Chapter 18 Dove
DOVE
I was cleared for sexual intercourse, and I might have bought lingerie after spending the day at the doctor’s office. Baby Winston is asleep in the nursery and I’m in the bedroom staring at myself in the mirror, wondering if I’ve lost my mind.
“I look ridiculous,” I mutter to myself, untwisting the strap on my shoulder.
It’s a sheer lace bodysuit with a deep low-cut neckline that pushes my breasts up. It comes with a matching cheeky sheer panties.
“Up.” I grab my hair and lift it. “Down.” And then I drop it.
I clearly have no idea what I’m doing.
“This is what I get for trying to be sexy. I have no idea what I’m doing.” I stare at myself, wondering if I’m in over my head.
What if he thinks I’m trying too hard?
“Up. Definitely up.” I tie my hair in place, snagging a few loose strands to frame my face.
I blow out a breath and shake my hands and arms, doing my best to relax. Adding a light coat of red gloss, I rub my lips together, dabbing the sides to gather the extra.
“How do I want to be when he enters the room?” I continue to talk to myself, happy that the only person in this house right now is a newborn who can’t understand what I’m saying.
I stroll over to the doorway, placing my elbow against the trim. Shaking my head, I readjust my stance, thinking it’s too cliché. I press my back against the trim instead, bending my knee, and do my best to pout my lips.
“Oh, this is ridiculous. I’m being ridiculous. Don’t try so hard. He wanted you when you looked your worst, remember that, Dove.” Giving myself a pep talk wasn’t on my list of things to do today, but sometimes it’s needed, especially when nerves are getting the best of me.
I twist my hands together as my heart begins to race.
I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I’ve never done anything like this before.
Winston is the most serious relationship I have ever had.
I’ve never tried to seduce anyone before.
My other relationships weren’t as serious, and no other makes my heart skip a beat like Winston does.
I want our first time together since Costa Rica to be remembered.
So much has changed in such a short amount of time, and he has shown me time and time again how much he cares about me. This is my way to show how much I care about him.
Stepping away from the door, I decide that maybe the bed is a better option. I lie down on my side, place my hand on my hip, and stare out the doorway, waiting for him to come up the steps so he can see me from down the hall.
I don’t know.
This feels cliché too.
I groan and flop to my back in frustration. Sex has never been this hard. It’s my fault. I’m putting the pressure on myself when I know Winston would love it if I were in a shirt with baby spit on it. He wouldn’t care.
He just wants me.
I roll out of bed, deciding that the lingerie is too much, and my effort to look sexy might come off as desperate.
Something crashes at the end of the hallway, the sound echoing down the hall as if it’s a tunnel. I lift my head to see Winston standing there. The keys are on the floor next to his feet and his arms are stretched out, hands on either side of the wall as he stares at me.
Even from here, I can see the swirl of lust in his green eyes.
“Winston,” I say in a single exhale, trying to figure out a way to explain myself as he charges down the hall.
A stern, fierce expression has his features looking sharper and more defined. As he marches down the hallway, he begins to unbutton his shirt, doing his best to get undressed before entering the room.
He fails.
And I don’t have time to take a breath or explain myself before he takes my face in his hands and kisses me. He effectively steals my breath. Every glide of his lips against mine has me feeling more confident in my own skin.
“The doctor cleared you, I see,” he whispers, leaning away to get a good look at me.
His eyes roam up and down my body, and then he slowly twirls me around.
“Fuck, Love Dove, you look fucking breathtaking.” He shoves me against the bed so hard, my knees buckle, forcing me to sit on the mattress.
“We’re leaving this on,” he growls, toying with the thin strap on my shoulder.
“You like it?” I gasp as his hand skims down my chest, awakening nerve endings I had no idea existed.
“Like it?” He cages me in, leaning forward so much, I have to lie down.
He crawls on top of me, brushing my hair off my shoulder.
Bending down, he leaves a kiss on the edge of my collarbone.
“I love it.” He robs another a kiss from me, his tongue sliding against mine, and we moan in unison, grabbing at one another with the intensity of months and months of sexual tension.
From missing each other, to saving one another, to not being able to give in to our bodies—we’re desperate to feel.
I unbutton the rest of his shirt, needing to see more of him.
With harsh tugs, I yank it off his shoulders and he tugs it down his arms, tossing it to the side.
My eyes lock onto the salt-and-pepper hair on his chest that travels over his abdomen, forming a skinny trimmed trail that disappears under his waistband.
My fingers become curious and I reach, needing to feel the soft hair against my skin. He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on.
And I want to prove that to him.
I drag my fingers down his torso, his stomach flexing with every abdominal muscle I skim over.
He gasps, his flesh breaking out in small goose bumps, coming alive from my touch alone.
When I reach his belt, I lock eyes with him, undoing the buckle so I can lower his zipper.
Getting off the bed, he allows his pants to drop and I’m left with him standing in front of me with tight gray boxer briefs that hug every inch of his large cock.
He’s so hard, the tip pokes out of the waistband and precum slips along his stomach, leaving a clear trail for me to clean.
I bite my bottom lip, watching as he takes the briefs off too with a knowing smirk.
He stands before me like a god, chiseled and defined like a statue, and his cock slaps his belly, the weight of it heavy. The vein is thick, protruding with how hard it’s pumping the blood toward his girth.
Without saying a word, Winston crawls onto the bed again, drifting his fingertips up my leg until he cups my pussy. I gasp, arching my back, the touch alone bringing fire to my blood.
“Already so wet for me, Dove.”
I grip his cock, giving it a firm stroke, and he shuts his eyes, mouth parting in a groan. “You’re already so hard for me.” I nip at his chin, my body about to burst with need. “I can’t wait any longer, Winston. I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t have you inside me.”
His lips crash to mine once more, the skilled, firm clouds meshing against mine like they were meant to. The scruff of his two-day beard rubs my skin raw, but I don’t care. I like the added pain, the added pleasure, knowing it’s him that can make me hurt like this.
Hurt in a way that only he can relieve.
My hands fly to his back, roaming the firm muscles by digging my fingers into the softness of his skin. In a fury of need, his hands touch and grab every inch of my body he can reach. My thigh, my ass, cupping my breasts, a frenzy of touch in under a minute.
“I can’t wait another minute. It’s been too fucking long since I’ve felt you.” He pushes my panties to the side and with his free hand, guides his cock to my entrance. “Let me know if it hurts and I’ll stop. Being cleared means nothing if you’re uncomfortable.”
“Just fuck me already!” I cry out, just as he drives into me in one hard thrust.
I’m so wet, he glides in to the hilt, and both of us groan together, hanging onto one another or we’ll forget to breathe. I bite his shoulder, whimpering at how good he feels, and I already feel like I’m going to come.
“You feel so good. Oh god, Winston. Move, please,” I beg him.
He shakes his head, his fingers digging into my thighs so hard I know they’ll bruise.
“I need a minute. Fuck!” He tosses his head back, the tendons in his neck protruding, and I leave small nibbles down his throat.
“Goddamn it, Dove.” He pins me down by my throat, his eyes wild with desire.
His pupils are so blown, his eyes look black, and his lips shine from my red gloss.
It’s smeared all over the sides of his mouth. He kisses me again, his tongue dancing with mine, and the only rhythm that matters is how quick we are to taste one another. He pins my hands above my head, keeping me still and trapped.
Finally he moves, but the pace isn’t slow and easy, it’s desperate and fast. Every drive of his hips is unrelenting.
“Yes! Winston, yes! You feel so good. Oh god, I forgot how good you felt.”
“You’re never going to forget again.” He bites my bottom lip, growling, ramming into me so hard, the bed begins to move across the floor. His cock slams into me and I toss my head back, crying out to the ceiling.
Winston covers my mouth with his hand, his hair becoming disheveled.
“You’re going to have to learn to be quiet, Love Dove.
If you wake the baby, he’s going to cry for you, and I don’t plan on leaving this tight cunt until you’ve come all over me and I have you so full, your thighs are wet from how much cum will drip out of you. Understand?”
I nod, wondering how the hell I’m going to be able to remain quiet when all I want to do is scream until my throat is raw.
“Every morning. Every night. I’m going to be in between your legs.
I’m going to fuck you every day. You’ll never be able to forget me then.
There won’t be a part of you that won’t be able to feel what I’ve done.
You’ll be so sore and you’ll know it was because of me.
” He drives into me again, grunting with every glide of his cock against my walls.
Our skin becomes slick with sweat, our bodies shining from the light sheen building on our flesh. Wrapping his arms around me, he changes positions. He sits, lifting me onto his lap, and I drop my arms onto his shoulders, riding him.
My lips part as a small moan escapes.
“Just like that, Dove. Fuck, just like that.” His brings a palm down on my ass, the skin stinging with a slight burn. He grips my thighs next, placing a punishing hold on me.
“Winston. Winston,” I say in warning, my orgasm closer with every stroke. “Oh god.” I move faster, hating to be so close to the edge without falling. “Winston!” I whimper, needing more.
He sucks a nipple into my mouth just as he dives his hand between my legs and pinches my clit, then rubs it in circles.
My thighs begin to tremble and my back arches when my orgasm causes my hips to stutter. My body becomes lightweight. Gravity doesn’t exist. I’m floating on a high only Winston can bring me.
“That’s it. Come all over my cock. Show me how much this pretty pussy missed me. You’re soaking me, Dove. You needed me so much, didn’t you?” He kisses the middle of my chest, licking the sweat from my body as he drags his tongue to my lips.
I gasp for breath, catching him looking down at where we’re connected. The sheer black lace is pushed to the side and only the very base of his cock can be seen. He’s right. I’ve soaked him. He yanks my breasts out of the lingerie, sucking each nipple into his mouth.
“I love the taste of your milk. So fucking sweet.” He continues to drink, kneading the other breast with his hand, and I don’t know why this is so erotic to me, but it has me rocking my hips.
To my surprise, he shoves me backward, flips me over, grips my hair, and slides into me again. He yanks my head back with a hard tug, brings me to my knees so my back and his front are pressed together.
“You take my cock so well, my love. I wish you could see how much I stretch you. You’re such a good girl for taking every inch.”
I love the praise and Winston knows it.
He spins us around, grips the headboard for leverage, and hammers into me hard and fast. The entire bed shakes from the passion and force, the headboard smacks against the wall, and the frame grinds against the floor with every thrust I take.
Winston’s hips stutter and his gasps become louder. His hands cling to my body, fingers leaving bruises against my skin, and he spills inside me. He drives in deeper, pushing his cum as far as he can, and we collapse onto the bed in a sweaty heap.
We’re both gasping for breath, his cock still lodged inside me.
“There’s no way I’m going to forget that. You’re right.”
He chuckles, kissing my shoulder. “I’m not either. Nothing about you is forgettable.” He slowly pulls out of me and we both groan. His semi-hard cock slaps against his thigh when he bends down to pick up his pants on the floor.
He pulls a velvet blue box from the pocket. “I know you deserve romance, but I’m tired of you not having a ring. You’ve been mine since Costa Rica, Dove.” He opens the lid and I gasp, forgetting how to breathe when I see the gorgeous emerald stone.
It’s huge, surrounded by a halo of diamonds. This had to cost a fortune.
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes! Oh my god, Winston. Yes!”
My hands are shaking as he slides the ring on. I’m speechless. The emerald nearly takes up my entire finger.
“It’s eight carats. Every month that we were apart,” he says, leaving me stunned.
I can’t help but marvel at this ring. I can’t take my eyes off it.
I’m getting married.