A beacon signal on the deserted island I’ve come to save her from.
But her eyes leave mine, and she whimpers a little, reaching up to tug at my zipper.
“Oh,” she gasps, and I know I’m done.
I struggle for breath as I fish my thick member out for her. Her eyes widen and a high-pitched sound escapes her as she leans forward, taking me in both hands, stroking me at once with her tiny hands all white with suds.
All warm from the water.
In three quick heartbeats, I’m as hard as stone, my thick head swollen so much I barely recognize my own organ in her grasp.
“That better?” she coos, and I feel my head pumping in time with her hands, her fingers and both palms straining around my girth, eager to explore me as much as pleasure me.
I thought it would be too much like I’d finish before we even start. But there’s a knowledge in her touch.
Like my body and hers have chemistry that guarantees the best possible outcomes for us both.
Literally.
She shudders and moans, her eyes wide and her head shaking like she’s never felt or seen anything that turns her on so much.
One of her hands moves down to cup my balls, which although I feel rising up feel fuller than ever. Like they were made for this moment. Made for her.
“I want this…” she teases me, her tongue flashing across her lips as she circles the tip of my cock with her thumb. “…In here…” She gasps, reaching down and showing me her sweet hole as she opens it wide under the water with the same fingers she returns on my meat as I feel my head bobbing back.
Knowing I’ll have her.
Knowing she’ll be mine from this night on, and every night after it.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Naomi
Dinner or that dick?
I’ve had an hour maybe more in this tub to think things over and I know where my heart lies.
I know what I really want.
Tired me, hangry me, overreacting to something stupid is nothing new and Parker’s handled it like a champ. As well as a complete gentleman.
I knew from the second I saw him that I wanted him. But more than that.
I want to be his alone.
So he’s got an older mom who doesn’t take sudden changes very well. Why should that stop us from doing what we both know is so right.
If there’s one person I trust in this world now, it’s Parker and if he says I can live here, without having to worry about a thing from now on, then why shouldn’t I?
I guess I’ve never had to make a real decision like this before, plus I guess I’ve never had the chance to either.
Everyone’s been down on me from day one in most things and Parker’s the one real man who’s stepped up and said how he wants things if I want the same.
It’s a little scary, sure.
But it’s scary good at the same time.
I know I need to work on my sexy voice, my moves with him. And once I show him what he really wants, once he takes out that huge cock of his, I know there’s only one thing for it.
We both need to seal our deal in the only way our bodies know how.
If kissing a real man was something neat, then Parker’s upped the ante a hundredfold with his meat.
I want him though. Not just his body.
The fact that it’s a twofer, that I get the man and his magnificent body… Oh. My. God.
But before any of that, before I give myself to him completely, he wants to dry me off.
It’s a huge tub, but no way both of us can fit in here and do what we want to right now.
Maybe later. I tell myself, filing away the mental image of Parker filling me balls deep from behind as I hang my ass over the side of the old cast iron tub.
For now, though, he has the robe and towels I only recently noticed he deliberately left out from my treat so I’d call him in here.
He strips completely naked for me first though.
Knowing I’m still shy, he wants to show me that there’s nothing he’s hiding or maybe even a little shy of either.
If that’s at all possible.
I try not to focus too much on his bobbing hardness as he strips, but it’s kinda hard to miss.
There are his rippling arms, chest, and shoulders. Abs of course.
If it were anyone else, anywhere else, I’d be rolling my eyes but Parker carries it so naturally, so well.
He deserves it.
With no more masks or costumes for us to hide behind, it’s like we’re meeting again for the first time and I can’t help but notice his eyes are on mine the whole time.
He sees me, not just my body, and once I get over the orgasm-inducing shock of the sight of him totally naked, it’s his eyes I get lost in most of all.
Kind of.
Sort of.
Okay, I peek at his body a bit, but once he helps me out of the tub and starts to dry me off, I can’t help but let my hands wander, meeting the firm lines and curves of his own body every chance I get.
His hands exploring all of my curves, even though they’re soft as butter compared to his.
The towel is huge, soft, and smells great like everything Parker owns or touches.
It’s like he’s distilled his perfect male essence into a bottle and sprayed the whole world with it around him without it being too much, always just enough.
“I’m sorry for acting like a brat,” I tell him, my teeth almost chattering as he pats my naked chest with the towel for the tenth time.
Sensations exploding in my nipples with each pass and my knees becoming weaker by the second.
If there’s such a thing as torture by foreplay, this is it.
A slow dry down slash rub down from a god of a man who’s naked to boot and as hard as hell the whole time…
God, I love him.
I actually love him. I know I do.
He’s so coy, only answering me whenever I say anything with a gentle kiss of his lips against mine.
The slight stubble on his chiseled chin tickling my face and passing another thousand volts of electricity he has pulsing through his veins deeper into my own body until it feels like I can’t take it anymore.
As perfect as all this is, if he doesn’t touch me down there soon, I’m gonna… I don’t even want to find out.
And I don’t have to wait a second longer either.
Parker knows just what his girl needs, and his timing is perfect as always.
He’s dried me off a long time ago, but I’m all wet again between my legs once his huge hand slips between my thighs, cupping my swollen pussy in one movement as his other hand grips my neck, pulling me towards him as he kisses me like he means business this time.
No more games.
No more teasing.
This is it.
I know he’s gonna claim me, and if it’s here on the bathroom floor or in the middle of the damned street, I really couldn’t care less right now.
“I want you, Parker. Want to be yours,” I hear myself whimper, my voice trembling in time with my legs that feel like they’ll go out from under me at any second.
“You’re just so perfect,” he whispers back, kissing me so light, so tender.
His hand tracing my pussy lips as his own lip press what I swear is the gentlest, most intense kiss any man could be capable of against my mouth.
It could be on the bath mat, maybe the kitchen table again.
But Parker only smiles.
“I love you, Naomi. And I want to take you to bed now. Our bed,” he says softly, taking his hands away just long enough to wrap me in a huge robe I know was made to fit him, and he scoops me up yet again.
The whole house is quiet, and semi-lit. I hadn’t noticed the candles all through the house before, but he’s obviously been busy while I’ve been in the tub.
“Moose is busy with his dinner, and ours can wait,” he whispers in my ear, taking it gently in his mouth as he starts to climb the stairs.
Back to the be
d, I saw before, but without his dog in it this time.
Freshly made, with crisp white linens and a dark coverlet, pillows stacked so high he could toss me straight onto it.
But he lays me down, gentle as a lamb.
A single candle flickers on each side of the bed as he stroke my hair back from my face as I grip his neck, pulling him on top of me.
I don’t want to wait another minute let alone another day without Parker claiming me as his own.
We both know already that I’m his and he’s mine.
From now on it’s just us.
And Moose, of course.
I’ve never felt a softer bed, never felt a firmer anything as my hands trace his forearms and then run up them, like tree trunks as he holds his weight over me perfectly.
He’s worried he’ll crush me, I guess, but it’s his body on mine I crave. Skin on skin, and his thick manhood inside me above all else right now.
The moment I know I thought would never come.
The day I become a real woman.
His woman.
“Just tell me this is what you want,” is all he says and I’ve never replied to anything faster in my whole life.
Without another word, just a single nod and looking deep into his dark eyes, I start to guide him inside me.
Knowing this the only thing I truly want from here on.
The only thing I’ve ever needed and so grateful that we’ve found each other.
Not gonna lie, It’s a tight squeeze at first, even though I’m wetter than a boat’s belly at high tide.
I feel his whole body tensing against mine as his thick arms support him as he starts to fill me.
There’s a little wince once he gets inside, but it really does feel like he’s unlocked something magical inside me.
I grit my teeth and curse loudly, but it’s only because he feels so damned good going in now.
His own low groans as he slides every inch into me, filling me up are drowned out by my own loud moans of complete satisfaction.
Like my whole life has been leading up to this moment. Not just filled by any man.
But filled to the brim by Parker.
My man.
Holding steady, I can tell he’s taking it slow and gentle with me, but in a second I know what I want and I know what he needs too.
“Take me, Parker,” I beg him. “Take me and fill me with our babies. I don’t care how long or how hard, just fuck me… give me all of this,” I hear myself gasping, trying my hardest to command him but feeling totally at the mercy of this power between us.
I watch his eyes widen in surprise as I start to buck and grind against him.
Purring, then grunting. Moaning and then cursing again as I feel every part of him find new and special places inside of me as his ripped body grinds and pulses against mine.
He’s balls deep inside me now and I feel like I just can’t grab a hold of enough of him to satisfy this itch he’s set off deep inside me.
I want my arms to be as broad as his own so I can grab him and hold him as tight as I need to, but at the same time, being so small under him after thinking I’m so big all my life is a thrill in itself.
Everyone’s always said I should lose weight.
Be this or be that.
With Parker, it’s like a perfect lock and key arrangement, and there’s nothing we don’t want to try once it’s clear to each of us that we’re a perfect fit.
His big to my small.
My big to the rest of the world is his perfect fit because he’s bigger than anything.
I hear myself call out. It’s too soon, but the effect he has on me, I can’t help it.
Once I get my ankles behind his ears and he fills me like never before, his manhood hitting my sweet spot.
Something I’ve only heard about, a lot like love at first sight, it was a ‘yeah right’ moment.
But no. It’s real, and we both feel it instantly.
I start to shiver and his whole body stiffens, gripping my ass with two herculean hands as he thrusts one more time deep inside me.
And it happens.
Our first time, we share it together.
The first orgasm he gave me with his mouth is still beautiful, just like a snapshot of the earth from the moon as I feel him quake inside me once I have the same experience times a thousand.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Parker
I know she’s mine before I walk into the bathroom. Before I even see or touch her smooth, soft skin.
Everything about having her here, in this house. Me and her with Moose.
Us.
It’s just too perfect but I know it’s real now.
This is happening.
Claiming her is an honor.
In honor of her. I worship her and she worships me in turn until we both know it’s the same thing. There’s no denying that we’re the same inside, despite all our so-called differences.
Age is just a number and everything is relative.
She’s mine and I’m hers.
There’s no distinction between us anymore once we share that climax.
Once I feel her body melt into mine and the whole world disappears.
Everything’s gone and it’s just a feeling that neither of us could ever put a word to, but at the slightest touch, we’ll remember it forever.
I don’t count how many times I tell her I love her but she replies the same with each of mine.
Collapsing onto her, she holds my weight with a purr while I’m still inside her, telling me she wants this forever.
And I already know I’ll take her up on that.
Not sure how long we lay tangled half in and half out of the sheets, but at a certain point I become aware of a familiar, very hot breath on the back of my neck.
Startled, I look up, into Naomi’s eyes and know it’s not her.
Her own look is a faraway one with a smile still glued to her lips as I kiss them one more time.
“Moose? How’d you get back in here?” I ask him, not even needing to turn over to see him standing by the side of the bed, his tongue wagging in time with his huge tail.
He’s hidden his bone and had his feast. And true to form he’s broken back inside to come challenge me to find where he’s hidden the majority of everything I’ve given him to eat, knowing full well he’ll be saving it for later.
Later. In dog, time could be weeks, and I groan a little before laughing as I remind myself again why I don’t give him treats like this but I really did just need an hour or two alone for once.
He doesn’t mind, and he seems to pick up Naomi’s pleasant mood too, letting me know he’s happy we could work out our differences.
However, it is that we humans managed to do it.
Moose has never had a girlfriend either, and I wonder if it’ll cause a problem between us on the job if Naomi is with us both full time.
It’s a fleeting thought, a professional cop thought.
The kind I can’t help but have, as much as when I record in my mind how tall someone is or where they live. What they were wearing last time I saw them.
Stuff like that.
Just mental chatter I can’t help. Like the radio that garbles for twelve hours a day every shift.
A piece of my mind I can’t help anymore.
Once a cop, always a cop.
I figure Moose is the same. Sussing things out in his own way, and like me, he’s just enjoying the downtime we both have.
He with his bone and meat. Me with the girl of my dreams.
“Hi Moose,” Naomi eventually murmurs, covering herself and responding to him, obviously waiting for her to notice him there as well.
We both chuckle and he gives us our space, seating himself down by the bed for a change, showing some real manners.
“You ready for something to eat?” I ask her, reaching over and sighing pleasantly when she grabs my hand in both of hers, dragging it under the covers to feel her all over some more.
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�Maybe I got something you wanna eat?” she teases me, and I wonder if I haven’t unleashed something I can’t control, but she puts me out of my misery quickly.
“I’m kidding, Parker. I could eat a horse. Everything down there needs at least twenty-four hours before we have a replay,” she giggles.
“I didn’t hurt you?” I ask, sounding worried, but I know what she means.
“You didn’t hurt me. But I might walk funny for a while,” she confesses.
Moose whines and I prop myself up on one elbow, wondering if he’s eaten too much or if something got stuck.
Another thought flashing through my cop’s mind.
The cop mind I know we share as a team.
Ah Jesus, not tonight. Please not tonight.
“What is it?” Naomi asks, putting her hand on my arm, feeling my reaction to Moose.
“Nothing,” I tell her hopefully. “Let’s get downstairs and eat, eh?” I suggest and we all head downstairs.
Naomi in one of my shirts and nothing else and me in the robe I thought she might like. But once I see her in my shirt, I’m hooked.
The meat’s warm and rested, and everything else is ready to serve.
I’m partway through plating up for Naomi when I hear it.
The payback for the best day of my life.
My beeper lets out a shrill alarm sound. Something that could never be mistaken for anything else.
Straight away, Moose heads for the door and stands alert, ready to have his harness fitted.
I move by instinct, but Moose is whining because I’m slow today.
“What’s that?” Naomi calls out, almost shouting until I check in on the beeper by acknowledging it.
My phone rings a second later and I only have a few minutes to explain to her once I get the message.
“It’s a call. Emergency. All tactical and K9 units required… I’m sorry Naomi, but I gotta go, this is what we do,” I hear myself telling her, feeling like an asshole but needing to saddle up and move out.
I push what food I have ready in front of her, putting my hand on her shoulder before I move to get ready.
“Stay inside until I get back. Don’t open the door, not for anyone but me, okay?” I instruct her.
“I’m scared, Parker,” she tells me honestly.
“I’ll be home as soon as I can, but… Just promise me you’ll stay here. Go nowhere and don’t open that door. Okay?” I ask her again. She gives a sharp nod.
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