‘I still love city life too, Dan and there’s a partners meeting every month on the last Thursday.’
‘So we’ll both return to London once a month, say from the Wednesday night, or Thursday morning, to the Sunday. You get to be there for your meeting and to catch up with any friends, or to go out with Brooke.’
‘What about client meetings? They’re irregular, as and when.’
‘I told you the plane’s at your disposal, or we simply fly them here and put them up at the hotel and you conduct your meetings there, while they have a free break.’
‘Dan, that would cost an absolute fortune,’ I protested.
‘You need to get it into your head that I earn an extortionate amount of money, Ellie. Since you landed I’ve earned enough to have paid for the plane, car and boat with spare change. A few clients a month in my own hotel isn’t even a drop in the ocean. Why are you finding excuses? You don’t trust me? You don’t want to live with me?’
‘It’s a big thing Dan. We’ve been dating for less than a week. Last year we had three days together, the year before four weeks of constant emotional arguing.’
‘I don’t give a fuck about time scales, Ellie. You’re the woman for me, I know it, I feel it in my gut. It’s like someone turns on a light whenever you’re around, everything’s bright and I can see my future with you mapped out. When we’re apart there’s nothing but a depressing black hole that I can’t see a way out of, an eternity of bloody misery. I need you, Ellie. I love you so much it actually hurts,’ he stated, with so much emotion in his voice I felt my stomach flip. He stood there with his fists tightly balled against his sides, his muscles tensed up ready for a fight.
‘I feel the same about you, Oliver Daniel Davenport and I don’t want our son to have any more time away from you than is absolutely necessary,’ I replied as I stood up, walked up to him and put my palms on his chest. ‘I love you, I love how passionate you are about us, about our family. If it’s really no trouble flying my friends and your family here for regular visits then yes, I’ll do it.’
‘You will?’ he exclaimed, as he clasped my face and looked down at me. ‘You really will?’
‘I will,’ I nodded. ‘We need you too. No one has ever made me feel more cherished, loved or safe in my life and I know that you’ll give all those emotions and attentions to our beautiful boy. He needs to have his father in his life every day, just like I do.’
‘You’ve no idea how happy you just made me, Miss Baxter,’ he sighed as he placed a delicate butterfly like kiss on my forehead. ‘You won’t regret it, that’s a promise.’
‘I’d better not, or you know I’ll yell “Fuck you arsehole” down the phone at you,’ I laughed as I slipped my hands around his waist and held that biteable backside of his. ‘Now about this looking after me with orgasms deal, do you have a moment now?’
‘I sure do,’ he replied, as his lips lifted in one corner into one hell of a sexy smile. ‘Come with me.’
‘O, I plan too,’ I replied with a wink, making him laugh. He took my hand and grabbed the baby monitor and surprised me by leading me around the side of the house, under the shade of one of the pines trees and carefully set the monitor on the ground. ‘Take off your jeans, leave your knickers on,’ he ordered as he straightened up.
‘Here?’ I gasped. ‘What if someone comes to the house?’
‘They’ll approach from the other side. From now on during sex you’ll obey me when I give you an instruction, willingly. Understood?’ The look in his eyes was a mixture of steely determination with a don’t fuck with me aura, combined with burning carnality that turned me on in a second. I gulped and nodded and started undoing my buttons, as I kicked my flip flops off. ‘Understood, Miss Baxter?’
‘Yes, Mr. Davenport,’ I sighed as a shiver of pleasure ran through me. I felt like the sexy secretary who’d been called in for a telling off, but ended up getting fucked on the desk by the boss. I’d had that fantasy for a while, never with John though, thank God.
‘Yes, Sir. You’ll address me as “Sir” during sexual encounters whenever I ask you to.’
‘Not Dan?’ I looked up at him surprised, as I stepped out of my jeans.
‘Dan’s fine unless I tell you otherwise, right now it’s Sir.’
‘Yes, Sir,’ I nodded, as I put my hands on my hips and tried to strike as sexy a pose as I could, as his eyes devoured me. He was really taken with my swollen breasts and nipples, I’d deduced other than my pussy, this was his favourite part of me, though he did treat all of my body with equality, never discriminating against any part of it. I sighed again, I’d so struck lucky finding a man so sexually giving as Dan.
‘What are you thinking?’ he smirked.
‘Nothing,’ I shrugged, as I felt my cheeks heat up.
‘For starters I don’t believe you and “Nothing, Sir,” Miss Baxter.’
‘I was thinking how skilled you are in making me come, Sir,’ I replied and watched the flames in his irises dance as his nostrils flared. His fists balled up at his sides and there was an obvious protrusion in his shorts. I kept my eyes on it, as his fingers moved to undo the button, then lower the zip, which he did agonisingly slowly.
‘Tell me what you’d like me to do to you, Miss Baxter?’ he purred. I shivered again, his voice was as good as his fingers lightly trailing across my skin, not to mention the whole “Miss Baxter” thing.
‘I’d like you to remove my wet knickers and impale me with that giant cock of yours, Sir,’ I replied all flustered.
‘You don’t want to come?’ he enquired with a hint of amusement in his voice.
‘I didn’t think it needed stating, Sir. It’s a given with you.’
‘Excellent answer,’ he chuckled, as his elegantly long fingers snuck into his boxers and swiftly released the beast. I took a sharp breath. His beautiful thick cock had to rank up there as one of my favourite parts of his body. There again so was his tongue … his abs … those pecs, that V, o God … his rugby player thighs, those thighs that made mine quiver as they kept them so stretched apart. But then there was his gorgeous face and stunning eyes … o crap, who was I kidding? There was nothing about him that I didn’t love. ‘You seem distracted. Is there somewhere else you’d rather be?’ he asked as he slowly stroked himself, his soft head gleaming with pre-come that I longing to lick away for him.
‘No, Sir. I was imagining how good you were going to make me feel,’ I replied, as I moistened my lips and moved my gaze up to his sea green pools that burned into me.
‘Indeed,’ he smirked. ‘Now tell me how wet your knickers are?’
‘Soaking,’ I moaned. ‘Sir,’ I quickly added, not wanting to know what would happen if I didn’t obey him.
‘Turn around and face the wall, palms flat on it and part your legs,’ he barked sternly, but the twinkle in his eyes gave away just how much he was enjoying this power play. I did as instructed and grimaced. My nipples were so swollen they were painful and the throbbing between my legs was intense. If he could turn me on this much with just a few orders, I’d happily role play every time, though I’d still want to moan “Dan” every now and again. I heard him groan and the crack of some twigs under his feet, then suddenly his warm palm was caressing my backside. I moaned to feel the effect such a simple act had on me, but the moan soon turned to a squeal as my body was jerked upwards, as my lace thong was ripped upwards and torn into pieces and flung on the floor next to me. I felt his foot gently kick each of my ankles, indicating for me to spread my legs further, which I did immediately as I felt myself flood. There was something about being half naked outside, with the fresh air skimming your privates that just added to how horny this whole experience was. ‘Jesus, you’re absolutely soaking,’ Dan gasped.
‘Yes,’ I whispered. ‘Because of you, you turn me on so much.’
‘For me,’ he stated proudly.
‘For you, only you,’ I repeated with a nod, as I looked at him over my shoulder and was rewarded with his ind
ex finger ploughing through my slick folds.
‘Damn right only me,’ he growled, as he plunged two fingers coarsely into my depths, eliciting a startled, pleasurable cry from me. ‘Stay still, no bucking, no thrusting and no coming until I tell you to.’
‘Yes,’ I moaned as I fought against the urge to move my body in time with his fingers moving rapidly in and out of me, the sensation of pleasure building higher and higher. I gasped as I felt a stinging slap on my bottom, the heat radiating rapidly.
‘Yes what?’ he barked, as his fingers ceased all movement.
‘Yes, Sir,’ I called. Every sense was heightened, my arousal at its peak. I’d never have imagined a simple spank and being bossed around sexually could be so damn erotic. I squealed as he twisted his fingers and gently curved them inwards, stimulating my g-spot.
‘You’ve never been so wet, Ellie. I can’t wait to lick you, to suck on that greedy clit of yours as you beg me for more. I love drinking you in, especially when you’re full of my come, sweet and salt combined, evidence of our passion for each other. Do you want that? To feel me nudging my way into you, stretching your tight little muscles, bruising you internally, spurting and filling you with my come. Is that what you want?’
‘Yes, yes, YES, Sir,’ I sobbed, fighting the intense desire to come was torture. Tensing up and holding my breath helped, but him talking to me like that, talking dirty as his skilled fingers worked inside me was too much. I was so close to losing it. I felt him tuck in behind me, bend over and tug my ear lobe between his teeth.
‘I love you, Ellie Baxter,’ he murmured. ‘Come for me, baby.’
‘Dan,’ I mewled, as I let go and my orgasm ripped through me, pleasure expanding outwards from where his fingers were tightly embedded in me. His other hand palmed my stomach to help me stay upright as my climax ravaged my body and mind. As my response slowed and my eyes refocused, he withdrew his fingers and his hands moved under my t-shirt to cup my breasts and gently squeezed.
‘I’ll let you off that slip of the tongue given you were so blissed out. God I want to fuck you. Do you have any idea what a beautiful sight you are bent over like this? That curvaceous backside tempting me, your hot, wet, pink and snug cunt quivering as it waits for my attentions. You have a direct hotline to my cock, Miss Baxter. No one’s ever had me this crazed about a woman before.’
‘So stop talking and fuck me, Sir,’ I ordered with a half-smile, anticipating the swift spank that followed that had my eyes close, jaw drop and back arch.
‘I think you’re liking submitting to me,’ he purred as he kissed my neck.
‘I’ll take you any way I can get you, Sir,’ I sighed as I tilted my head, offering up my sensitive skin for his lips to move across.
‘Yes, you will, whenever I desire it. You’re mine to pleasure now. I’ll give you bliss on a scale you’ve never experienced before, you’ll crave me all the time, miss my cock buried inside you, my hands touching your skin.’ He slowly moved his hands along my body, as I let out a soft sigh of contentment. If ever there was a man I wanted to be owned by, it was Oliver Daniel Davenport. He straightened up, trailing his finger down my spine and down the crack of my butt cheeks and I tensed as he slowly circled my puckered opening. ‘One day I’m going to show you the delights of anal play, my tongue, my fingers and ultimately my cock will pleasure you here and you’ll beg me to do it again.’
‘O God,’ I moaned as a shiver of excitement skimmed my body. His hands moved down the back of my thighs and calves as he crouched behind me, before he tapped each ankle, indicating that he wanted me to spread my legs even further. I could feel my arousal seeping out of me, desperate to have his solid cock nestled inside me. I arched again as his warm tongue flicked gently against my swollen clit, immediately making me tremble again as his groan vibrated through me. He eased my buttocks apart to give him better access and sucked on my clit and puffed up lips at the same time. ‘Uh … uhhhhh.’
‘Hmmm,’ he sighed as he lapped at me, occasionally forcing his tongue inside me until I was begging him to finish me off, which he did swiftly. I didn’t have a chance to fully recover before he forced his way inside me, groaning loudly as I started to sob, overwhelmed with satisfaction. Zac and Matt had never felt so good inside me, nor taken the time to explore my body selflessly.
‘Sir,’ I cried, loving the feeling of him swelling inside me at the term.
‘O God, I lose all fucking control when I’m inside you,’ he uttered. ‘No one ever felt so good.’ He started to power in and out of me with such force I had to brace my elbows, to stop myself from collapsing on the rough stone wall in front of me. I could hear the combined noise of my mewls of pleasure and his grunts as he fought the urge to come. When he leaned over me again and slid a hand around my side to finger my clit as well, I started to quake as my body lost normal feeling and started to soar. I felt like I was levitating and high all at once, it was indescribably good.
‘Uh … ah … Dan, O God, Dan,’ I panted, as he continued to fuck me showing no signs of slowing down. I could imagine him with his face screwed up in pleasure, his eyelids hanging heavy, his jaw clenched and breathing coming fast. He was like this for me, for me. The thought had my body tense up as my muscles rippled around his shaft.
‘Fuck,’ he yelled. ‘You’d better be close.’
‘Yes,’ I whimpered, as his thrusts became harder, lifting me up onto the tips of my toes and I bit my forearm to stop myself from screaming.
‘Come for me baby, come now,’ he demanded, his baritone tremors like silk moving across my ears.
‘O … my … God,’ I moaned, the noise muffled by my arm pressed against my lips. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, as it felt like my head exploded along with my core, as utter joy surged through my body.
‘Ellie, you fucking wreck me,’ he uttered on the crest of a roar that came from deep within, his fingers boring into my hips as he thrust one final time, threatening to shatter my womb. He yanked me upright as I spasmed again and again, his strong forearms wrapped around my shoulders, my back against his chest as his cock continued to flex inside me, his heat warming me to the core.
‘You can talk,’ I laughed between gasps for air. He nosed through my hair, kissing me in that spot that just crucified me and had me turn to liquid in his arms. He moved a hand up to clutch my chin and tilt my head back and to the side so he could take my mouth possessively, his tongue dancing with mine. I wanted time to freeze, to hold us in this blissed out state where all that mattered was how we felt about each other. Could I really love him this much already? What would sex with him be like when we knew each other’s bodies even more? When I’d been with him for months, or years even? My mind didn’t have the capacity to comprehend my heart holding any more love than it already did for him and Oliver, with Brooke and Molly in there too, it was already bursting at the seams. ‘I love you, so much,’ I sighed as he pulled away slightly, leaving his lips lingering against mine as we exchanged air. He ran his thumb along my jaw bone as he closed his eyes and let out a contented sigh.
‘You really mean that?’
‘Yes, even at your most moody and cantankerous, I was just programmed to fall for you.’
‘And now?’
‘My programs on full spin, I feel dizzy and whiplashed whenever I’m with you, you batter all of my senses until I’m a beautiful mess.’
‘You are beautiful, inside and out. How the hell did my luck change and bring you to me?’ he asked as he brushed his lips along mine, sparks of pleasure igniting between us.
‘Maybe the universe sensed we needed each other,’ I whispered as I held his gaze.
‘Right now it’s sensing our son needs us,’ he laughed, as we heard him squeal down the baby monitor.
‘Our son,’ I smiled, loving hearing those words come from his mouth.
‘I’m going to look after you both so well,’ he stated with such sincerity in his voice I felt my eyes well up.
‘I never doubted
it,’ I replied, as I kissed him one last time before we uncoupled and went to see to him.
Day Twenty
Sunday 12th July ~ Year Two
Ellie
‘So, I’ve asked Mr. & Mrs. McAdams to look after Oliver for us tonight so we can go out for a meal.’
‘What?’ I looked up at him surprised. We’d woken early with Oliver wanting a feed, then when I’d got back into bed we’d watched an amazing sunrise, then just make love for ages before I’d snuggled up against him, loving how he captured me in his strong arms, keeping me as close as possible.
‘I want to take you out for a nice meal, so you can dress up and get to be Ellie, super sexy confident woman for the night, instead of Ellie, mother.’
‘So being a mother I’m not super sexy and confident anymore?’ I uttered, feeling offended.
‘That’s not what I meant,’ he frowned.
‘Then what did you mean?’ I replied as I slapped his solid bicep.
‘I just thought you might like a break from being a mum for the night, so you can dress up and feel good about yourself.’
‘I feel good about myself now, thank you very much. I’m in better physical shape than I’ve ever been, I’m happier than ever and you’re saying I need to change?’
‘Are you still experiencing mood swings from the birth?’ he enquired with a puzzled frown.
‘Not that I’m aware of, but keep pissing me off and you may just coax them out,’ I uttered, as I snaked out of his grasp and went to get up.
‘Hey, stop right there,’ he ordered, as he grabbed my hand, yanked me back down again and quickly straddled me, holding my hands above my head to stop me from moving.
‘Let me go,’ I snapped, feeling annoyed.
‘No. I don’t understand what I’ve done wrong. I find you even sexier as a mother, the mother to my son, but I read that sometimes women can feel like they lost a part of themselves. I was trying to be nice, giving you a night out where it’s all about you, not him.’
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