“No. But-you don’t have to do that,” I state, walking to the doorway of the bathroom. I feel slightly embarrassed that he either thinks I need his help, or that he thinks I’m lazy for it not to be finished yet.
“I was bored, there’s only so long I can watch you sleep. You needed the rest, and I’m not into necrophilia, so… you’ve got a lot of painting to do still.”
“Yeah I know, but I’m in the home stretch of being done so…” I reply rather defensively.
“You did a really great job on the house babe.”
I feel my cheeks flush as I bite my lower lip and smile, I have put a lot of work into the house. But I never have anyone over to see the inside, so this is the first compliment on all my hard work.
“Thank you,” I smile wider as my anxiety defuses.
I watch his muscles flex under his shirt, as he continues to paint and look fucking hot in the process.
“Are you just gonna watch me all day, or are you gonna help?” he asks, not looking back at me.
“Oh yeah, yeah,” I reply quickly as his words knock me out of my trance.
“Let me just change.”
I push away from the door.
“Okay, we’re gonna do this...we’re gonna paint.”
And it’s then I realize I’d hoped to wake up another way, more like Dornan on top of me in bed. I change into the ratty clothes I wear when I work on the house, and we spend hours painting. There’s the occasional kiss here and there, ass smacking, and long looks as we work, but no more. I stop at five and get us bowls of cereal, and as soon as we finish eating we get right back into painting. It’s around nine when we finish. My arms, shoulders, and neck scream with pain, but it’s worth it to know my house is finally finished. Dornan washes out the brushes, as I fold up the drop cloth. Van Morrison’s- “Into the Mystic” is playing over my iPod. When suddenly, Dornan grabs me and plants a kiss on my lips. My hands drop the cloth in order to place my hands over his, as he cups my cheeks. He presses soft kisses to my lips as we begin swaying to the song, and I look up into his eyes before he kisses the tip of my nose.
“I wanna rock your gypsy soul,” he sings. “Just like back in the days of old, and together we will flow into the mystic.”
I close my eyes and take in this moment. I never want to forget any time with Dornan, especially when he’s like this. Even though I’ve known him all my life, this part of him is new and I’m cherishing this unexplored side to him. My heart pangs at these awakening sensations, he makes me feel sexy and desirable, but also cared for and protected.
“Shower?” he asks in between kisses on my neck.
“I have something better,” I whisper, biting my lower lip as he sends goosebumps all over my skin.
“What could be better than seeing me wet and naked?”
I snort and turn, tugging his hand as I lead him out the backdoor. Bagheera runs out into the night ahead of us, as I take Dornan to the edge of the property just before the thick tree line. It’s fairly dark back here, the only illumination is from Mrs. Kendall’s porch lights, which gives off just enough to let me know I’m about to really enjoy this.
“Oh shit, I forgot about this. I remember when we’d come over in the summer, and your grams would let us swim here all day. Then she’d make us peanut butter and jelly sandwiches,” Dornan smiles.
We both look out at the man-made pool that my grandpa put in when my dad was a kid, it’s nothing spectacular just a huge hole in the ground, but I have some great memories here. Bagheera runs around the yard at full speed as Dornan and I both inspect the dark water. I watch Dornan look over at me because I’m stripping my clothes off. He blinks at what my hands are doing, then his eyes widen when I slip my shorts and panties off. Then I’m pretty sure he stops breathing, when I fling off my t-shirt and unclasp my bra.
“Don’t you wanna swim?” I tease, before jumping into the water.
It’s freezing cold which causes me to gasp when I come up for air, running my hands over my wet hair to smooth it back. Dornan’s still standing there, pulling his shirt over his head when I re-emerge. Our eyes meet and the smile slowly disappears from my lips as he strips for me...strips... for... me. His blue eyes watch me treading water as he slowly unbuttons the fly of his jeans, kicking his boots off, before bending down to remove them. His perfect body on display, paint covering his hands and forearms, and even at rest, a thick massive cock that I can already feel between my legs. He stands there, naked as a jaybird. The light from next door shining on him, and making the yard look black beyond his form. I just stare, taking in every inch of him, he’s beautiful.
Then I lift a hand and splash water forward, he raises his brows before stepping into the water up to his waist, and using both arms to send tidal waves of water towards me. We’re both laughing and suddenly Bagheera jumps in and we’re all splashing and being loud. At one point I glance up at the neighbor’s house and see someone looking at us through the drapes, which makes me laugh even harder. What a sight we must be and how surely Mrs. Kendall’s debating calling the cops, or an ambulance over the heart attack I’m sure we’re giving her. Suddenly, Dornan grabs my waist, causing me to cry out as he pulls me onto his lap, my legs wrapping around his hips as he treads water. Droplets of water drip from our faces as he runs his fingers over my hairline, down behind my ears to my neck and shoulders, wiping my hair back as he clears my eyes. My smile fades when I take in his serious expression.
“I don’t ever want there to be apologies between us, we get shit out and say what we need to each other because we’re closer than other people, you understand?”
I nod.
“But I’m sorry for what I said the other night. You didn’t do anything wrong. He did. You have every right to do what you want, if you want to get drunk you can. I know you’re smart enough to have had a way to get home, and I’m sorry. I would never blame you for something that wasn’t your fault, I didn’t mean to make you feel worse,” he says softly.
“I know,” I swallow hard. “I know you were just upset.”
He cups my cheeks and meets my eyes.
“You’re always so strong and you don’t take shit, and that’s what I’ve always relied on from you, you to be the one that I can talk to, to reason with me. But I never forget,” he stops and runs his thumb under my lip. “That you have always been the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on, you’re smart and independent and you don’t need me. You could live without me and be fine... but you want me, you wantme.” He ran his nose along mine. “Do you know how that makes me feel?”
I shake my head as a smile spreads over my lips, and my eyes water, a single tear spilling down my cheeks.
“It makes me feel like fucking Superman.”
I let out a small watery laugh.
“I want you to be mine V.”
I place my hands on his shoulders, my heart pounding even harder in my chest. Can I do this? Can I be Dornan’s old lady? I’ll always be tied to this life I’m beginning to realize, old lady or not, this is it for me. The reality is I need to face, well, reality. Dornan’s better to me and for me than I could ever want a man to be. He makes me feel like I’m the only woman he’s ever really seen, the only woman he’s ever let in. Watching the hesitation in my eyes, he sighs.
“And I don’t mean old lady like it is with my mom, or Gwen, or Katie even...you’re my equal. I can’t keep anything from you, even if you decide to hang your cut and leave the MC, there’ll never be a time I won’t talk to you about shit. I won’t be able to go on a job, or run and not tell you what for. I respect you too much to treat you lesser than you deserve. You’re it for me V, I’ve always known that. I trust you with my life, with my past and my future-”
“Yes,” I rush out, cutting him off. “I want to be yours Dornan.”
His eyes light up before he pulls me into his lips, taking my breath away as he stands. Lifting me as he walks us out of the water and up the massive lawn towards the house, never once stopp
ing our kiss. My ass hits the backdoor as Dornan fumbles with the handle, kicking it open once the latch gives. Water drips off us and onto the wood floors, as he carries me through the house to my bedroom. With a strong arm he guides me onto the bed, our skin still wet but now hot from kissing, and the excitement of what we’re about to do is palpable. He lays over me as I spread my legs so his hips can rest in between, soft kisses placed on my face as my hands run up and down his back. My insides are fluttering with anticipation, never in my life have I wanted someone so badly. I almost feel like I will explode with the anticipation if he doesn’t fuck me this instant. His hands clasp mine, linking our fingers and bringing them over our heads. My hips push up, cradling his erection between us, hoping that this might hint that I’m ready. But he just keeps kissing me, slow and unhurried.
“Dornan,” I growl in frustration, because clearly we’re on two different pages about the urgency here.
He chuckles softly against my neck before nipping the skin there, so I arch my back to press my chest to his. My hard nipples graze along his skin, which causes him to groan and push his hips down against mine.
“I’ve waited forever for this, but I don’t think I can wait... later, later I will worship you the way you deserve, but now I just need to fuck you,” he pants against my face.
I smile and lean up to kiss him, quickly it turns hot and wet, tongues tasting and teasing. I untangle my hand from his, slipping down between us, taking his engorged cock in my palm and squeezing. He moans, resting his forehead on mine. My closed fist runs down and up his dick, twisting my wrist at the head, as his shuddering breath dances over my lips.
“I have an IUD, we always used condoms,” I blurt out. ‘We’ in reference to me and Brayden.
His eyes meet mine as he swallows loudly, in realization that I want him bare.
“I’m clean V, condoms always, always.”
I can’t give Dornan my virginity, but I can give him this, and we can experience this first together. Pushing my hips up once more, the head of him kisses my wetness and we both freeze. Our breaths come fast and labored as Dornan reaches down to take my hand from his cock, kissing my palm before placing it over my head again. His body lifts, the head of his dick finding my entrance without any assistance. As he pushes in, every hot inch of him scorches me with no barrier. My breathing halts as my body stills and tenses, the fit’s snug and my body tightens even more in an involuntary reaction. I want him so badly, but I can’t get my body to focus. His smell, sounds, taste, and feel, all overloading my brain. The fact that this is actually even happening…it’s all too much.
“Hey,” he whispers.
His soft low voice brings me out of my head. With this I realize my eyes are tightly closed, and I blink them open when I realize he’s stopped moving.
“Hey,” he repeats and my eyes connect to his.
My breath comes out shaky, an apology on my lips but no words produce.
“It’s okay…just kiss me,” he whispers, running his nose up along mine.
My lips touch his, my body’s shivering, my shoulders jerking as my nerves fire off with adrenaline. He’s trembling too, but probably with restraint since half his cock’s sitting inside me. He kisses me slow and deep, with every lap of his tongue my body melts and accepts him. All while nodding my head over and over in silent submission that he can continue, but he just keeps kissing me until I soften even more. Then his hands grip mine tighter, as his upper body lifts and he thrusts hard into me. I let out a strangled moan that turns into a gasp, the head of his cock hitting something so deep, I swear it’s never been touched before.
“Good?” he asks in a thick voice.
“Yes, very good,” I rush out.
He looks down at me as I tilt my head up, his cock is so huge, causing sensations I’ve never felt before. This is what I’d been missing with Brayden, Dornan makes me feel cherished and loved. My pleasure is his, and the way his face changes as he nestles deep inside me. His eyes happy under the glassiness, as a smile spreads over his lips and he kisses me again.
Slowly, he begins to thrust in and out of my body, my moans growing louder as his hand runs down my arm to cup my breast, bringing his lips to my nipple. My thighs flex around his torso while I bring my hands to his head, pressing him down to suck harder. Leaving my chest with a pop, he sits up on his knees and pulls my hips onto him. I lean up, resting back on my hands as I ground down. He grabs the back of my neck to pull me closer and kiss me savagely, his cock rubbing deep, my hips begin to circle faster over him, almost frantically.
“Fuck yes, come for me V,” Dornan pants against my lips.
He looks down at where we join, his muscles flexed and sweaty. Never in all my imaginings of him like this, did I ever picture him looking this gorgeous. The way he’s holding onto me, the way his eyes scan up and zero on my lips before kissing me tenderly. His hips move fast, as his lips move slow.
My arms give way, sending me back onto the bed. He follows, never breaking the kiss. Resting his elbows beside my head, he thrusts into me hard and powerful, but slow and rhythmic. He slides his hands up into my hair, cocooning his body over mine and making me feel so small beneath his massive frame. He palms the back of my head to kiss me deeper, his tongue tangling with mine. Reaching down I begin to rub my clit vigorously, my pussy tightening around him and urging his pace faster as his hips slam into me. My insides grip him hard as I come and my muscles tighten, while my mouth opens in a silent cry before whimpers break free. Dornan groans as he buries his face in my neck, every muscle in his body flexes and hardens just before he comes inside me. I bite my lip and feel totally drained, physically and emotionally. We both heave for air as his weight lay comfortably on top of me, and I pull his shoulders closer against me.
“That was-” he stops and swallows. “Damn woman.”
“Yeah,” I sigh dreamily.
We both chuckle before he leans up, and kisses me silly. We get up and take a shower together, I’ve never showered with someone else before, let alone a man and it’s...pretty counterproductive. Something shifts between us that I like, we’ve now had sex, we’ve crossed the line of the point of no return...and it feels right. I thought it would terrify me that afterwards Dornan would realize he’d made a mistake in lusting after me all these years, he’d get a piece then try like hell to get away. Instead, we enjoy this new closeness without our clothes on. Dornan seems more, if it’s possible, into me. He keeps touching me and kissing me, and whispering sweet dirty things into my ear that make my toes curl. Going from never having anyone in my house, to him fitting into it perfectly made sense, everything made sense. Again I had several ‘duh’ moments to which I caught myself wondering why in the world we hadn’t started this sooner in life.
“Oh God don’t stop,” I moan as Dornan plunges his tongue inside me, he’d woken me up on my stomach, his hands lifting my ass in the air as he eats me out from behind. My cheek presses against the mattress, as my fingers claw at the pillows above my head. He has a glorious tongue and a wonderful mouth that when it locks onto my clit, the elation pulses through my entire body. His tongue takes long licks from my clit to my asshole, that have me shuddering and grinding against his mouth in seconds. As he crawls over my body, his hips push down on my rear, pinning me to the bed as he uses his legs to press mine together. His thick hard cock slides into me and I swear I hear angels singing, sex can’t be this good for everyone or else no one would leave their houses. When he’s to the hilt, he plants kisses on my neck, while his arms cage my shoulders. He starts to slam into me, his massive biceps hold me in place and I can get the full force of his dick fucking me. He moves hard and deep, not overly fast but the pace has me biting my lip, and white knuckling the sheets. My forehead presses into the bed, as the intensity from this is quickly driving me mad.
“Take it,” he groans.
I raise my head and let out a cry, one of his hands grabs my hair and pulls my head back causing another whimpered cry to leave me
. He begins to kiss me, his tongue and lips driving me madder. His hips slap against my ass as his thighs tighten beside my legs, his biceps bulge and I picture looking at us like this. Him completely over me and pushing his big rigid cock into me over and over, as I lay there immobile and receive what he gives me.
“Perfection,” he says into my ear. “Your tight pussy squeezing my dick, my dick making you wet and hot, wanting more,” his hand tightens in my hair.
“Oh...Dornan,” I plead.
“You like when I pull your hair and fuck you like this, fuck you from behind and you fucking take it?”
“Yes,” I sigh, nodding my head frantically.
I feel out of control, my body taking over and reaching for release. I push onto my elbows and begin to thrust my ass up to meet him.
“Dornan,” I whimper.
“Tell me what you want, babe.”
“Make me come,” I pant.
“You want to come on my cock. You want to feel me come inside that perfect little cunt?”
I moan and bite my lip. Dornan slips a hand under me and presses his fingers to my clit.
“Fuck,” I moan and slam my hand onto the bed, chanting. “Oh God.”
“Say my name when you come. Scream it.”
So I do, I scream his name with an orgasm that has me grinding into his hand as my pussy clenches around him before he stills and comes too. We both pant and lay there, our bodies jerking and shuddering with the aftershocks of our orgasms. Soft kisses press on my shoulders and neck, as Dornan gathers my hair over one shoulder. Running his nose along my ear, and causing me to shiver.
“Can we stay in bed all day?” he asks.
I groan slightly.
“No... I have so much work to do today, it’s the end of the month so billing’s a bitch.”
His lips still dance over my skin and Jesus he’s making this hard, his hands moving under me to cup my breasts.
“Dornan...don’t start this again.”
“Just one more time,” he mumbles against my shoulder.
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