57. Eden
EDEN
“BYEEEEE,” comes the chorus from the front door—Dad, Tina, and Nat calling out as Connor and I walk to the car after dinner.
Each of them in a T-shirt with the Miami NWSL expansion team logo. At Nat’s suggestion, Tina had tracked the shirts down at a sporting goods store earlier today to surprise me.
Connor turns on the car, once they’ve closed the front door. “That went well.”
I put my hand on his knee as he pulls off their street. “So well. I’m glad Dad’s adjusted to the reality of us being together.”
“Me too. And forgiven us for being sneaky.”
I sigh. “I’m glad those days are done. Being a secret.”
“Same.”
He takes the exit onto the highway before continuing. “You know what I was thinking today?”
He stops, looking contemplative.
“What? What is it?”
“None of this worked out like I thought it would. I was so fucking tied up in keeping everything hidden. But then, when they got revealed…each time, life got better, not worse.”
His expression is so earnest, and I love that he’s come to this realization. I click through examples myself. Our relationship, now out in the open. The issues with his mom aren’t a burden he has alone. No more secrets we need to keep from our families.
“Yep. That’s because you were holding things back from people who love you, who only wanted to help you, make your life better.”
He puts his hand over mine. “Not anymore.”
We stay quiet for a few minutes as the highway miles zip by.
Then Connor breaks the silence. “So Miami, here we come. Really proud of you.”
He’s said that about ten times already since he came home from Waves practice, but I’m more than content hearing it again.
“Thanks, it doesn’t feel real yet.”
“Even after those shirts tonight?”
“Haha.” I turn my hand over so our palms are connected. “I know we haven’t talked about any of the details yet, but I’m fine if you want to stay up here. We can go back and forth depending on my season and whatever your job ends up being.”
He gives me a look like “are you serious?” with raised brows. “Nah. I mean, Orlando’s a fine backup plan, but I’ll be looking for jobs in Miami. You and I, we deserve a normal day-to-day after the start we had.”
My heart soars. He jumped to that commitment? For me, for us?
“I’d love that. Living together, not missing a moment…well, except when I’m traveling for soccer. Coming home to you after a road trip sounds nice too, though.”
“Mmmm, it does.”
My mind spins as I digest his willingness to follow me. “Does Miami need a kicker? Even a backup?”
He turns off our exit. “Their starter is a solid player. I’m not sure of his contract status, or their backup either. It’s on my list for Aiden to look at after the playoffs.”
His agent is not allowed to talk to other teams until then. “That would be incredible.”
He twists his head in my direction, transparent hope on his face. “It would be a dream, though my first goal is to help the Waves win the Super Bowl. However, neither is as important as being with you, Rosy.”
OMG swoon.
I admire his profile, now facing forward, refocused on the road. He’s so damn handsome, the blond waves hitting his forehead, his sharp cheekbones like a statue.
But what really draws me to him is his heart. His strength. His grit to find his way out of everything he’s faced the last few years.
There’s no one else I want by my side.
“I wish I could kiss you right now,” I whisper.
He returns his gaze to me, eyes darkened. “Hold that thought.”
Blessedly, we’re reaching his building. It has unassigned parking, so he grabs a free spot closest to the entrance.
“Hurry, beauty.” We hustle into the elevator once inside and hop off the second it hits his floor. Before I know it, we’re behind the closed door of his apartment, his keys and my purse dropped on his side table.
We lock eyes, and then he’s pressing his mouth on mine, pushing my back against the bare wall of his entryway. His tongue, deep in my mouth, owning it like he’s claimed my heart.
Returning his kiss as soon as I catch a breath, I wrap my hands around his ass. Pulling him tighter against me, wanting him closer. I dig my fingers into the pockets of his shorts, and he moans before breaking the kiss.
“You’re frisky tonight, Rosy. But only one of us is in charge.”
I slip into my natural submission readily, my body loosening. “Yes, Sir.”
“Strip. I will too.”
The next minute is spent flying clothes off into different corners of his entryway. When we’re both naked, he drops to his knees, peering up at me.
“I’m going to lick you so you’re ready for me, beauty. You’re coming on my cock tonight, so hold off now.”
I dip my head in agreement.
“That’s my girl.” He spreads my upper thighs with his hands, pinning my legs against the wall. His tongue then swipes my clit, in the way he knows gets me ready to take him, but is less intense, easier for me to contain my orgasm.
Thank you, Sir. My mind quickly fades into nothing but the pleasure of his tongue on my bundle of nerves, as he licks, over and over, until I’m dripping. Soft and wet, ready for him.
Only, he shows no sign of slowing down. “Sir, I’m ready. I need you inside me. Please.”
“Mmmmm.”
The other night, I’d read a novel where the Dom loved to make the sub beg, so I try it. “Sir, please…I’ll do anything.”
That line does the trick, as he tilts his head up, stopping his action. His eyes heated. “You don’t need to do anything, Rosy, except be a good girl.”
He slowly releases his hands and stands up. Watching me while stroking his cock, erect at his full seven inches.
“I will fuck you, but the way I want,” he says after a few seconds. “Come over to the kitchen counter.”
It’s only a few feet away from the entryway, and I step to the closest part. His small apartment is open concept, and I’m standing on the side of the counter that transitions into the living room.
“Here, Sir?”
“Yes, good. My smart girl. Now rest your arms across the counter, in front of you, straight toward the kitchen.” He steps behind me. “That perfect ass facing me.”
I don’t question, just extend my arms out. As soon as they hit the cold faux marble, he starts walking toward the bedroom.
“Stay there. I’m getting the cuffs.”
A thrum of excitement comes at their mention. I don’t move, content to be bent over the counter, patiently waiting. He returns with them and, from inside the kitchen, secures my wrists.
“I’m looping the cuffs through the cabinet handle on this side.” He tugs on the metal connection once he finishes. “You can’t move, Rosy. Not unless I let you.”
I hum. “Yes, Sir.”
His binding me to the cabinet has added a new stimulus too. Stretched out more tautly across the counter, my breasts are resting lightly on the marble. The cold touch of the stone is like an ice kiss on my nipples.
With his work done, he takes me in. His eyes flick down to where my breasts and the white stone meet, down further to where my hands are bound, and then back to my face.
“A work of fucking art.”
Despite my contact with the cold surface, I feel hot under his gaze and a surge of joy that he’s so pleased.
“Yours, Sir. Your work of art.”
He rubs his hand across his face, smiling. “Indeed.”
He studies me for another moment, as I lay there, content to be the object of his attention. Finally, he comes around back into the dining area.
“I almost lost focus there.” He rubs a hand down my back, reconnecting our bodies. “I’m going to fuck you so deep tonight, Rosy, that every step you take tomorrow will remind you exactly how mine you are.”
Ahhhh, I get wetter just imagining that. “I’d like that, Sir.” My voice, now thinner, with a hint of a whine.
He pulls my hips in the place he wants them, so my pussy is at the perfect angle, open to him.
All his. All Sir’s.
“Enough talk for now.” He leans down and whispers in my ear. “The only thing you’re allowed to think about is my dick sliding in you, and my finger on your clit.”
“Hmmm,” I moan as my mind blanks out to everything other than him. It’s natural. No effort. He’s Sir.
He grunts, and then I feel the head of his cock against my slit. He pushes himself in me, one hard inch after another. I’m full, so full. Behind me, his hot breath hits my neck.
“Fuck, Rosy. This pussy is perfect.” His hands squeeze my hips as he plunges deeper with each thrust. I’m being stretched deliciously, even though I have almost no way to help from his angle.
When I don’t think it can get any better, he brings a hand around to rub my clit, as promised. Swirling as the pleasure rocks through me, my voice crying out as the intensity mounts.
Within a minute, he’s found a rhythm. Pounding into me while my arms stretch to the other side of the counter. I’m unable to move more than an inch in any direction.
Under his complete control. I try to maintain a balance so I don’t change the angle, because it feels so damn good to have him claim me this way.
My mind empties of anything except the way he’s stuffing me full and building pleasure through my clit.
The skin-on-skin sounds as he starts rapidly pumping in and out of me, the only noise I hear.
His finger doesn’t stop moving either, and I can feel myself get slicker as the euphoric feeling starts to crescendo.
“Sir…ohhhh.”
“My girl, so wet for me, so good.”
I explode a moment later, shaking against him as he keeps up his movement. His hand comes off my clit to hold me firmly in place as he hammers into me even harder. Fluttering around his cock, I feel him jerk, his hot cum flooding me.
“Rosy…you’re everything…” he cries, as he maintains his motions a few more times. Shooting more into me during his aftershocks.
Warm cum starts to drip out of me, even with his cock intact. I savor the feeling, as I start to wind down, and he holds himself firmly inside me. Joined together, as the last rattles of our climaxes hit.
When he finally pulls himself out, his fluid leaks down my leg. I can’t see what he’s looking at as he stands there, but a beat later, he drags a finger from my clit through my soaked pussy, up to my ass, circling my hole with our combined releases.
“One day I’d like to fuck you here too. We’ll have a conversation first.”
I’ve never done that, but I’m curious about it. “It’s on my list, though it would be my first time.”
“We’d go slow.” He drops his finger. “I can safely say no one has ever pleased me more, beauty.”
“Thank you, Sir.” His praise, the press of his large body, are more than enough reward.
He shifts back. “I’m taking the cuffs off, Rosy. Then I’m going to carry you to the shower.”
Feeling blissful, I stay in place until he comes into the kitchen and removes the cuffs. As we transition to aftercare, he brings me to the bathroom and soaps me down gently, everywhere.
After our shower, we cuddle in each other’s arms.
“I didn’t even plan any of that,” he admits.
“You’re getting good at improvising.”
“I have the perfect partner.” He kisses my nose.
I rub a hand across his arm. “There are probably more things we can do in the kitchen.”
He smiles. “I’m afraid the image of you tied to the cabinet will be the only thing I think about in that kitchen.”
I giggle. “Something worth remembering.”
“Pretty certain I will, forever,” he replies. “I love you. I love you so much.”
Now it’s me that kisses him, a firm peck on the lips. “Love you back.”
“We’re exactly what the other needed, aren’t we?” he says sweetly as I turn around and snuggle into his big spoon. “You couldn’t have designed it better in a lab.”
“I never imagined I’d find a love like this,” I confess, pulling his arm over me. “Thank you for taking such good care of me.”
“Anytime, Rosy. Every time.”