by Anna Parsons
“Dylan, it’s breathtaking. Everything is so beautiful.” She smiled as she walked around the large island.
“I’m glad you like it, Hope. I’m pretty proud of it.” He arranged the dishes on the table and pulled out his chair.
“Did…um…was…” Evie was unsure how to ask any question about his late wife. She closed her mouth instead.
“What is it, Hope?” He stopped to look at her.
“I was wondering how much…how…if Anne liked living here.” She was instantly embarrassed and was sure that she blushed from head to toe.
“She never lived here.” Dylan sat at the table. “I built this place after the fire. Take your place, Hope.” He pointed toward the floor next to his chair. Hope walked around the counter to find another pallet ready and waiting for her. She took her place, and he smiled down at her.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up any painful memories.” She looked up at him with her big green eyes.
“No need, Hope. Not all memories are painful. I do miss her, but I believe that the best parts of her are still with me.” He could not imagine her intentionally inflicting pain. In fact, he believed the opposite, that she would avoid harming anyone, ever. He touched his hand to her cheek. “Don’t look so sad, Hope. You didn’t injure me. Now, let’s eat.”
“How did the fire start?” Evie looked up at him as he unfolded his napkin and handed her its mate.
“The fire marshal said it was a faulty switch. When the furnace turned on, it blew out the switch and caused an electrical fire.”
“Anne was home alone?” Evie didn’t want to pry but was curious.
“Yes,” he said softly. “The nurse was running errands, as she did almost every day. It was a freak accident, just like the car crash the year before the fire.” He shook his head and smiled down at her.
“I’m so sorry, Dylan.” She looked up at him with tears swimming in her eyes.
“Let’s not talk of this anymore. Deal?”
“Deal.”
Ruth had prepared a variety of homemade sushi. Evie salivated at the sight of the bounty before them. Looking up at Dylan, she asked, “You’re going to feed me again?”
Dylan laughed as he looked at her. “Is that a problem, Hope?”
“No, of course not. I just…I don’t want you to feel like you have to. I mean. I am taking away from your enjoyment of your meal.” And I know I made you sad by asking about Anne. Evie rubbed her palms against her thighs, which Dylan noticed instantly.
“Hope, as I said before, it is my pleasure to feed you from my hand. And, yes, I would like to do it again.” He smiled, and, expertly using chopsticks, he dipped a piece of spicy tuna into soy sauce and touched it to her bottom lip. She opened her mouth, accepting the delectable morsel, chewing with relish. “Good?”
“Very. Thank you.” The burst of flavor caused her to lick her lips.
“My pleasure.” He picked up another piece for her. She opened her mouth to accept the tidbits, one after another. Evie noticed that he was not eating.
“Dylan, you haven’t eaten anything.” Evie noticed that he had a slight smile as he handed her a glass of wine.
“Once you are satisfied, I will eat. I’ll always put you first, Hope.” He reached for a spring roll and moved it toward her.
“I think I’m full,” Evie said as she sipped her wine. He placed the roll back on the platter and leaned down, placing his elbows on his knees as he looked into her eyes. She lowered hers.
“Hope,” he said gently, and paused until their eyes met. “We’ve talked about your limits. You should know that I have some, too.” He watched her intently. “I will not tolerate dishonesty. Please do not ever lie to me…about anything. It’s a hard limit. Do you understand?” He paused as his Hope nodded.
“I’m sorry,” Evie said softly.
“You and I both know that you’re not full, so why would you say that you are?”
“So you could eat,” she said quickly. “I don’t like that you put my needs above your own. I would rather…I would prefer…It would make me happy if you would feed yourself.” Evie sighed, looking up at him. “If you must feed me, can’t you alternate bites, or something?”
Dylan had to chuckle as he watched her. Her genuine innocence drew him even closer to her. He reached out and fingered a soft ringlet of her copper hair, tucking it behind her ear, before leaning down to kiss her cheek. “As you wish, my Hope.” He sat up and took his first bite of the delicious meal. “Wow, this is good.” His smile prompted Evie to smile in return.
They continued eating, with him alternating bites with Evie, and making conversation, laughing and talking as he touched and caressed her. I could get used to this, Evie thought, as Dylan touched her cheek, her nose, and her lips. “I want you, Hope. I want to be inside of you. I need to be inside of you.” He reached down and pulled her up into his lap where Evie felt his arousal instantly. When their lips touched, Evie felt a small spark, which turned into a raging fire within moments. Dylan hungrily took her mouth, her neck, and her nipples with openmouthed kisses and small nibbles. “Let me have you,” he said with a husky voice.
“I’m yours, Dylan,” Evie said as he continued to suckle her swollen nipples. He lifted her and carried her to the living room. The flowers seemed to part as Dylan walked her to a chaise in front of the wall of windows overlooking the Gulf. He laid her gently onto the soft leather lounge chair and nestled up to her, still dressed in his slacks and shirt, which felt rough against her sensitive skin. Within moments, he was undressed and on top of her. He kissed down her body until he reached her clit, flattening his tongue against it. “Ah, Dylan, that feels so good.” She lifted her ass, trying to deepen the connection. He licked and suckled until her juices flowed freely. Lifting himself, he placed the head of his rock-hard cock at her entrance. She tensed as he began the slow, deliberate screw. The thin membrane separating the plug from his cock hummed within her.
Dylan watched as his Hope’s skin started to flush, with red heat radiating outward from the center of her chest. He could feel the plug buried deep within her, squeezing, making her pussy even tighter than before. He’d found heaven again, home. He wanted nothing more than to be here, in this place, touching, caressing, and loving his Hope. God, I love you. The words rang out in his head and spilled over into Evie. Their eyes locked. Dylan watched Evie blink several times as tears welled in her eyes but didn’t spill. He noticed her lips part, believing that words were forming, but nothing came out. Lifting her left leg, Dylan altered his entry, deepening the penetration. She was on the edge and he was determined to push her over, but not yet. He withdrew from her with a groan, lifted her from the chaise, and carried her upstairs. His heart was about to burst from his chest as he looked into her eyes as he walked.
Dylan again laid her back on the bed. “Legs open, Hope.” She spread her legs as wide as was comfortable. Evie had no idea how the tube of lubricant got into his hand, but she tensed as he touched the plug, making it difficult to withdraw.
“Easy, Hope. Just relax. You’re going to feel so good.” Dylan twisted the plug and removed it slowly. Throwing it on the floor, he watched as her hole began to close. Evie heard the squirt from the tube and felt the cool gel as it touched her anus. His fingers followed the path of the plug into her tight hole. “I need to be inside of you, Hope.” He applied a generous amount of lube to his rock-hard cock. “I will not hurt you, I promise. Just the tip.” As if in invitation, Evie spread her legs wide and tilted her hips to give him better access. He sat up on his knees and placed the head of his cock against her hole and pressed gently. Evie tensed for just a moment before relaxing into his entry. “Ahh” was the sound of Dylan’s rapture. He had never felt anything like the feel of his Hope’s anus gripping his cock. His body tensed against the onslaught of emotions seeping through him. Not realizing that his eyes were clenched shut, he opened them and looked down at his love. Her mouth was open slightly, and tears swam in her eyes. Oh, ple
ase don’t make me stop. Please! I will keel over dead if I have to stop. “Remember your safe words, Hope. If you—” She cut him off before he could squeeze out another word.
“Green,” she said simply. Dylan almost sobbed.
Evie’s body had become a tuning fork. Every inch of her was ultrasensitive and his slow, deliberate, unhurried entry into her ass made her entire body tingle.
After a few moments, he stopped and withdrew completely before beginning the slow entry anew. “Green. Green. Green. Green.” Evie whispered it like a mantra. He stopped again, but didn’t withdraw. “Please don’t stop. Give me more.” She looked up into his eyes, which were dark pools. His brow was creased as he watched her.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Hope. I’m too big to go further.” He leaned down to kiss her, but she turned her head, avoiding his lips.
“Give me more,” she said intensely and wrapped her legs around him, placing her heels against his ass, pulling him closer.
“No, Hope. I can’t.” He pleaded with her to stop, but she kept pulling him closer. He looked down, seeing about four inches of his cock buried in her ass. His breath almost stopped as she pulled in another inch, and then another. Dear god, she really is going to kill me. He felt her body tense as he watched her orgasm build and as he continued to enter her. After one more inch, Evie’s orgasm caused her body to clench around him and he exploded into her, his seed washing back onto his dick. Dylan collapsed on top of her, burying his face into her hair. “Mine,” he whispered into her ear. She smiled and pulled him closer, kissing along his cheek.
“More,” Evie said into this ear. She felt his breathing hitch once she uttered the word. He withdrew from her slowly and rose. He watched her as he pulled a chair to the side of the bed.
“You are so beautiful,” he said as he watched his seed seep from her now-closed anus. I will have that again…soon. He pulled her closer to the edge of the bed then lifted one foot and placed it on the chair arm, then the other. Sitting in between her open legs, he rubbed his hand up and down her quivering thigh, until he reached her mons. He reached into the box again, and Evie wondered what implement she would discover this time. The plug had been heaven, giving her a shot of pleasure each time Dylan touched it, and she was anxious to see what else he had in store for her. She smelled the oil before she felt it touch her pussy. He applied it generously to her labia and began working his fingers in and out of her. “Hope, you’re so tight. I love the way you feel wrapped around my dick. I want to feel all of you.” He worked one, two, three fingers into her tight hole. The pressure of his fingers in her pussy shot lightning bolts through her body. She lifted her hips to meet his fingers. “Hope, you are mine. I own you and your pussy and your ass. Damn, you are so tight.” Now Dylan rotated four fingers in and out of her slick pussy. “You will know my ownership. By my fist, you will know my ownership.”
“Oh, god,” Evie breathed heavily as his fingers entered her slick passage. She could almost hear his voice through the fog that was building in her mind. She was losing her grip on everything she believed to be true. Evie dreamt of a man who cherished her, who believed in her, who made her feel whole, never believing it could actually happen. Is it him? Is Dylan the one? He tucked his thumb into his palm and squeezed his fingers together into a point. He continued to apply lube as he rotated his hand back and forth. “Dylan. Dylan. Green, green, green. Oooooh.” The sensation was overwhelming. Evie could feel herself opening up to his hand. The in-and-out motion as he pushed into her, combined with the pressure of his hand twisting back and forth caused intense and unexpected pressure. Dylan felt her tense as she began to panic, and her breathing turned to panting.
“Hope, you’re beginning to feel uncomfortable. Remember your safe words. Say, ‘yellow,’ Hope.” He continued to enter her.
“Yellow! I can’t do it. I can’t!” He slowed the entry but did not stop.
Dylan watched as Evie’s dripping pussy pulled his hand into her body. She opened to him, and he stared in awe as he watched his hand burrow into her. “You’re already doing it, Hope.” Evie lifted her head and gazed down her body. She felt her breath catch as she saw how her body closed around his wrist. “Oh, Hope. You are truly mine.” He moved his hand inside her tight channel, causing her to whimper and squirm. She felt the heat begin to radiate from her center as he twisted within her. “You please me greatly. My pleasure is your pleasure. Come for me.” He leaned down and took her clit between his lips and suckled. He licked and nipped as Evie bucked against him. Within moments, the orgasm tore through her, causing her pussy to clench so tightly around his hand that he feared that his bones might break. Evie’s screamed release could surely be heard on the mainland, and then she was silent. Dylan looked up to discover that Evie had passed out cold.
Chapter 18:
A Future…Full of Hope
Dylan waited patiently until Evie’s clenched muscles relaxed enough for him to remove his hand from her body. He gently closed her legs and repositioned her on the bed. “You are so beautiful,” Dylan said out loud. “Good and sweet and precious to me.” He kissed her on the forehead before walking into the bathroom. Even though he and Evie had been very busy since her arrival, his cock was still half-hard, just as it had been since the night he rescued Evie at the club. His cock wept for her even now. He reached to turn on the chrome faucet attached to the large tub and poured a generous amount of the black currant and vanilla body wash that Evie liked, having purchased a number of bottles, needing her scent around him at all times. Inhaling deeply, he said, “I’m truly whipped,” and laughed at himself.
Within minutes, the tub was filled with fragrant steaming water. He returned to the bedroom and easily lifted Evie into his arms where he again kissed her on her forehead. Slowly and carefully, he stepped into the tub and immersed them both into the warm water, which drew a soft whimper from Evie. Dylan leaned her against the tub wall and proceeded to wash every inch of her luscious body. His cock stood at attention within moments. He kneaded and caressed her until the water cooled. He quickly washed himself and lifted her as though she were a child, sitting with her in his lap on the edge of the tub while he dried her with a large, soft towel. The whiteness of the towel against her skin made her look like desert sands. Dylan returned her to the bed and, after tucking her in, dried himself before snuggling against her with his cock nestled against her round ass. Willing his nature to calm, he fell into a fitful sleep.
Evie awakened surrounded by the most delicious warmth. Opening her eyes, she realized she was burrowed under the covers with Dylan wrapped around her. She shifted and Dylan rolled onto his back. One hand was above his head, which was turned to the side, while the other hand rested on his belly. Evie pulled the covers down and gazed upon his body. His broad shoulders and muscled arms were just the beginning. Her gaze traveled south, pausing at his washboard abs and perfectly formed hips. His cock lay in the juncture where his large thigh met his hip, beckoning her. She reached out and moved her hand across his wide chest, needing to feel his heartbeat to confirm he was human and not some apparition. His head moved, but he did not wake. She was glad because she wanted to continue to explore. She looked up into his face before she moved her hand down his abs and across his flat stomach. He is perfect. I don’t know why in the world he wants someone like me, but I plan to enjoy every minute of this and every inch of him. Evie moved down in the bed until she was at eye level with his cock. She licked her lips and leaned in, touching the tip with her tongue. She looked up and saw Dylan inhale sharply, but he did not open his eyes. His mouth remained slightly open, and his fist clenched on his stomach. Evie could tell she was affecting him and decided to continue, taking the head into her mouth and sucking lightly. That got his attention as he awoke with a start. “Hope. Aww.” He watched as she licked and sucked until his cock was rock hard and throbbing. With her free hand, she cupped his sac, squeezing his balls, causing him to nearly sit upright. “Aw, fuck! That feels so good.” He reac
hed for her. “Up, Hope.”
Evie released his cock and climbed atop him. He watched as she positioned his cock at her entrance and slowly impaled herself on the stiff rod. She rocked her body back and forth, working her way down his shaft. The head of his pulsating cock reached her cervix, and she continued to press as the guttural sounds coming from Dylan encouraged her to continue. Evie was determined to take all of him and continued to bear down. Dylan watched his Hope as she pressed her lips into a straight line, straining to take his cock. He knew she should stop before she caused herself harm on his engorged dick, but it felt too good for him to form the words to make her cease.
Evie used her legs to lift herself until only his head remained inside her. She began the slow descent, circling her hips as she swallowed him into her body. Determined to have all of him, she bore down and opened herself as much as she could. Dylan felt the innermost part of her body caress the head of his cock as he moved against her cervix. He gripped her hips as her body gripped his dick. The force with which he held her would certainly leave his handprints on her hips. Dylan felt the semen build in his balls as they drew up to his body. He tried to hold back, hoping for Hope to take her pleasure first, but it was of no use. The tiny movements she made which caused her cervix to caress the sensitive underside of his dick pushed him over the edge. Dylan screamed as he ejaculated into her womb, pumping his hips, almost dislodging Evie, but she held fast.
Evie sat on top of him with his dick still buried deep within her. Her skin was flushed from head to toe as she watched him. Dylan was panting as though he had just run a marathon, and Evie could see his pulse pounding in his neck. “Hope, I…” She placed a finger over his lips, requiring no words. She sat watching him, still moving slightly, enjoying the feeling of his body under and within her and not wanting to end the connection. After a few moments, he slipped from her, and she reluctantly lifted herself as if to leave the bed. “Where do you think you are going?” he asked as he pulled her back down, tightening his grip.