“Sure.” I smile and lean in to give her a kiss. She smiles and lets out a sigh. “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah. I was just thinking what a difference a day makes. When we left yesterday, we were two different people.”

  I don’t know how else to respond, so I just kiss her. Twenty minutes later we’re eating dinner together. Then we take Dasher for a long walk until it’s dark. “We should head home. We’ve both got to work tomorrow.” I say.

  “Yeah. I have to make a lunch.”

  As Meels stands in the kitchen making her lunch, I approach her from behind and slide a lock of hair off her neck so I can kiss it. “Can you be persuaded to make me a lunch too?” I know it’s lame, but it’s worth a shot.

  “Sure. What would you like?”

  “I. Am. Not. Fussy.” I am matter-of-fact. “You tired, or do you want to relax and watch some television?”

  She turns around to face me, snaking her arms around my neck. “I had like a four hour nap while you drove home, baby. I’m okay.”

  I kiss her on the mouth, trying to keep it chaste, even though it’s difficult with her breasts pressed up against my chest. “How about I make the lunches and we watch a movie?”

  “Sounds good.” She kisses me quickly and removes her hands from around my neck, which makes me sad. Fuck the movie. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about last night all day. But I don’t want to push. She might be sore or not up to it again. Not everybody has the same sexual appetite.

  Dasher is asleep in his crate as I lay on my back on the couch, waiting for Meels.

  “You look comfortable.” She observes with a warm smile as I lay on the couch with one arm draped over my head. “Is there any room for me?”

  I pat my belly, offering for her to snuggle. “There’s a spot here if that’s good.”

  She walks to me and carefully spreads her body on mine. Being at least one head shorter than me, she fits perfectly under my chin, with her body reaching down me. Our legs are interlaced, and her head lays sideways on my chest so that she can see the television.

  “Okay?” I ask, giving her back a slow, gentle rub.

  “If this is what I’m getting treated to, I’m mighty fine.”

  I chuckle warmly. We start watching the movie as I rub her back up and down, dividing her hair down either side.

  “Man, your back rubs are also lethal, baby.” She comments. Her voice is sleepy.

  “You sleeping?”

  “Only a little. Listening to your heartbeat while I get a back rub is so relaxing.”

  “You ready to head off?”

  “I should. You can finish the movie if you want.” She lifts off me.

  “Na, that’s okay.” I get up with her. Dasher is out cold in his crate. We walk to the bedrooms together, and I take her hand in mine. “Um…I hope I’m not being presumptuous here, but…I assume we’re sleeping in the same bed, right?”

  She smiles. “I want to.”

  We reach the hallway where the bedrooms are. “Which one?” I ask, my tone playful.

  “Wanna flip for it?”

  “Na. I tell you what. I’ll go in mine and get ready so you can have some privacy. Where we end up is where we end up.”

  “Okay, Dalton.” She giggles.

  I’m finished first, so I slide into her bed, guessing that since she’s never slept in my bed before, that she might be more comfortable in her own. Plus, it’s not like I’ve never slept in hers. I have…like a dozen times already. She comes out two minutes later in a nightgown I don’t recognize. It’s shorter than the other one, and way sexier. “I like that.” I comment.

  “I figured this would suit you better than the other one. Since you so poignantly pointed out that they’re like grannie’s jammie’s.”

  “I didn’t say that.” I lie. Yes, they were exactly what an old lady would wear.

  She peels down the blanket on her side and sets the alarm on the bedside table. The lamp is on, so she turns it off. I feel her climb in beside me and I break the tension by pulling her towards me and lifting her up. She squeals playfully. I roll her over to my side and kiss her neck as if she were a little girl. She giggles, trying to find a tickle spot on me. Good luck. I’m not ticklish at all. Her touching is just turning me on a little. As her hand reaches below my waist, she gasps.

  “Oh, my God.” She giggles. “I didn’t know you were naked.” Her laugh is infectious.

  “You want me to put some shorts on?” I chuckle against her chest.

  “No, that’s okay. If that’s the way you sleep, that’s the way you sleep. It doesn’t bother me.”

  “I was kinda hoping you slept the same way.” My voice is silky.

  “Well…it can be arranged.”

  “Really? Do I need to put a suggestion in the suggestion box?” I kiss her, smiling at my lame joke. She’s laying beside me, but just being this close to her is giving me a little wood. Get some control, man. Giggling, she snakes her arms around my neck and rests her leg over my waist. Fuck!

  “Oh…God, I just thought of a terrible analogy based on what you just said!” she barks out a laugh.

  My neck cranes back, not following.

  “You need to put a suggestion….in my suggestion box?” she snorts a laugh and I catch on, burying my head in the pillow as though ashamed.

  “Oh God…Meels...that’s awful.”

  “Isn’t it?” she’s still laughing.

  I exhale a tight chuckle and we both calm. I’d forgotten about her leg resting on my waist…and now I remember. Instinctively, my hand goes to her hip, and I stop myself from sliding it up her thigh and over her ass, even though I want to so bad.

  She clears her throat. “You know, Dalton. Even though I’m wearing granny jammies, it doesn’t mean there aren’t any…surprises underneath for you.”

  My interest is piqued. “Really.” My voice is flat. She’s coaxing me to feel her up. If she’s up for it then so am I. Since my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, I can see that she’s biting her lip, waiting. My speech is low and sultry. “Have you got a surprise for me, Meels?”

  “You’ll have to check and see.” She teases, staring at my lips. I let my hand do what it wants to, following her leg up to her thigh, where I notice, just like last night, my girl isn’t wearing any underwear. It’s the sexiest fucking thing ever.

  “Mmm…” I stare at her lips, kinda playing hard to get.

  “Would you like the rest of me naked, too?” she offers. Her voice is as sexy as hell.

  I answer by sitting up slightly, and sliding her nightgown over her head, revealing her soft, hot, nakedness. As if I’d already touched them, her nipples are beaded. Laying down on the bed, I wait for her to make the next move. She lays down beside me on her side, once again draping her leg over my waist. With her wetness mere inches from me, it makes me stiffen further. Tracing her thumb across my lower lip, she leans over me and is suddenly on top, sitting at my pelvis.

  “Hello,” I say, pleasantly surprised. She can tell how pleasantly I’m surprised, too, by the impressed expression on her face.

  “Hi,” she purrs.

  “Hi,”

  Her lips find mine as she kisses me first with just her lips, and then with enough tongue to make my cock twitch happily. A tiny moan comes from her throat. “Baby, I’ve been waiting to kiss you like that since this morning.”

  “Mmm…why didn’t you?” I ask between kisses. Her tongue is slowly plunging into my mouth, finding mine.

  “Because then…this happens.” She comments, sweeping her tongue into my mouth. “I don’t know how I’m ever going to be able to kiss you without ravaging you.”

  “Mmmm…” Our lips smack apart noisily in the silence. My hands find her breasts and I rub them slowly and then gently push her body down, so her wetness connects with my dick. As I find her, I leverage her wetness up and down my shaft, moving my pelvis, with my hands on her hips, while she mewls and moans, enjoying the friction against her clit. As she leans over me, I take her breasts in my mouth, sucking and licking them, adding to her intense pleasure, which in turn, is fucking heaven for me, too.

  Suddenly, she leans her ass upward, towards the headboard, and takes me right in. The pleasure is so intense at first, I suck in air. I wasn’t expecting that, especially since the condoms are still in the drawer where I put them earlier. But I’m not fucking stopping her. Hopefully the Lord will give us one more free pass. My…God, she’s wet. I can’t not move under her. This way is so deep, too, and she’s feeling it already; her insides are starting to clench.

  Then she does something that drives me crazy.

  Chapter 36

  Amelia

  Sometimes I wonder if Dalton should really be with someone his own age. When we saw that girl in the drugstore, I figured he’d give her the once-over, or at least look at her breasts, but he merely glanced at her, just because she walked right by us. He told me I’m the only one for him. If it were any other twenty-eight year old, I’d say he has no idea what he’s talking about. But Dalton is mature years beyond his natural age. A man cannot be that intelligent and also be immature. Truthfully, I haven’t worn underwear to bed in years, so it would be unnatural for me to wear it now. Dalton loves it. Bonus.

  As I climb on top of him, he immediately takes my breast between his lips, making me instantly hot. And of course, when he pushes me down so his hardness rubs against my clit, I just about lose it. How he thinks of such erotic and pleasurable things is beyond me. After two minutes of that, I want him inside. He makes the sexiest whisper-hiss sound I’ve ever heard when I impale myself with him. For a second I think I hurt him, but how he immediately starts moving under me, I know that isn’t the case.

  I’m meeting him thrust for thrust as we make love at a comfortable pace. This way is really deep, increasing the sensation. As he licks and sucks my breasts, it causes me to climb pretty fast. I’m moaning and holding my breath, trying to stay in control, but Dalton is just so good at this, I can’t hold back. I’ve been wanting to kiss him all day and it’s been torture not being this close to him since last night. You would think that after three times last night that I’d be exhausted, but I’m so ready for more.

  He moves with me at a steady pace, as the bed squeaks softly. His big, warm hands are at my hips, gently guiding me with him. Through ragged breathing, he continues with my breasts, and I bend down and kiss his neck, causing him to slow, taking in the contact. “Mmm…I love it when you do that.” He whispers in the darkness as I kiss and suck his neck just strong enough not to leave marks. With his pulse beating hard against my lips, I suck his flesh erotically and he slows his pace. Bending to his nipples, I suck them, and he arches his back as I move on top of him. “God, Meels…you’re gonna make me come way too fast like this.” He states in a grunt-whisper, as if begging me to stop.

  “Mmmm….did I find your weakness?”

  “Ooohhhh….you’ve found many of my weaknesses.” His bedroom voice is so fucking sexy I can’t take it. His nipples are pert and wet from my mouth, and I can’t help but kiss down his belly, on his hard abs. I want so badly to go further and pleasure him orally, but I’m not brave enough for that yet. My mouth finds his nipples again as I begin riding him. “Ooohhh…Meels….mmmm…..oooohhhhh.” he continues as I please him. I admit it’s a bit of a rush being in control, knowing that I’m making him melt. “Oh,” he grunts as I suck his nipple. “Woooo…..” he breathe-whispers as I lick his nipple while gently squeezing the other one. This is incredibly erotic and fun, as well as pleasing for me. His hardness is pulsing inside me, like steel, as he lets me take over. “God…Meels…you better stop.” He pants. “You’re gonna make me come.” He grunts, lifting, so our eyes meet.

  His hands rake through the sides of my hair as he cups my face and kisses me deeply, plunging his tongue into my mouth. He then moves my hair off my shoulder and sucks my neck, making my eyes roll back into my head. He’s fully inside me, and he begins moving his pelvis up and down, making me involuntarily moan. His biceps bulge as he lifts and lowers me slightly in rhythm with his pelvis. I could combust. He’s so deep inside me, and just the way his pelvis is positioned in front of me, he’s also hitting my clit, driving me insane.

  His lips find mine as we both pant between kisses. His hot breath is on my cheek when he slides my legs in behind him and lays me down on the bed, resting his weight on me. My arms snake around his neck as my legs wrap over his buttocks, and he begins to move faster. His breathing becomes ragged as he thrusts in and out fully and quickly, making our thighs softly slap together. His gaze is intense as he makes love to me like it’s our last time together ever, when finally his eyelids hood, closing half way, and I know he’s almost at the edge, which spurs me on, making me feel a strong wave of pleasure. Making love with Dalton is as much a mental thing as it is physical.

  He feels me clench, which drives him closer, and he lets out a sexy grunt-pant that ignites me, driving my orgasm through me, as my body spasms and my breath becomes choppy. Dalton’s head lowers as he feels his release, and his thrusts slacken as he moans softly in the silence. The sound is so primal and hot. As we come down together, he rests his forehead on my shoulder, drawing in a cleansing breath. “God, you give me heavy orgasms, Meels.” He comments, his voice is low. Kissing my shoulder, he lifts his head. “I never knew sex could be so good.”

  “Same here, baby. Before you I never knew what an orgasm felt like. It was like some distant rumor, you know? Like I’d heard of them, but I never knew they actually existed.”

  “Oh, they exist. Fuck do they exist.” He shakes his head as though in disbelief. “Sex is a lot different when you love the person you’re having sex with. That I can vouch for one hundred percent now.”

  “Who is she?” I tease.

  He giggles warmly. “I don’t know. She’s this beautiful, wonderful, caring woman whom I’ve fallen madly in love with. You heard of her?”

  I kiss his lips. “Maybe.”

  “There are no maybes, Meels.” He kisses me once, twice, three times, before removing himself from me and laying next to me. His arms wrap around me in a cozy hold as he kisses my shoulder. “Get some sleep. We both have to work in the morning.”

  “I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  When the alarm goes off in the morning, Dalton is face down on the pillow, completely asleep. Turning off the alarm, I roll over to his side of the bed and kiss his shoulders. “Time to get up, baby.”

  “Mmmm….” He doesn’t move.

  I kiss his shoulders again and trail kisses up to the back of his neck. “Come on, baby. Time to get up.” I’m as thrilled about getting up as he is, but at least I’m putting more effort into it. As I slide over and plant my feet on the floor, I feel him reach for me, dragging his hands over the sheets to my waist. Laying on his side, he kisses my butt cheeks. “You can suck up all you want…it’s time to get up.” I giggle matter-of-factly.

  “Why didn’t you set the alarm earlier?” his tone is suggestive as he plants kisses on my butt, inching his hands around my waist, making me damper than I would expect to get at six o’clock on a Monday morning.

  I giggle. “I’m sorry. I’ll remember to set it earlier tomorrow. We had fun last night, though, so not all is lost.”

  He makes a whining noise and I laugh out loud. “Quit being a baby. We’ve got all our lives for making love. Now it’s time to adult up. It’s Monday.”

  “Now you’re making it worse.” He simpers. “Alright. I better go and get my workout in before it’s too late.”

  I leave him to go relieve myself and get into my workout gear. He gets into his and goes in the basement, while I exercise in the living room. An hour later he comes upstairs, shirtless and glossy with sweat. I can’t take my eyes off him. In my stretchy shorts and top, he seems to be having trouble focusing himself. “Care to join me in the shower?” he offers, lifting a brow.

  I’ve never showered with anyone before. He catches the alarmed look on my face. His arm lifts. “No pressure. We don’t have to. I just…thought it would be fun.” He gives me one of his famous winks that makes me weak in the knees. Walking towards me, he gives me a chaste kiss on the lips and walks away, making the panic I had a moment ago fade away.

  When I hear the water running a few minutes later, curiosity takes over and I walk into the bathroom. As I slide the shower door open, I see my baby standing there, soaking wet, naked, with a huge smile on his face. “Hi,” he says in a sultry tone.

  “Hi,” I say, removing my exercise gear and taking a step inside the shower with him. Closing the door, I turn around and he bends backward, soaking his hair under the shower head.

  “You want under this, too?” he offers, stepping aside slightly so I can fit. His hands grasp my waist loosely until I’m under the water. As I bend backward, wetting my hair, I feel him move closer. His hands are on my waist, and I feel him reach beside me, I assume for the soap. We suds each other up with surprising innocence, and as I watch him rinse off, I can’t help but ogle. He’s the sexiest man alive, but even sexier soaking wet in the shower. His hair curls around his ears and his skin shimmers, accentuating his already prominent muscles. Water runs down his package, elongating it, as if it needs to be elongated.

  My folds are throbbing watching him, and then he lets me stand under the shower to rinse. Inside I’m begging him to touch me, but I know he felt my earlier trepidation, so he’s letting me make the moves. Teasingly, I jut my chest out farther than necessary as I rinse my hair. His hands are at my waist as he reaches over my head. “Let me adjust that for you.” He says. I’m guessing he thinks the water is too high, explaining why I’m stretching back.

  “I think you missed a spot.” I say, leaning into him. I kiss his neck and he smiles.

  “I did, did I?” his voice is sultry as his hands find my waist and he brings me closer to him. Our wet, naked bodies make contact and I crush my mouth against his. His hand finds the back of my neck as he gives me deep kisses, thrusting his tongue in my mouth, making me whimper with instant pleasure. Our wet lips glide over each other’s slippery bodies as I find his neck and he pulls my ass close to him, showing me how fucking hard he is in the ten seconds of contact we’ve had. “Oh…God, baby, I want you so bad.” I pant, not recognizing my own voice.

 

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