by Anna Parsons
Recalling the conversation with Peter, Dylan reached for her and she almost jumped into his arms, sobbing. He lifted her easily and walked to the sofa where he sat, placing her in his lap. She clung to his black shirt, burying her face into his chest. He held her tightly, stroking her back as she cried. After some time, the sobs stopped and ultimately she stilled, and from the evenness of her breathing, Dylan knew she had fallen asleep. He rested his chin on her head, determined not to move, even if she wanted to sleep in his lap for the rest of his life.
As Evie slept soundly, Dylan looked around the comfortable and functional room. I like it…Not at all prissy. Not that he thought that his Hope was prissy, but he certainly thought she was girly. He looked down at her. She was small in stature and curvy where he liked it most. He had never cared for skin and bones, but rather places he could sink into. She was still wearing the black silk robe. If she belonged to me…when she belongs to me, she will never wear black. It’s too hard for her. She’ll be in cream, and ivory, and gold, colors that complement her skin and hair. Oh, that hair! Since meeting her, he dreamed of how it would feel. Reality was so much more pleasing. Her thick, waist-length copper hair was whisper soft. His hands moved through the locks unconsciously. He leaned in and inhaled deeply. Some exotic scent made his pulse react. Maybe feeling the changes in his body, Evie shifted, tilting her head back. Dylan looked down into her lovely face, his face inches from hers. Without makeup, he could see her freckles clearly. I wonder how they taste. He gently kissed the tip of her nose. In response, she wrinkled her nose and smiled slightly but did not wake. He continued placing kisses on her face, along her jaw, and down her neck. She began to react, moaning when he got to the spot just under her ear. Reaching up, she ran her fingers through his hair. He moved to her lips, parting them slightly with his tongue, darting in and out, coaxing her tongue to meet his.
Oooohhh. That feels so good. Right there. Right there. Evie felt the heat begin in her chest and radiate. Peter. No, not Peter. She opened her eyes and saw her fingers tangled in very soft dark hair. She felt his tongue under her other ear. No, not Peter. “Dylan,” she said breathlessly. Unfortunately, when she said his name, he stopped his ministrations and lifted his head to look into her eyes. She felt his huge erection press against her hip. No, damn sure not Peter. “Please, Dylan.”
“Please what, Hope?” He smiled. There’s that dimple again! “Tell me what you want.” His hand was in her hair. Soft as a feather, his lips moved over hers. She parted her lips, gently touching his bottom lip with her tongue. With a slight gasp, he pulled her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues mingled as though they were lifelong friends, his mouth fitting perfectly over hers.
Again, his fantasy did not hold a candle to his reality. He was on the verge of losing himself when a strange sound stilled his hands, tongue, and thoughts. She withdrew her tongue and looked up at him shyly. Then the sound again. “Is that your stomach?”
“Yes,” she said, stifling a laugh. “I haven’t eaten since breakfast.” It was now almost ten. She couldn’t help but laugh. “I am so sorry. Really sexy, huh?”
“Very. Let’s find you something to eat.” He set her on the sofa beside him and rose to walk toward the kitchen.
“Really, that’s not necessary, Dylan. I can do that.” She rose to walk behind him.
“Nonsense, Hope,” he said, opening the fridge. “I am famished myself.” He looked over to see her pull the robe closer to her breasts. “You go change while I whip us up something.” She opened her mouth to protest but thought better of it. She smiled slightly and dashed toward the bedroom.
The kitchen was just as comfortable as the rest of the house. Overlooking the living room and dining room, the large kitchen sported stainless steel appliances, including a grill that took up half of the stove. “This is not standard equipment in these apartments,” he said aloud, laughing. That little minx. Dylan was pleasantly surprised to find the refrigerator stocked. Nothing should surprise him where Hope was concerned.
Evie threw off the robe as soon as she entered the room. He dumped me…in public. To say that she was angry was an understatement. She wanted to talk to him, get him to explain, help her to understand, but she could not bring herself to make the call. His actions and his words to her at the club proved that he wanted her gone. She would get over it and be better because of it. There, it’s done. I will NOT think of him again….I hope. Hope. He calls me Hope. She giggled.
She decided to take a quick shower, believing that it would wash away some of the embarrassment of the night. She was thankful that few in the club knew her except Dylan. She almost groaned out loud. He was there. He had seen the whole thing unfold. He had also been the one to rescue her. He sent Antonio in to help her, let her sleep in his lap, and now he was cooking for her. And that kiss. It was like he was reading my thoughts. Evie reached into her bureau and pulled out a set of blue flowered pajamas, with a short-sleeved pullover top and the matching pull on shorts that almost touched the knee. Comfortable. Frumpy. Yup. That’s the look I am going for.
“No, it is not. Put it back. Be the woman you are. You were made for him,” Anne’s voice said clearly.
He doesn’t see me that way. He is just being nice. He probably wants to make sure I don’t sue the club. Even Evie had to shake her head at that one. But that kiss…wow! Evie folded the jammies and returned them to the drawer, closing it soundly. In the drawer above, she found a soft cream-colored sleep shirt that buttoned up the front and stopped at mid-thigh. The satin felt cool against her skin, causing her to shiver. She looked at herself in the mirror. Please don’t let me embarrass myself.
She walked down the hallway, through the living room, and into the kitchen, inhaling the delicious aromas. Dylan was arranging the salad on the plates when she entered. He looked up and took in the sight before him. Obviously, she had showered and washed her hair. Some of the tendrils threatened to drip. I knew ivory was her color! How is it possible for her to be alluring and adorable at the same time? Sexy. Sweet. Mine.
“Thank you so much for doing this. It’s too much.” She stared hungrily at the plate he set in front of her on the breakfast bar. Salad with grilled chicken, roasted tomatoes, almonds, dried cranberries, cheese crumbles. He placed a plate of garlic bread between their place settings.
“The dressing is strawberry vinaigrette. What do you want to drink?” He stood at the refrigerator.
“Just water, please. I didn’t even know I had strawberry vinaigrette,” she said as she picked up her fork.
“You didn’t. I made it.” He opened a bottle of Evian and poured them both a glass before taking his seat.
Not wanting to wait a moment longer, she dove into the food like a starving woman. Dylan smiled at her as she threw herself into the food. She was so refreshingly different. In Dylan’s mind, any woman who thought eating like a bird was more feminine was sorely confused. She paused when she realized he was watching her.
“Where did you learn to cook?” she asked after sipping her water.
“My father is a culinary savant,” he said, smiling. “He owns Meritage and Walden.”
“I love both of those restaurants. The cheesecake at Walden is amazing,” she said as she bit into a piece of garlic bread. “As you can see”—she pointed to her midsection—“I like to eat. I really should go on a diet.” She put the garlic bread down.
“The last thing that you need to do is diet. Now eat.” He pushed her plate closer to her. Piercing a piece of chicken, he raised the fork, placing the morsel against her bottom lip. She took the chicken into her mouth and chewed, not taking her eyes from his. She reached for the fork and he pulled it back. “Oh, no. I think I’m going to enjoy this.” He lifted her with ease, placing her onto his lap. He speared another piece of chicken, which she eagerly took. Next was some tomato. The burst of flavor in her mouth caused her to moan. Dear lord, please don’t let her see this fork shaking in my hand. With that thought, he put down the fork and picked
up a strawberry with his fingers. She opened her mouth to take it, but instead of allowing her to have it, he ran the fruit along her bottom lip. Her tongue followed the fruit, licking the sweet juice. He placed the fruit on her tongue and her lips closed around his fingers, licking away the juice. It was his turn to moan.
Removing his fingers, he placed his lips gently against hers. Tilting his head to get a better angle, he deepened the kiss. Shifting, he tucked her arm under his, leaning her back against the bar. She winced slightly, causing him to break the connection. “You’re hurting,” he said before turning her to lift the shirt. Her bare ass rested in his lap, distracting him momentarily. His erection pressed against her bottom. He touched one of the welts on her back, causing her to wince again. “Come on. Let’s put something on this.” She moved to leave his lap, but he held her from it, lifting her and carrying her toward the bedroom.
The bedroom was dominated by a king-size four-poster bed, covered by a wine-colored silk comforter. Man, she loves silk. Nice contrast to the cream walls and Berber carpet, which was also not standard issue in the apartment. The heavy cherry furniture and tasteful art made the room warm and comfortable. Sitting her on the bed, he realized that it was the perfect height for some interesting positions. He looked down and saw the steps. “I was wondering how someone five foot nothing could get into this bed. I envisioned you taking a running leap.” He walked into her bathroom as if he belonged there. A Jacuzzi tub built for two sat in the corner under a masked window, next to an enclosed shower. “I am going to have to talk to the super about this entire apartment,” he yelled while standing in front of the hand-carved his/her vanity.
“Uh-oh.” He heard her laugh. “Please don’t make me change anything. It’s almost perfect.”
Almost perfect was an understatement. I wonder what her closet looks like. Turning his attention to the cherry cabinet that dominated one wall, he shook his head as he opened it, looking for something to soothe her welts. She was a nurse, after all, so he wasn’t surprised to find her medicine cabinet well stocked with first aid supplies, and condoms. I really didn’t need to see those. Selecting an almond-scented salve and a condom or two, he returned to the bedroom to find her leaning against the mass of pillows at the head of the bed, her legs tucked under her. “Come,” he said, holding his hand out to her. She moved toward him without hesitation, further convincing Dylan of her submission. To me alone? She knelt before him on the bed, and he began to unbutton her night shirt. His breathing became ragged as he exposed more and more of her skin, gently brushing it with each button undone.
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Evie was on the verge of a panic attack. She knew she should not be allowing him to unbutton her shirt, but it felt completely right. Each time his fingers brushed against her skin, a tingle went up her spine. Once all of the buttons were open, he gently pushed the shirt from her shoulders. She gasped when it pooled at her back, exposing her body to him. For a moment, she thought she would lose consciousness but forced herself to breathe in deeply. When he pulled back, she unconsciously tried to cover herself with her hand. He reached to stop her.
“No. Never try to hide your body from me. I want to see you, all of you. I want to touch you.” He traced the outline of her areola, drawing a moan from her. Utter perfection. Her breasts moved up and down with each breath. He was pleased to see that she, too, was affected by their closeness. Her dark rose nipples stood erect, aching to be touched. His eyes roamed down her body, across the slight swell of her belly to her rounded hips. Her thighs were slightly parted, revealing her pink, glistening pussy with her engorged clit peeking from under its hood. His eyes returned to hers. He took a step toward her, grasping her by the nape of the neck, getting a handful of hair, and pulling her into a kiss.
“Lie down.” He positioned her face down across the bed. Straddling her thighs, he started with her shoulders, massaging her strained muscles and applying salve to her scars. He lost himself as he worked the almond scent into her skin, as he thought of being inside of her, making love to her, fucking her, spanking her, tying her to the bed, tasting her. He wanted to do all these things and more. As his mind wandered, Anne’s voice entered his thoughts.
“She is made for you, Dylan.”
If only that could be true, he thought.
“It is true, my love. She is willing to take all you have to give.” His Hope’s moans brought Dylan back to the present. He continued to massage her lovely body, down to her round ass. Damn, her ass is perfect. He flipped her over. Much to her delight, he kneaded her full, sensitive breasts. She moaned unabashedly now. He focused on pinching her nipples, which formed tight buds beneath his fingers, slick with the almond oil. She arched her body, shoving her breasts further into his eager hands. He was still straddling her body, making movement difficult but not impossible. She reached down to stroke his erection through his pants. He groaned loudly. She rubbed the heel of her palm up his long, thick member. She moved along the shaft, trying to gauge the length, which seemed to go on and on. She also knew that the girth might not allow her hand to close around it. She felt herself moisten at the thought of taking him into her body.
Evie writhed under him while still stroking his cock. He shifted to stretch out over her, looking down into her eyes while still pinching one tender nipple, then the other. Evie’s tongue darted out to moisten her bottom lip, drawing Dylan’s attention. Leaning down, he gently suckled her bottom lip. His tongue darted in and out of her inviting mouth, teasing her. Lifting her head, she emptied all of her passion into the kiss. What started out as a tender, teasing caress quickly became deeper, more passionate, and more desperate. Reaching between their bodies, Dylan gently touched her folds, finding her slick with her own juices. She moaned against his mouth at his touch. With her moans and little movements spurring him on, he pressed a finger into her, and then another. His thumb moved over her hardened clit while two fingers plunged inside of her. He released her lips, giving the bottom one another nip before lifting away to look down into her eyes. The color of grass, they watched him with awe and adoration?
He licked across her lips, now plump from his passionate kisses, and continued nipping along her chin to her lobe, down her neck, turning his attention to her sensitive nipples. First one and then the other, he took each into his mouth, eliciting more moaning from Evie as she again arched toward him. He continued to lick and caress down her soft, supple body until he reached her core. Still stroking his fingers in and out with growing intensity, he caressed her mons with his entire face, coating himself with her juices. She lifted her ass and grasped his hair, grinding her pussy into his face. Burying his nose and mouth into her open pussy, he kissed her with the same nips and caresses her used on her lips. The openmouthed kisses made her buck wildly under him. He loved the taste of her. The feel of her shaved pussy, the sweetness of her natural juices had him moaning into her body. Moving upward, he circled her engorged bud with his tongue, then sucked it between his lips as Evie tightened her grip on his head. My God, I want this. His decision had been made. She would be his, body and soul. He brought her to the precipice, feeling the change in her body. He pulled his mouth away, provoking a whimper from his Hope.
He stood beside the bed, slowly removing his clothing. Evie watched his every move while her hand made its way to her pussy. “Hands above your head, Hope. You belong to me tonight.” And forever. Responding with what sounded like a growl, she did as she was told and slowly raised her arms until overhead. “Did you just growl at me?” Her sly smile made his cock jump. She was his and he planned to use her, all of her.
He resumed his striptease, unbuckling his belt and opening his pants. He dropped the trousers, taking the black boxer briefs with them to the floor. Dear god, no way can I take that, she thought. His cock was the longest, thickest, hardest she had ever seen. Not that she had seen many, but the few in her repertoire did not hold a candle to the throbbing creation that bobbed before her. His erection looked painful as a tear of pre-
cum sat on the tip, ready to spill. He took himself into his hand as he walked toward the bed. With the other hand, he grabbed her leg, pulling her toward him. He tugged at her until her dripping pussy was at the edge of the bed. He stepped to her, placing his huge erection against her pussy. He rubbed himself against her sopping-wet core, coating himself with her juices. Evie’s gaze never left his. Each time his cock rubbed against her clit, she gasped. “My Hope,” he started. “My Hope. I want to feel you, feel myself inside of you. It will kill me to stop now. You are mine.” In response, she opened her legs wider in invitation, as he positioned himself between her thighs. He struggled to sheath himself with a condom from the supply she kept in the bathroom, brushing against her sensitive clit in the effort. She inhaled sharply and started moving her hips up and down, insisting that he hurry. Watching the movement of her body, he hesitated for an instant before plunging into her. Allowing her to become accustomed to his size, he paused.
Evie gasped at the invasion. The attention he paid to every inch of her body during the massage, the way he focused on tormenting her breasts, and now the way he entered her made her feel complete. She bowed toward him, encouraging him to give her more. He pushed forward and then pulled back before moving forward again. He looked down to see that she had taken more than half of his ten-inch pole. He was content to stop there, but she had other ideas. Her body seemed to pull him in. She met him thrust for thrust as she arched toward him. “All of you,” she demanded. “I want all of you.”
He shook his head. “I can’t hurt you, Hope. I won’t hurt you.”
“You will not hurt me. I’m made for you.” Those words. Anne’s words. He pushed his cock deeper into her pussy, pressing against her cervix. He could go no further, yet she wrapped her arms and legs around him, pressing her heels into his ass, pulling him forward. His heavy dick pounded against her womb. She groaned out loud. He paused, so afraid to hurt her.