“Deal,” he rapidly says, eyes darkening with need. “Now open.”
“You’re so…” The rest of my words get caught when I open the bag and find a bunch of picture frames. They’re all different sizes and colors. Some look vintage, while others look retro or rustic. “What’s this?”
“I wasn’t sure which style you’d like the best so I got a little bit of everything. I was thinking we could put them around the house, fill them up with pictures of us, but it doesn’t have to be us; it can be anything you want. You’ve let me put my things around and I think it’s time you start doing that too.”
I attempt to speak, but I’m struggling to find the words. I never rearranged the house because I felt like I shouldn’t. It never felt like my house despite it being in my name, and I never had the desire to want to mess with anything.
It was in denial at first, thinking Mom would burst through the doors and she’d be angry that the house didn’t look the way she left it. Then I accepted she wasn’t ever coming home. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to make any changes.
But things are different now. The house has drastically changed since Daniel moved in. It’s still clean, but the daunting echo that used to follow me around isn’t anywhere to be heard.He’s filled every inch of this place with him, and I don’t mean that physically. Him just being here, making this place his home,ourhome.
Don’t cry!
“Do you like it?” he asks hesitantly.
“I’m having a moment here, and I’m trying to remain calm,” I honestly say. I’m doing my best to regulate my emotions and not go off anytime I feel overwhelmed by how much he cares about me. I look up at him, and my world steadies. “I l…like you. I like you a lot.”
He cups my face and brushes his lips over mine. “You don’t have to remain calm. You can let yourself feel whatever you want as long as you let me hold you.” I nod, drowning in an ocean of emotions. “I really like you a lot.” He pecks my lips a few times before he pulls back. “There’s one more thing.”
My brows furrow and I dig through the bag until I find a light brown envelope. I get giddy because I love his cards.
“I didn’t have time to make one this time. I’m sorry.” He sounds genuinely disappointed in himself.
I don’t deserve him.
“That’s okay.” I pull the card out and grin at the cartoon squirrel on the front. Above it reads,I have something special for you, and when I open it, I burst out laughing because the squirrel is holding two nuts and underneath it reads,I want to share my nuts with you.And underneath that it reads,I’m so happy you’re here, Jos.
He laughs too and stares at me with pride, like hearing me laugh is something he just ticked off his goals list.
“I can’t with you.” I suppress my laugh, taking the flowers from his hands and setting them and the bag on the coffee table. Wrapping my arms around him, I circle my legs around his waist as he instantly snakes his arms around me and lifts me up.
“I want to do something for you,” I say into his ear, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“What’s that?” He looks at me hungrily.
Instead of telling him, I connect my lips with his. I kiss him deep, savoring him, slipping my tongue inside his mouth and stroking it against his. He reciprocates the kiss with as much vigor, but it’s softer this time, knowing we don’t have to rush to get it out of our systems.
Daniel doesn’t break the kiss as he moves backwards until the back of his legs hit the sectional. He plops down, and I moan into his mouth as I settle right underneath his erection. His cock and the denim push into my clit, grazing it, and I shudder from the sensation.
It feels so good, I grind myself a little into him just to feel it again. Daniel groans against my mouth but doesn’t stop kissing me. Instead, he deepens it. Our tongues become frantic and sloppy as if that’ll fulfill the need for both of us to get off.
His tongue is thrusted so far down my mouth, I feel the vibrations of his grunts against the side of my throat every time I grind upward against him. I’m moaning with every rock, sucking his tongue, swallowing his saliva, tugging his hair.
Dry humping shouldn’t be this hot, but it is. I’m squirming, loving how hard he is, reveling at how the denim of his jeans and the lace of my thong dig into my pussy and rub against me.
His hands slip under the oversized jersey and he palms my ass, squeezing it hard before smacking it. I shoot forward, squeezing my eyes at the sting, but then I tremble with pleasure. He smacks the other and the same feeling of pain and pleasure returns.
I’m panting into his mouth the second time around, breathing heavily, aroused and sopping wet. My nails dig into his back, and he faintly hisses before he slaps my ass a third time.
I scratch and hold on to his back, bucking my hips into him, holding on as the orgasm ripples throughout my body.
“Mmm…” I moan repeatedly, body going limp but quivering as he forces my hips to roll against him. “Daniel, fuck…fuc…” My clit pulses hard with each rub, and because I’m already sensitive, it doesn’t take long before I’m coming again.
I shoot up, throwing my head back as euphoria takes over my body. I feel numb and high all at once. I don’t have control. I feel like I’m getting carried away and all I can do is watch while my body drowns in ecstasy.
“You look so pretty riding me like this,” he says huskily, squeezing my hips punishingly as he peppers kisses down my throat. “I wish you could see yourself from this angle.” His lips brush my collarbone and descend to my cleavage.
I’m still in a state of bliss. Disoriented, I do nothing but watch as he brings his fingers to my jersey and undoes the buttons—one by one until the jersey is parted in the middle, exposing the transparent lace to him.
