Seven
LISA
BEFORE
Considering David isn’t even technically my boyfriend yet, I’m aware of what a big deal this is.
The whole meeting the parents thing would usually happen after we’d shared more than a few—hot as Hell—kisses, but the speed we’re moving just feels right for us.
Never in a million lifetimes did I think I could truly fall in love so quickly, and I certainly didn’t expect it to be reciprocated.
That’s the power of a twin flame connection, I suppose. Lives can be changed in an instant when those two souls meet. There’s an inexplicable and unwavering pull toward each other that has been overwhelming and exciting all at the same time.
“You sure you want to do this, Precious?” David has tangled his fingers between mine as we stand in front of the huge white door of his parents’ home.
With a half-smile on my face, and what I’m hoping is a twinkle in my blue eyes, I look up at my future. My David. And I couldn’t be more sure of anything in the world.
“Shouldn’t you be asking yourself that question, Bauble Boy?”
He frowns a little at the name but the smirk on his lips tells me he’s not really angry about it, even after he suggested what he claimed to be much better options for me to call him on the drive here.
“If you insist on calling me a boy, then I can cope with Big Boy,” was one suggestion.
“Mountain Man” was another. Because he towers over me, apparently…
“I don’t know what it is about you, this, us, whatever it is, or maybe I do, but I can’t and won’t deny it. You make me stronger, Lisa. So yeah, I’m sure.” He punctuates his words by leaning forward, gripping my chin between his fingers, and kissing me senseless.
His lips mold to mine like they were built for each other, our tongues working in perfect rhythm, exploring, and those butterflies run rampant through my stomach, my chest, my pussy. If this is what he can do to me with a kiss, just…wow.
“Ahem.” The sound of someone clearing their throat makes David finally pull away from me and we both turn to look at the offender. “Mr. and Mrs. Volpe aren’t home right now, Sir. Would you like me to take the bags from your car to your room?”
The older man looks kind, too kind to work for a man like David’s father—the few stories David told me on the drive here didn’t exactly paint him in a good light.
“No, thank you, Terrence. Do you know when they will be home?”
“They’re attending a gala this evening, so they’ll be home first thing tomorrow, Sir.
Will your guest be staying with us during the holidays?
” The gray-haired man—Terrence—looks to me, his kind smile not quite reaching his eyes, as if he’s worried for me.
If I couldn’t read auras so well, I’d never know.
“Terrence, I’ve asked you to call me David. You’ve known me since the day I was born; I am not, nor will I ever be someone you need to call Sir. And yes, but we’re not staying for the whole of Christmas. In fact—”
“Please don’t continue that sentence if you want me to keep my job. I think it’s best I stay out of this and play ignorant. You know what your father’s like.” Terrence begins shaking his head in disbelief, his dark brown eyes flicking between me and David.
“Fair enough, T. We’re just gonna go grab something to eat then head on up to my room.”
“Of course, Sir. Shall I prepare something for you?”
“No need. We’ll figure it all out. See you in the morning.”
Terrence nods once before turning and heading back inside the house, leaving the imposing door open for us to follow. I mean, David told me who his family was, but hearing it and seeing all of this are two very different things. They have a freaking butler!
Material things don’t impress me or make any huge impact on my life, and I would never judge someone for how they choose to live theirs, but holy mother…
The marble flooring, the crystal chandelier-style lighting, the golden touches here and there; this house is pure opulence, and David wants to give this all up for me. For a mere few kisses…
I’ve been so sure of what we will have, what we’re starting, our journey together, that I haven’t actually taken the time to understand what we’re really doing here.
I panicked when I thought he was leaving for good, managed to persuade him to bring me home, and, somehow, along the way, he decided to change his life forever.
It’s a little unbelievable, but I can’t allow doubt to seep in and destroy what I know is our destiny.
However difficult that may be in achieving.
Gripping my hand tightly while gently stroking his thumb over my skin, David leads me toward the gigantic industrial-sized kitchen. It’s a very clinical-looking room, all shiny white marble surfaces and more cupboards than I’m sure are necessary.
“Oh my Goddess, what are you doing?” My voice is practically a squeal as David grabs my hips and lifts me onto the center island.
“Preparing my dinner, Precious.” His grin turns mischievous and he parts my legs before stepping between them, cupping my face in his hands.
I’m waiting for him to keep talking, the sound of his voice like a balm to my very essence, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he leans down and brings those lips of his to mine.
One of his hands slides down my face, his thumb trailing down the front of my neck and the grip he has on me almost makes me come right there.
I’ve never been held this way by a man before, and never imagined I’d enjoy a hand against my throat, but I shouldn’t expect anything less with David.
His other hand slides down my arm, resting on my thigh where he gently massages in small circles, gradually shifting my dress out of the way and moving his fingers closer to the place begging for his touch.
I almost jump out of my skin and melt all at the same time when he finally makes contact.
It’s like everything, just…everything. The butterflies have all gone insane, pleasure coursing through my veins as David grips the back of my neck to taste me deeper, rubbing his fingers over my panties and no doubt feeling how wet he’s making me.
“I’m fucking addicted to you, Precious.” He barely breaks our kiss to speak the words over my lips and his fingers finally make their way underneath the material of my panties.
“Oh my Goddess, yes!” This feels nothing like when I do it myself. This is something else entirely and I never want to be without it again.
David moves his fingers through my pussy and every time they slide over my clit I almost jolt off the kitchen workspace.
His tongue continues to create a dance all of our own with mine, his gentle moans as he touches me spurring me on.
My arms are wrapped around his neck, one hand scrunched in his perfectly dark hair, the other gripping on for dear life. I never want to let this man go.
He slowly pushes a finger into my pussy, and when he finds my clit with his thumb, that’s all it takes for me to fall apart. It’s quick, it’s delicious, it’s a promise for more, and I moan my light orgasm into his mouth, eager to give him everything he’s just gifted me.
“You’re so fucking tight, Precious. I’m going to have to do this a few more times before we go all the way. But we’ve got all night to work on it.”
I’m a little breathless from the orgasm and his words, and before I can speak, David gets on his knees, puts his head between my legs, and licks me…
And this, right here, is just one reason I’m never giving this man up.