Chapter 7
Allister
Back at my house, I settle her into the big armchair by the windows, where the master bedroom opens over the ravine that sold me the first time I saw it. Seventeen acres, far enough out for privacy, close enough to the city for work.
With her in it, my bedroom is our bedroom now. Just like that.
I get the shower going and strip my shirt off. I don't know what comes next, but I want her in there with me. I want to run the soap over her, find out what her nipples feel like in my mouth.
I take a breath and stride out of the steam-filled bathroom.
She's still in the chair, watching the low afternoon light, and the sight of it draping around her shoves the breath out of me.
"Come on." I almost ask if she wants to join me, then change my mind. With us, I'm taking the lead. I need her. I need to be in charge. "I want you close to me. I want to feel you against me."
I walk over and take her soft hands in mine, and her eyes rake up and down me. Then a blush rises on her cheeks, and it looks like doubt.
"I'm not sure I'm ready."
"I just want us together, precious. I'd love to make love to you right now, but we're going to wait until it's right. Until you want it as bad as I do, no matter how long that takes. Right now, I just want to wash you. Shampoo your hair and take you in. All of you."
She bites her lip and drags in a breath, and it hits me what an idiot I am.
"I'll keep you safe. I'll hold onto you the whole time. There's a big bench in the shower, and you can sit if you'd like. Whatever makes you happy."
"I'm sorry. It's just. I mean…" She throws her head back, eyes on the ceiling, and I hate that she's ashamed of a single part of herself.
I wish I could take that away for her. "I can stand, I just have to be careful.
I take showers all the time without anything on my legs.
I just can't stand for too long. God, this is so embarrassing to have to tell you all this. "
"Fuck, baby, no." I pull her up and into my chest. "I want all of this.
You need to understand that. Nothing about you will ever embarrass me, and it shouldn't embarrass you to tell me.
Tell me everything. Anything. Damn, if I could, I'd live inside your head just to know what you're thinking and feeling every second.
And I love every part of you. Especially the parts you think you have to hide.
To me, those are the most beautiful parts of you. Okay? So let's go get wet."
I reach around her waist and scoop her up in one swoop. It startles a laugh out of her as her legs scramble for purchase and finally hook halfway around my waist, and she winces.
"Careful, please don't hurt yourself, Leah."
In the bathroom, I stand her in front of me, leaning into the vanity, and work the zipper down the back of her dress, loving every second, every inch of bared flesh.
When I'm done, I let it drop to the floor around her ankles and watch her reach back to unclasp her bra, letting it fall, baring herself to me. I stand frozen, my hands lifting to cup her breasts on their own, then I lean down to kiss her nipples and moan, selfish with the pleasure of it.
"So beautiful," I whisper, then stand and strip off my cum-soaked pants and boxers, tossing them aside, reaching for her hand. "Hold onto me, Leah."
I open the glass door and guide her in, the jets of hot water streaming down her body while I stare. The water catches in her dark lashes and runs over her full lips, and my mind goes straight to filthy places. I picture those lips open, taking my cock, and I'm harder than I've ever been.
When she reaches to run her hands down my chest, lower to my abs, cum is already sneaking up and out of my slit. I grab the soap and start to learn her body, running my slick hands over every line and curve while she steadies herself with her tiny hands on me.
She keeps her eyes off me, still won't look straight at my full, thick cock, and it's cute, but I want her to see.
I want her to look at what's hers. I'm big.
Not just big, long and thick, more than will be comfortable for her.
For a second, fear runs through me, and I'm praying I won't hurt her when the time comes.
"This is so nice. It feels so good."
"Music to my ears, baby. Turn around, lean back against me."
I help her turn in a slow pivot until her shoulders settle back into my chest. I wash her hair, the sweet scent of the shampoo blooming in the hot steam. Her ass rubs against my cock, and she's playing with me now.
"You keep that up, and I may not be able to wait, baby. I'm a virgin, and this virgin is about to explode."
"How are you even a virgin, anyway? I mean, look at you. You look like the kind of man who could have any woman he wants. Who'd run through women like they're disposable. And with that club you and Decker run, all those beautiful women around you, I can't imagine how you haven't done it."
I let my hands roam down the front of her, hot water sliding over my fingers as they tease her nipples, then I drop one lower, stroking between her legs until she's humming, and her head falls back into me.
"I have my reasons." I'm fucking distracted, every filthy thing I want to do to her crowding my head. I can't get over the feel of her. I run a finger down low, toying at her opening, drinking in the little murmurs and keening sounds as she shifts her legs and gives me more room.
"Tell me. Tell me the, oh, the reasons." Her voice, soft and warm, spreads through me. There's a girl in there who needs safety, comfort, reassurance.
"Now?" The pitiful catch in my voice makes her giggle. I'm enjoying my finger dance down below, and she knows it. She's so fucking sweet, it gives me a toothache, which only matches the cock ache.
Both of them throb like a motherfucker.
As much as it pains me, I gentle my fingers without pulling them away, circling slowly as I tuck her back against my chest and start to speak.
"I've seen more relationships fall apart than I'd like.
My parents were in love, but they weren't good for each other.
My dad cheated on my mom. A lot. She was young when they got together, and he was older. "
She stills against me, then covers my hand with hers, low on her belly, like she wants to keep it there.
"He just wasn't faithful, and it killed her, piece by piece. Then there was the military. So many guys hooking up on the road, married guys with families, and they did it anyway. It always sat wrong with me."
Her thumb strokes the back of my hand. I press my mouth into her wet hair and give her the rest.
"I wanted it to mean something when I lost my virginity. I'm not a 'new girl every night' kind of guy. I want one girl. One. And no one really held my interest until now. Until you. And then it all hit me at once."
I bring a hand up to tip her chin, then take her mouth.
Those lips have me wondering when I can get them wrapped around my cock.
She kisses like she was born for it. Her lips part, her tongue playing with mine before it takes on a mind of its own in my mouth.
Before long, our breaths go ragged, and her arms tug around my neck, and I'm barely hanging onto my gentleman card.
We break apart, eyes locking, searching, and somehow we land on the same thought at the same time. It's right there on her face, but I'm the first to say it out loud.
"Your mouth." It's all I can manage as she licks the water off her lips, grinning up at me like trouble.
"You want my mouth?" Her tits press into my torso, and this sweet wonder looking up at me has skills that buckle my knees and leave my cock begging for what he's never had.
"Here."
I'm a monosyllabic caveman now, but that's all my brain can manage as I guide us both toward the built-in shower bench a couple steps behind her. I sit her teasing ass down, and with my height, the line-up is perfect. She bats her eyes up at me, brushing the water out of them, then licks her lips.
"Fuck, yeah," is all I manage as my sweet angel grips the base of my shaft and flicks the drop of pre-cum out of my slit with her tongue.
"Like this?" She licks her lips, playing with me, and I nearly decorate her face right there.
Her lips trace the thick vein throbbing down the top of my dick. She alternates, flicking her tongue, then looking up at me like she needs my approval, and it makes it that much harder to hold back.
"Yes, sweet girl. Jesus, yes, just like that."
For the next few minutes, she works me with her mouth and her hand in a way that has me moaning like I'm taking my last breaths on this earth. Nothing has ever felt this good. Not even close.
My hands settle in her damp hair, guiding my dick in and out of her mouth as she sucks and curls her tongue against the underside in a way that nearly drops me.
Her mouth is hot and slippery as I flex and take control.
Her eyes stay on mine as I shift, the head of my cock slick and squelchy, popping in and out of her lips while I fuck into her face.
"God, you're so beautiful. More beautiful every moment I know you, Leah."
My words drive her to suck harder, deeper, the hunger in her eyes shoving me over the edge, and I'm lucky as hell I held out this long. I fill her throat with a roar, gripping her head as my cock pumps five, six, seven thick jets of cum into her mouth.
My orgasm nearly tears me in two. It throws one of my hands off her head to brace against the slick tile, holding myself up as my legs shake and I'm calling out her name.
I eat her pussy for a good hour in the shower, until we both start to prune, and her voice goes raw from the climaxes I drag out of her, one after another. Then I towel us off and carry her into the bedroom, admiring her, hoping I can be everything she needs me to be in this life.
My thoughts turn to the first time I'll be inside her. How I may not survive it. I went off again in there myself, spraying up so hard it hit her thighs as I sucked her clit, and she screamed my name.
My heart climaxed as hard as my cock. It's all in for me. The sex and the love and the devotion, all wrapped up together. They'll never be separate, and I'll never give that to anyone else.
"You know…" The orgasm blush is still on her cheeks, and the twinkle in her eyes gets me right in the chest. "You barely know me. You sure it's safe inviting a strange woman to stay in your home?"
I cross my arms. She's lying back on the pillows against the headboard, supple and easy, the light going to evening's golden orange around her. Past the glass, the forest drops away below us, the room floating out over it.
"I think I can handle myself. But you do have skills that could bring a man to his knees. At least this man."