Chapter 252: Nice Night For A Walk
They sat at the small table with two plates of reheated pasta in front of them.
Kelly took a bite first, chewed, and made a face. "It’s mushy," she said. "I should have turned the gas off ten minutes before instead of letting it sit."
"It’s still good," Liam said, eating another forkful. "I missed your cooking."
She looked at him for a moment, the corner of her mouth softening. "Okay," she said. "Fine. I’ll allow it."
They ate in comfortable quiet for a few minutes, the kitchen still smelling faintly of garlic, the clothes from earlier still scattered across the floor near the cabinet.
"How was the travel?" she asked, twirling pasta around her fork.
"Life changing," Liam said.
She raised an eyebrow at the phrasing but let it sit. "Okay," she said. "Glad you survived it."
"What about you," he said. "What have you been up to while I was gone."
She lit up immediately, setting her fork down. "I actually did a lot of thinking," she said. "About us. About things we could try." She paused. "I did some research."
"Research," Liam said.
"On things to do together," she said. "I had this whole list." Her expression dimmed slightly. "But then I went through it in my head and realized we’d already done most of it."
"That’s not a bad thing," Liam said. "There’s no need to be sad about that. There’s still got to be something on there we haven’t done."
She thought about it for a second. "There’s one," she said. "But it’s pretty much impossible where I live."
"What is it."
"Outdoor sex," she said.
Liam smiled. "Don’t worry about that."
She looked at him, studying his expression, the smile still sitting there easy and confident.
"Don’t worry about it how," she said.
He just kept smiling.
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Kelly’s neighbourhood park was cold that night, the air carrying a sharp edge that came in right before the season properly turned, the kind of cold that made your breath visible in short clouds.
The moon was high and mostly full, throwing pale light across the grass and the paths and the trees lining the edges of the open field, the whole place quiet except for the wind moving through the branches and the distant hum of the city somewhere beyond the treeline.
Liam was in his regular clothes, a jacket zipped up against the chill. Kelly walked beside him in a long brown coat, belted at the waist, her hands tucked into the pockets, her breath fogging in front of her face with every exhale.
They walked along one of the paths, gravel crunching softly under their shoes, the trees casting long shadows in the moonlight.
A figure passed them going the other way, someone walking a dog, barely glancing at them as they went by.
Both of them turned and watched the figure continue down the path, getting smaller, not stopping, not looking back.
Liam pointed toward a tree set slightly off the main path, its branches wide and low, the trunk thick enough to throw real shadow.
"This way," he said.
They moved off the path and crossed the grass to the tree. Liam stopped beside it and looked at Kelly.
"Stand in front of it," he said.
She did, her back against the bark, looking at him.
"Strip," he said.
Her hands went to the belt of her coat and then stopped. "Liam," she said. "I think I’m having second thoughts."
"You don’t have to worry," he said, stepping closer. "Trust me."
She looked at him for a long moment, the moonlight catching the side of her face, her breath visible between them.
Then she undid the belt.
She opened the coat.
She had nothing on underneath.
Her skin was pale in the moonlight, the cold air already raising goosebumps across her arms and stomach, her boobs full and round with her nipples hard from the chill, standing out clearly against her chest.
Below, her pussy was visible between her thighs, the cold doing nothing to hide the way her body had already started responding to where this was heading.
Liam looked at her for a moment.
Then he closed the distance and reached down between her legs.
He pressed two fingers in.
"Oh—" Her head went back against the tree trunk.
"You’re already this wet," he said, working his fingers slowly. "From standing here."
"It’s the cold," she said, breathless.
He smiled and dropped to his knees in front of her.
He pressed his mouth against her and started licking, slow deliberate strokes against her pussy, his tongue moving in circles before finding a rhythm.
"Haa—" Her hand shot out and grabbed the bark beside her, her nails scraping against it. "Oh god—"
He kept going.
The cold air did nothing to slow him down, his mouth working steadily, finding the places that made her hips jerk forward involuntarily, her other hand coming up to grip a low branch above her head.
"Mm— Liam—"
He continued, his tongue moving with deliberate patience, her sounds coming out into the quiet of the park, swallowed mostly by the open space and the wind in the branches above them.
"Haa— oh— don’t stop—"
He didn’t.
Her legs were shaking slightly now, her grip on the bark and the branch both tightening, her hips rolling forward to meet his mouth.
Then she went still.
"Liam," she whispered, urgent. "Someone’s coming."
He glanced sideways without lifting his head. A figure was approaching along the main path, distant but moving in their direction, the shape of someone out for a late walk.
She pushed at his shoulder. "Liam, stop—"
He didn’t stop.
He activated Pulse Tease through his tongue instead.
The current hit her immediately and her whole body locked, her hand flying to her own mouth, the sound that came out muffled but unmistakable, her legs beginning to shake harder.
"Mmph— oh god—"
She came.
Her knees buckled and her back slid down the bark slightly before she caught herself, her hand still over her mouth, her whole body trembling, the figure on the path passing by without ever looking in their direction, oblivious to everything happening twenty meters away in the shadow of the tree.
Liam stood up slowly.
He looked at her, flushed and shaking, her coat hanging open around her, her chest rising and falling fast.
"Your turn," he said.
He reached down and undid his trousers, pushing them down along with his boxers, his dick already hard, standing out in the cold night air.
Kelly stared at him for a moment, still catching her breath from everything that had just happened to her against the tree.
Then she pushed herself off the bark and lowered herself slowly, her knees finding the cold grass in front of him, the chill of it barely registering through everything else she was feeling.
She looked up at him once.
Then she wrapped one hand around the base of him and took him into her mouth.
"Mm—"
She started slow, her lips sealing around him, her tongue pressing flat against the underside, working him in steady deliberate strokes.
Liam put one hand on the back of her head, not directing yet, just resting there, feeling the rhythm she had settled into.
She pulled back and went down again, deeper this time, the cold air around them seeming to make every sensation sharper, more present.
"Mm— ah—"
She kept her pace steady for a while, building it slowly, her hand working the base in time with her mouth, her eyes occasionally flicking up to his face to read his reaction.
He felt his hand tighten slightly in her hair.
She noticed.
She went deeper.
Her head moved further down, taking more of him than before, her throat working around him as she pushed past her usual depth. A muffled sound came from her chest.
"Mmph—"
She held there for a second.
Then she pulled back slowly, dragging her lips the full length of him, and looked up at him, her breath visible in the cold air between them.
"Kelly," he said, his voice rough.
She went back down.
This time she didn’t stop at her usual point.
She kept going, her hand at the base now just steadying rather than working, her mouth taking him deeper than before, her throat opening to accommodate him, her eyes watering slightly from the effort.
"Mmph— mmph—"
His grip in her hair tightened properly this time, his hips moving forward slightly to meet her.
She stayed there, breathing through her nose, her throat working around him in slow controlled pulses, holding the position for several long seconds before pulling back to catch a full breath.
"You good?" he said, looking down at her.
She nodded, her lips swollen, her eyes glassy from the cold and the effort both. Then she went back down without answering further.
She found a new rhythm this time, deeper with every stroke, her head moving steadily, the sound of her taking him filling the quiet space under the tree, mixing with the wind moving through the branches above them.
"Mmph— mmph— mmph—"
Liam’s hand pressed her down further on one stroke and held her there, feeling her throat tighten and work around him, her hands gripping his thighs hard.
He released her.
She pulled back, gasping properly this time, a thin line of saliva connecting her lips to him for a second before breaking. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked up at him.
"More," he said.
She went back down immediately.
She kept the deep rhythm going now, full strokes, her throat opening and closing around him with practiced control, her hand returning to work the base whenever she needed a breath, alternating between depth and pace without losing momentum either way.
"Mm— ah— Kelly—"
He felt it building fast.
She felt it too, the change in his breathing, the tension in his hand against her head, and she didn’t slow down, keeping the deep steady pace exactly where it was.
"Kelly—"
She took him deep one final time and held.
He came.
His hand tightened in her hair, a low rough sound leaving him into the cold quiet of the park, and she stayed exactly where she was, her throat working around him, swallowing steadily until it was completely done.
She pulled back slowly and sat back on her heels, looking up at him, her breath visible in white clouds between them, her lips swollen, her eyes watering slightly in the moonlight.
Liam exhaled, looking down at her.
"Finally," he said.
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