls up one of her legs by the knee so it’s around the back of his. His body moves right up against hers now as it moves with the kissing.
Ziggy hears him. She is aware … barely. He lifts her leg around him and she bends it as he plays with her baby locs. “I know .. I know …” she manages between kisses. “You know that store at the end? The yellow bricked one?” She kisses him again. “That's my place .. upstairs … the back door at the end.” she kisses him hungrily. “When you’re done with work …. Come to me. Please. Please.” she pulls back from the kiss panting as if they’d just spent the last hour making mad passionate love ..and that thought makes her kiss him again. But she breaks it again and drops her leg. “I … want you …” she pants, on the off chance he hadn’t gotten that idea.
Angel is weak in the knees from her kisses and her words and the feeling and sound of her panting. “Oh god Ziggy...I want you too….so much.” He has to kiss her one more time and then he breaks away laughing and panting “But before I come over...can i please get your phone number?!” He snorts “That was my original goal in talking to you. Yes to everything else…..” He fishes for his phone and simultaneously adjusts, not even trying to hide it from her that he has an erection from their little prelude. He opens his contacts and offers her the phone, letting a hand stray up to her locs again and playing with them at the side of her face.
Ziggy gets herself together and then laughs when he asks for her number and gives her his phone. “Sure. Just don’t wash your phone.” she winks as she puts in her contact info … all of it. Name, phone number, address, email and date of birth. She’s notes his erection and is happy she did that to him, promising herself more .. and him more. She gives him his phone back. “I’ll even cook for you, so you can be sure to make it all the way up the stairs to the kitchen.” she teases. And finally she goes to the ladder. “Lets go before I lose my control with you … again…” and she heads down, ready to walk him back to his truck .. back to the Garden Center … or anyplace he wants to go.
Angel has to shake his head around and then sort of shake out his whole body before he descends the ladder again “Thank you….sorry I don’t trust my coordination or concentration…” He admits freely. When they get to the bottom he’ll walk with her hand and hand to the street and then force himself to kiss her chastely with all his will power “The truck lives at the garden centre…..but I promise to come over after I drop it off and check in. Do you want me to bring anything?” He asks with a twinkle in his eyes.
Ziggy grins. “Yea, I don’t either so you’re not alone.” she admits and accepts the chaste kiss when they hit the ground. “Actually … bring a bottle of sparkling juice from Thrifty’s.” she squeezes his hand. “I think we have something to celebrate.” her own eyes shine.
Angel smiles gently at her as they part company “OK….and maybe something else...to be safe.” He suggests. He knew of the shop in town for that too even though he hadn't been in. He blows her a kiss as he walks away to the truck and then gets in and blows out a breath “Ziggy Alvin….wow…” He starts the truck, puts it in gear and reverses out of the lot before heading to the street and passing Ziggy with just the tap of a honk. He does need to go into the garden centre and drop off some invoices. He’s hoping he won’t get ambushed too badly by his family. As he steps in he sees his father fighting with a knotted hose as he tries to weave it through the sapling fruit trees.
Miguel is just standing there watching and not helping. He’s young so he doesn’t always get in trouble for that but as Fernanda bumps by him with a bag of mulch over one shoulder she barks at him “Perezoso! (Lazy!)”
Miguel whines “Am not!!!”
Zigy grins “Just to be safe …” she agrees and parts from him, heading home to prepare for his arrival.
Maria watches her children as they work around her. Miguel is being picked on and she snaps at Fernanda. “You leave him alone! He’s … supervising.” she knows she’s spoiled her youngest boy .. but he is her youngest child. She’ll never have another baby to spoil unless Angel, Pedro or Samuel get married and have children. Today is summer vacation. Mateo is helping while Pedro and Samuel work on that evil house. She sees her Angel walk in and smiles at him, as well. She loved all of her children, but Angel and Miguel were special based on their ages. “Angel do you have those invoices for me? What did you do, PUSH the truck back?” she feigned annoyance, but he knows there is very little he can do wong in her eyes. She had been disappointed when he hd otten that girl pregnant, but angry when she found out she was NOT pregnant and then let her baby at the altar. Well, God must have known that she was no Angela or replacement FOR Angela. Maria believed that Angel would find love like he felt with Angela, if not stronger. God would never punish her Angel. She stands with one hand on her hip and the other out for the invoices.
Angel sheepishly hands over the invoices “Sorry Mama...I ran into someone I needed to talk to.” He decides to just keep it honest. “I’d actually like to go...and have dinner with her...if it’s ok for me to wrap up my day here.” He doesn’t give her the name but he’s happy enough to share that he does in fact have a date with someone.
Maria raises both of her brows, taking the invoices. “Dinner? You go and have dinner. Maybe I will see you later tonight.” by which she knows men .. she might not see him until morning. “I’ll be fine.”
Angel leans across the counter and kisses his mother on the cheek “Thank you. See you later.” He heads off and makes a brief stop to buy condoms in The Love Shop. It’s a brunette behind the counter and she looks a little tired but friendly. He thanks her and tucks his purchase into the ample cargo pockets of his long shorts and then heads to Thriftys for sparking juice. He’s not sure what Ziggy likes so he ends up with a little variety of canned options, blackberry, strawberry, lime and orange. He goes through the till and is expecting his mother’s friend and Ziggy’s mom, which would be a tad awkward but instead it’s Paul McLeod. The exchange is pleasant and low pressure and in no time he finds himself at Ziggy’s back door giving series of 4 short knocks and waiting. While he waits, he quickly moves the condoms to the bag with the juice since they’re uncomfortable in his pocket.
Ziggy inhales deeply of the spices and smiles as she hears the knock. She jogs down the stairs and stops a few up to open the door outwards. With a smile she motions him in, closing and locking the door behind him. Taking his hand, she leads him up the stairs. Welcome.” she tells him, taking his bag from him. “I didn’t ask, so I’m taking a chance … have you ever had Ethopian food before?” she asks him, setting the bag aside and stepping to him, putting his arms around her and sighing as if she’d been johnsing for just that.
Angel beams at her and gets happily lead upstairs “Thank you. I have actually and I love it.” Then she take the bag from him and gives him what feels like a sweet little hug so he grins and hugs back “Mmmmm… can I help you with any of the cooking?”
Ziggy looks up at him after the hug. “You’re my guest. I should be serving you, right?” she looks up and kisses him, softly and then a bit more eagerly. Then she forces herself back. “Food first…” she seems to be talking to them both, although she is more hungry for him and it’s surprising her a little. “But seriously now, go on in the other room and get comfortable. I’ll bring the platter in.”
He will find her other room to be a literal studio … she has a bookshelf and a flat screen television but mostly there are drop cloths and paints and pictures all over the walls hanging and leaning. She has a drafting table and a bulletin board with pictures and sketches on it. Her bed is literally a mattress on the floor and pillows are everywhere. The pictures on the wall cover mostly Alexandra .. the people, the buildings and the nature.
Ziggy pulls out a large metal platter and spreads several layers of injera on it. Then she piles the food on either side in a decorative sort of a pattern. She brings it in and sets it on a large round pillow in the middle of the room. “It’s gomen wat and doro wat. I used chicken in the doru wat and was easy on the spices just in case.” she plops on the floor and rips away some injera, picking up some chicken. “May I?” she offers him the morsel from her fingers.
Angel chuckles and shrugs “Alright...your home your rules.” He kisses her back matching her leads, softly and then when she’s eager he grunts a little and kisses her back with an almost urgency he can’t explain. She breaks it and says food first and he smiles “OK…” He does go into her main room and explores, loving her art and everything in the room. He feels very at home. He eventually sits down on the floor, leaning on one of the many pillows. Ziggy returns with an impressive platter and he looks amazed “That’s gorgeous….where did you learn to make all that? I can handle some spice but thank you…” Ziggy offers to feed him and he smirks “You may.” He gently takes it from her and eases it off her fingers, sucking them a bit as he does so. He holds her gaze and then when he’s chewed he rips off some injira and offers her the same service “May I?” he asks, his voice deepening a bit.
Ziggy grins. “My mother taught me. She fosters all kinds and wants them to feel welcome. An Ethopian teen stayed with us for several months until his parents could take him back. So she learned and taught me.” she chuckles. “But I cheated. This injera is quick. Normally it takes days … this has club soda and doesn’t take as long. But it's still good.” she inhales deeply as he takes the morsel from her fingers and sucks on them, then offers to feed her in return. “Yes, you may, Angel.” she eats from his fingers, sucking a bit. It looks like this is how they will dine tonight and its magic for her.
Angel looks impressed “It tastes perfect….” His pupils dilate as they go back and forth with their fingers, It’s beyond tantalizing to him. “This is delicious…” He comments on both the food and what they’re doing. As they get to the end of the platter he can’t hold back anymore. He reaches for Ziggy and tries to pull her to him, specifically, to pull her on top of him, facing him as his mouth eagerly finds her again.
Ziggy considersand decides that she hasn’t enjoyed a meal this much … ever. They feed each other, look into each other's eyes every chance they get and before she knows it the food is mostly gone and Angel is pulling her into his arms. She allows the kiss and kisses him back. His arms enfold her. “Did I drown this morning?” she asks between kisses. “Did I never wake?” she kisses him again, already exited from their meal. She tugs at his shirt. Dinner is over … time to play.
Angel chuckles “You are alive and awake and well...and I’m so glad.” His kisses her a little harder and then breaks it to let her pull off his shirt. He’s leaner than some of his brothers but his chest and abs are still very muscular. Now he tugs at her tops with a little grin “I want to be naked with you Ziggy Alvin….”
Ziggy smiles as she is assured that she is alive and awake. She’s glad of it also. As Angel’s shirt is removed, she takes in his build and grins. When he says he wants to be naked with her, she removes her hanky dress top, tossing it aside, then takes his hands and puts them on her tank top at the bottom, encouraging him to remove it. “I want that too, Angel Negron. So much.”
Angel sees the first layer come off and get tossed and then she puts his hands on the bottom tank and says she wants to be naked with him too. He gives a little happy grunt and then licks his lips and reaches for a nearby pillow, and then tried to gently ease her back onto it. If he succeeds he will start to take off her tank top but do so gently by using his teeth, easing it up a bit on each side, kissing the skin on her torso and her stomach as he goes in sections, eventually kissing and caressing around and on top of her bra and the skin of her breasts.
Ziggy loves how he turns her over onto her back, but loves how he removes her tank top more. Her figure is full, with good sized breasts but a front hook bra. It is also turquoise, matching everything on her torso. Her leggings cut into her flash slightly as she has a bit of meat on her bones. She lifts her head and kisses the top of his, then sighs. “You wanted condoms, right?” she asks, not sounding too fussed about it. “This should be interesting. I’ve never used them … well never had a man use them.”
Angel is loving her body. He’s a breast man, if he’s honest with himself and hers are perfection to him. He also doesn’t like women too skinny. Curves turn him on. He wants something to hold onto, something full and womanly. Ziggy is all that. He’s still kissing and caressing and has just undone her front hook bra when she speaks up about condoms and he slows, sensing they might need to talk this through. He keeps a hand lightly caressing between her breasts now but moves up to look at her, lying down on her slightly to the side. He gives her a gentle kiss and says “I bought condoms. You’ve never had a man use a condom?” He looked surprised but not judgmental. “Are you allergic to latex or something?”
Ziggy loves his hand on her skin. He looks so surprised and she understands. “Well first of all I had terrible cramps … since my first period. I finally got on birth control pills, which makes it a thousand times better. And as for condoms … Cyrus and I knew each other from a young age. He and I were both virgins when we had sex. After he died …” she bites her lip. “I … got with his best friend. Mostly oral, and when we did have sex, it always seemed to be right after my period.” she’s told him she was on the pill, but didn’t mention the lack of even basic birth control during the fog. “And then we realized we were together because we missed Cyrus not because we cared about each other.” she sniffs, which may even make Angel drop it. “I’m clean … if that’s your worry. And if pregnancy is your worry there’s the pill … I don’t MIND using a condom, Angel, I just .. never have.” she feels a little strange.
Angel listens to her with an open mind and heart. She was sharing some deeply personal stuff and he felt honoured. He kisses her when she sniffs, understanding her loss. “I have only had two partners in my life….Angela and I used condoms. She tried the pill but she had terrible side effects. And then well I had a spontaneous night with someone I was involved with in my last university degree...Krista. We thought she was pregnant actually…she took a test and it was positive,,,.I proposed. My mother...well my father left her pregnant with me….I won’t ever do that to anyone. I don’t think I was in love with Krista but I would have done the right thing. She got her period right before walking down the aisle and left me at the alter. The test had been faulty. Now you’ve grown up in this small safe town where you all know each other's histories. I’m from Toronto….I can use one or not but honestly I will let you decide what feels safe to you. I don’t want to put you at risk Ziggy. I know it’s fast but I really care about you.”
Ziggy listens to his story with mixtures of melancholy and sadness. “If you’re comfortable with condoms we will use condoms.” she tells him, cupping his face. “It is fast but … do you feel it, Angel? Its so .. intense? I wanted you on the roof of the firehouse. And touching you .. I’ve never felt anything this strong.” she blows out a breath. “Knowing your story, I’d want to be …” she stops herself, looking shocked, then laughs, pulling him into a deep kiss and not finishing the sentence.
Angel smiles sweetly at her and gives her a little nod “I think I will for today, and we’ll keep talking.” He feels her hand on his face and turns his head, kissing it “I feel it Ziggy. It’s beautiful….and while the top of the firehouse would be a funny story someday, I’m glad we’re here in your home.” She stops mid sentence and kisses him and he kisses her back but then is so curious he breaks it “You’d want to be what?” At the same time his hand pulls her now undone bra aside off both her breasts and he looks down at them and gives a happy little moan “You’re so beautiful...and you’re wearing my favourite colour.” He begins to caress them, tracing at first at the outsides and working his fingers in on each one until he’s pushing each mipple around lightly.
Ziggy nods. “Anything you want.” he says he feels it too and she groans very softly. “Might be worth it.” she looks at him and bites her lip, hesitating. “To be honest … I was going to say that knowing your story, I’d want to be married before we had children.” her nipples respond to him and she enjoys it while she can, as those words were surely too much, too soon. But she smiles. “Your favorite color is brown? Because my skin is brown.” she teases.
Angel had started to shift from using his hands on her breasts and nipples to dipping down and using his mouth, kissing, licking, breathing on her slowly as he drank her in. When she said she wanted to be married before they had children he snaps his head up, locking his eyes on hers and looking like she’s hit on something he holds dear “Yes married before children please. I want both of those, in that order.” He just said it….before they’d even ever made love? Angel gives a nervous little laugh after and dips his head back to her breasts, now closing his mouth over each nipple and flicking them with his tongue before he answers the rest of what they were bantering about “I love your brown skin. I was talking about turquoise.” He slides a hand under her back and lifts her a bit trying to get the open bra beneath her just out and off. He also will take off his glasses and set them down nearby.
For a reason she cannot place, Ziggy beams at the order he wants to do things in. “We will do it exactly the way you want, Angel.” she promises him. She gasps as he begins to play with her breasts. She chuckles and helps him get her bra off. Now only leggings and her bikini underwear, same blue as her tops. She sees him set his glasses safely away. “I love all shades of blue, but the brown of your eyes .. god, Angel.”
Angel beams back up at her when she promises they’ll do things in his suggested order. He feels like he could marry this woman right here and now and it’s messing with his head a bit but he just stays in the moment. He loves her reactions and he wants more of them, many more. He grins up at her about her comment on his eyes “Mmmm thank you.” And then without further conversation he hooks his fingers into the waistband of her leggings and tries to pull them off, leaving the underwear for now. If he can get them off he’ll move to her feet, kneeling at them and beginning to massage them slowly, doing both feet very thoroughly before beginning to work up her calves, adding kisses when he hits about knee height. All the while keeping eye contact, his gaze both loving and intense.
Ziggy watches him peel her leggings off and she lowers her hips as he begins to massage her feet. She sighs happily as he begins to work his way up her legs and pushes herself up on her elbows just to watch his bare back.
Angel moves to her thighs, outer and inner, kissing and caressing and massaging. He pulls one of her legs up. Kissing the back of it, licking lightly into the crease bind her knee and then up the back of the thigh, working his way back in as he lets the leg drop down again. He does the same to the other leg. He lingers, he’s slow and lovingly teases. He pulls himself forward on his arms and hovers above her pantyline at the top, kissing a trail across and then looking up at her before he climbs up her body to kiss her deeply on the mouth again while his hand slides between her legs,gently rubbing her through the turquoise fabric.
Ziggy breathes heavily, but steadily as he kisses her body. One he drops one leg she moves it away from herself, then the other. She looks at him and as he climbs up, she lays back down, pulling him down with her. His kiss is just more magic and she moans into it as he begins to rub. The moment she feels his touch there, her kisses become more passionate and she opens up to him, even more.
Angel kisses her harder as she moans and they lay down. He feels her opening to him and he slides his hand inside the panties, past her hair to stroke her labia at the edges, working in, brushing her clit, tracing his fingers lower to the edge of her opening and just drawing in an almost figure 8 pattern as he slowly explores her. His kisses move to her neck and he kisses and licks and nibble like he’s savouring every bit of her, his breathing becoming heavy too. “Oh Ziggy…” He murmurs into her.
Ziggy lets her head loll back and lifts her hips into his touch. “Angel…” she sighs. She had come home and pleased herself, she’d been so worked up, but the moment she was in his arms she'd become excited again. During dinner, the feeling of his lips on her fingers excited her. Now she's sopping wet. “You know how …” she assures him. And she knows he does. Not because he’s been with other women .. because he knows her. She again lifts her hips up, his circling finger pleasing. She lifts her hand to his head and runs her fingers through his head and grunts eagerly.
Angel gives a little groan and take sher hints, the hand on his head, the wetness of her “ I might…” he says humbly “But tell me if I don’t get it right for you.” He kisses down her body “Tell me how to please you.” Now he tugs her panties off and kisses back up her legs until he’s between them and moves back in with his fingers and his mouth, parting her hairs, giving a tiny prelude lick just with the tip of his tongue to her clit and then beginning the slow teasing he had done with his ringers with his tongue as he uses both hands to spread her and his thumb to just lightly play at her opening. In a short amount of time his tongue finds her clit in a pattern, rubbing it around slowly. He moans at the smell of her, the taste of her, all his sensations engaging with her body and being.
Ziggy nods and lays back as he asks how to please her. As he settles in, she lifts her feet onto his shoulders, letting her knees fall open, giving him as much access as he needs. “Tease me, Angel.” she tells him and strokes his hair. “I’m yours to play with, baby.” his tongue begins to rub her in a pattern and she moans, moving her head to the side. “I’ve wanted this for so long….” and she cries out as he rubs at her clit. She wants him to play and enjoy. To make her cum until he is tired of it … and ready for her to play with him.
Angel had been moving into more of a pattern with an end goal but when she asks for teasing he backs it off again and then slowly begins again. He’ll do this, bringing her closer and closer for a really long time. “I’ve wanted it too...since the day I first saw you….” He keeps going to the edge and back again, when he hears her cry out he smiles and backs off and then finally after a torturous amount of it he settles in, really rubbing his tongue in intentional circles against her clit as he slides a finger right inside her, moving in time with the tongue. His whole upper body moves as he works to please her, this time not backing off but giving her more and more.
Ziggy is writhing under his tongue, whimpering or grunting as he edges her then backs off. When he says he's wanted her since the day they met she can’t argue. “Yes … we waited .. so long.” He backs off and she watches him, panting, but then he is at it again, his fingers inside of her, his whole body moving. “Angel …. “ she moans. “That … please … oh god.” her body moves with him, her hips moving rhythmically. “Yes … yes.” and she tries to relax against the threat of her orgam, but she can’t. “Angel…” she cries and begins to cum … it surprises her … it’s hard and nearly overwhelming and doubles her bucking and passion. She can feel her clit pulsing and ries out again as another comes on the heels of the first. And then she can lower her hips, her feet falling off of his shoulders, panting. “Angel … you … oh … Angel.” She pulls at his shoulders and if she can she will kiss him deeply, enjoying the taste of herself on him.
Angel drinks her in literally and her reactions drive him wild. He rides her waves with her and moans into her as she cums twice. He shudders and then she’s pulling at his shoulders. He moves up but impulsively he undoes his pants and slides them off with his underwear inside them before he’s on top of her, kissing her, his hard cock at her thigh and then without thinking to hard about it, the tip of him is at the edge of ehr opening and he’s lightly thrusting at her but not yet entering, their bodies just feeling so perfect skin on skin. He’s forgotten to get the condoms, kissing her deeply and trembling at the strength of their connection.
Ziggy notices him take his pants off and moans into the kiss, feeling him at her opening. She has also forgotten. She is so turned on and feeling him, she does what feels natural and lifts her hips eagerly, wanting him inside of her. “I’m yours, baby. Take me.” She encourages him.
Angel shifts his body so he’s at a better angle and enters her, pressing himself slowly all the way in. He’s neither huge nor tiny in most ways but is in fact a little long. He begins to gently thrust and moans, his face contorting a bit “Oh my god...Ziggy…..that feels way too good…” He’s very rarely done it without a condom and the wetness of ehr around him is ramping things up fast. He stops moving and just holds his position “I better pace myself..” He admits and just starts kissing her again, staying inside still.
Ziggy whimpers in absolute pleasure as he enters her. He is right … it is amazing. When he becomes still, she grins and braces her feet. “Let’s try this.” her bed is set at an angle and they are very near it. If she can, she will roll them over, trying to keep him inside of her. If she does it she will be on top of him, but still staying stl,, readjusting her legs for comfort.
Angel can tell what she’s doing and is highly amused. He holds onto her hips and rolls with her, staying in position “Holy shit,...we’re THAT good.” He laughs and kisses her and then very slowly begins to move inside her. Letting his hands roam up her back and then to her chest. The bit of humour and rolling helped him refocus his self control but it still felt more amazing than anything he’d ever experienced.
Ziggy laughs in delight. “It’s a sign.” she tells him and moves with him, slowly. Very slowly. She arches her back to give him access to her breasts and moves her hands and arms back stroking his legs to the knees . The position for her eases the pleasure down a notch and the slow riding almost ensures things won't end too soon. “You're perfect in me.” she tells him. “Perfect for me.”
Angel loves the slow pace, he savours each movement and grins with the odd happy grunt as it hits something for him. But he’s in no danger of cuming immediately now. He lightly plays with her breasts but it is tender, loving. He enjoys her stroking. “You feel perfect to me, in every way.” He reaches up to her face and caresses it. He’s happy to be slow for a really long time, just enjoying each other. Looking and touching up ehr body eventually does start to make him groan and move faster, his hand playing now starting to focus back on pleasuring her nipples again. As his thrusts get deeper and faster he licks his thumbs and then flicks at her nipples with wet fingers, his face just starting to contort again “Ziggy…oh god…” He’s getting closer.
Ziggy’s nipples grow hard under his toucan and she moans as their slow lovemaking brings them both to new heights. His thrusts grow deeper and she pulls herself forward, placing one hand on his shoulder and the other on the mattress at their heads. As he gets closer, she suddenly dismounts from him and turns. Moving her head to his crotch she licks lightly at first, tasting them, but then she grasps him, opens her mouth and takes him in as deeply as she can, sucking softly at first, but then she moves, her head bobbing up and down as she jacks and sucks at him. Staring at him as she sucks, she moves her hand up to caress his cheek.
Angel looks momentarily pained as she dismounted. He was so close...but then she licks him and her mouth is on him deep throating him and his head snaps back and he cries out. He looks down again locking eyes with her as she caresses his cheek and jacks and sucks him. He was close so it’s a matter of minutes and then he’s almost convulsing as his cock pulses and he moans over and over cuming so hard he feels like his head might explode with his cock. “Ziggy!” He almost screams and then he starts to ebb and fall back into her bed more “Oh...Oh oh oh god…” He pants out. Then he grabs her and pulls her into his arms, hugging her hard and trying to kiss her if he can, deeply, tenderly, tasting their everything and melting into the strong feelings and connection.
Ziggy drinks of him, swallowing happily. She doesn’t get it all when he pulls her up and kisses her, but she doesn't care. Their kisses alone are magical .. and it only grows more explosive the closer they get physically. Noted. She breaks the kiss and looks at him. “I don’t care.” she announces. “I .. love you … I can’t just act like it's too soon and it isn’t happening. It’s hitting me like a damn baseball bat.”
Angel inhales looking emotional and then nods at her “I love you too. That batter has a hell of a range. I don’t know where it came from...but I just love you Ziggy.” He shifts a bit so they’re able to lie on their sides if she shifts with him and he wraps his arms around her tightly.
Ziggy shifts with him and snuggles into his side. “Does it matter?” she asks. “It’s here. If it’s a hint, I know I would be a fool to ignore it.” she rests her head on his shoulder looking at him, letting her fingers stroke his face. His nose … his lips. Memorising his face and then looking at his boy before her eyes return to his face. The artist in her is very pleased.
Angel moves into her fingers as he strokes her like a cat looking for more and more pats as they’re being given. His fingers stroke her back as well. “Mmmm….no I have no plans to ignore it.” He notices her eyes taking him in and looks a little self conscious and then smiles “What are you thinking about Ziggy Alvin?”
Ziggy smiles absently as he strokes her. She’d be purring up a storm if she were a cat. When he asks, she looks at him and smiles. “You. And how beautiful and handsome and sexy you are. And how I will pose you when I paint you … may I paint you? Paint us, even.”
Angel laughs a bit “You’re very kind. Wow….” He’s quite humble as a person. “ I am open to being painted..” He looks down “But if you mean like this…” He laughs “Maybe just keep that picture somewhere private? Our mothers are very good friends now….you’ve noticed this?”
Ziggy grins at his modesty. “With you as my muse there will be many pictures … but I will keep the nudes here, I promise.” she laughs. “Very good friends seems like an understatement. My mother invited your mother to help her chew out one of the fosters. Dante Mendoza. I don’t think he stood a chance. He tried to tell her he didn’t have to listen to her because she was Puerto Rican, she snapped back that he was a little Guatemalan brat and the rest was in Spanish … but Dante seemed humbled after that. I guess he got brought in by the police … again … and as big as mom's house is there weren’t enough chores.” she giggles. “But yea … Dante’s heading for trouble, if he’s not careful. There he is.” she points across the room at the painting of an angry looking hispanic teen ager with his fists together and out front of the picture. The words ‘Fuck Life” tattooed on his knuckles.
Angel looks happy about the nudes out of sight of his mother and hers. Then he laughs “Oh my mom….can chew someone out. It’s like a profession. Like you know how they have hitmen, I feel like they should hire my mother as a hitmom…..maybe it’s a Puerto Riccan thing. She sounds so much angrier in Spanish too.” He shudders and then looks at the painting “Fuck Life? That’s a lot of anger and pain you captured there.”
Ziggy chuckles. “My mom doesn’t exactly hold back.” she tells him. Then she sighs. “After the earthquake in 2017, Dante was 12 and his mother fell on hard times. She committed suicide and Dante found her at the Olin … just .. hanging there.” she holds him tighter. “I know he joined a fight club for a while and he’s been arrested for public drunkenness, at least. He’s one of my mom’s challenges. Like my brother in a way, but different.”
Angel winces “That’s too much for anyone, let alone a child. That must have been quite the earthquake. People keep mentioning it, especially after the one the other week. Your brother? Do you mean one of the vets? I’ve been meaning to go see them….we should probably talk about this now. You don’t have any aversions to...rodents do you?” It sounds like the question has a purpose.
Ziggy nods her agreement. “No … I mean Gareth. You’ve seen my art of him on the firehouse wall on your way into town .. like the one I did for Jasmine but bigger and on the ground floor.” she explains. “I call him my brother because he and I started bonding before I was born, and after he was the only one not totally annoyed at my curiosity.” she arches a brow. “We're not talking canva eating sewer rats, are we … because I can hang my canvases up .. I just don’t want to.”
Angel smiles “Yes I’ve seen that too….it’s nice.” Then he laughs “No sewer rats, just my friend Fieval. I have a chinchilla. He was actually meant to be a wedding present to Krista but she gave him back when we split so now he’s mine. He’s a pretty mellow pet, but his care is complex sometimes.”
Ziggy arches her brows. “As long as I don’t have to be jealous and he doesn’t eat my canvases, we can live in harmony.” she grins. “Does that mean I’m meeting the family, or are you packing your things to move in here already?” she smiles at him playfully. She knows Angel’s living situation .. bunking in the living room with his brother. And frankly if it's the latter … she might just get dressed to help schlep his bags.
Angel cracks up a bit “I was thinking meeting the family but are you inviting Fievel and I already? He has an aquarium so he won’t eat your things. Let’s see how our families react and go from there?” He’s jovial but she’s letting ideas run amok in his brain. Oh who was he kidding they were already pounding at the door.
Ziggy climbs on top of him as he speaks. “I think I am, yes.” she laughs a bit with him and adjusts him under her, just pressing him into her clit a bit. “Fievel will like it here, its small but I like it.” she nods and bends forward, nuzzling his neck. “I’ll talk to my mom … later.” she promises. “Because I feel like I’m yours already.” she lets her eyes drift to her walls. So many pictures and some of nude men and she wondered if those would be a problem. She’d handle it if it was. Ws she his or was it like her life. One of many around to love that weren’t family. She chastises herself for that thought.
Angel gets immediately and noticeably distracted by her on top of him pressing into him “Mmmm…..oh……” He lets his hands grip her hips a bit and closes his eyes “I like it here...and ..” He thrusts up at her a bit “Right here…” He grunts “Good...I want you to be mine, all mine. I’m a little selfish that way.” He admits and chuckles. He had noticed the portraits. She was an artist. Maybe they were models like from a class. He sure hoped they weren’t anything else. Without meaning to be rough he pulls her face to his for a bit of a demanding kiss.
Ziggy smiles, her hand still pressing his softening member into her clit. When he says he wants her to be all his, even he may feel her clit pulse against him. His kiss does demand and she tries to roll them so he is on top of her. She spreads her legs and arches up. “Be selfish with me. I’m all yours. I want it that way.” she kisses him again, her kisses wanting, passionate.
Angel rolls on her feeling himself becoming erect at her pressing, words, and being. He kisses her back harder now, he feels her pulse and moans a little into her mouth. And within a few minutes of rolling around he’s sliding into her again, and circling his hips unless she stops him.
Ziggy wouldn’t stop him for anything. She moans as he slides into her and arches her own to meet his thrust. Looking up at him, she tries to meet his eyes. She’s his … some women would be disgusted, but this is what Ziggy ants and needs from her man. She wraps her arms around him, encouraging him to be closer and plunge deeper into her.
Angel grips her shoulders and thrusts deeper and deeper. Things are going a little faster this time but he doesn’t mind. He meets her gaze, possessing her a bit with his, taking her, letting himself give in. But he’s not without desire for her to enjoy all of it. He dips his head down and moves his mouth to her breasts while they keep going, playinga dn flicking at her nipples with his tongue “Cum for my Ziggy, please, oh god….”
Ziggy feels him move inside of her, pressing into her. The pleasure mounts and when he begins to flick her nipples, it’s like they suddenly are hard wired to her clit. She is at the edge when he tells her to cum … for him … it is like falling into an abyss. “Angel …….” is all she can get out before she is bucking under him with the strength of her orgasm. He has claimed her … and she is happily claimed by him.
Angel rides it out with her. He had started to cum at the same time, wired through her, to her. He can’t believe the connection he has to Ziggy. She’s everything he wants and she was right here the whole time. He just washed the damn card. She’s his, she’s committed to it with her words and body and he’ll keep her. “I love you.” He murmurs into her neck.
Ziggy pants under him. “I love you, too.” She caresses his back and kisses his cheek. It’s a feeling she’s never experienced … she truly feels that she belongs to him. His woman. She had never wanted anything as much as she wanted this man.
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