“Looking out for me, Deca?”
“Well…”
“You gonna keep that ankle still?” I don’t allow her to answer as I take her swollen lips in another enticing kiss. Her lips and her silky tongue are so responsive to my wordless requests. I plan on kissing her for the rest of my life.
When we come up for air, she nods and it takes me a moment to remember what I’d asked. I hold up a condom. “Good. Help me on with this?”
She hums as she studies my cock then fumbles a bit as she rolls down the thin protection. “That okay, dear heart?”
Dear heart. Other women have either not used an endearment or tried being all cutesy and saccharine. I’ve been calling Deca babe. Is that too common for this uncommon woman?
Waiting for my answer, she gnaws on her lower lip. I touch my finger to the spot. “It’s perfect.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” Her soft laughter lightens my heart. When she wraps her hand around me I swallow my groan and ease between her spread thighs.
“Deca, look at me. If I do—if we do anything that hurts tell me to stop.”
“Ooh, does that mean I can choose a safe word?”
Her eyes sparkle, her pupils nearly filling the irises. She’s telling me she’s adventurous. I file that away for later. “Okay, what’s your safe word?”
“Pickles.”
I arch one brow. “Pickles? Really? Okay, pickles it is. And if I forget or if for some reason I don’t hear, pinch my arm.”
She plants her good foot flat on the mattress by my hip, arching as her pussy searches for my cock. I grab a pillow, fold it, and stuff it under her ass. “Better?”
“Not until you’re in me.”
I guide myself, sinking into her wet heat a couple inches. She feels so good, so perfect I’ll burst if I go faster. I pause, kiss her, and whisper in her ear. “Perfect. You’re perfect for me.”
Tiny jerks of her hips demand more. I sink slowly into her, balls deep. My groan of pleasure is low, long, rumbling. I can’t imagine anything better—until I start to move.
Her hands skim over my heated skin. She moans encouragements and praise. I return the praise, nipping at her earlobes and the soft skin of her neck. She wraps her good leg over my hip, trying to press me closer.
I keep my thrusts as easy as I can, shifting my hips until I find the exact angle that makes her cry out with each pass of my cock over her g-spot. Then I increase speed, our damp skin slapping together as I maintain that angle.
“Dane, you’re… magic,” she pants. “I think I… might… again. Never more than… one…oh…Dane.”
She’s never experienced more than one orgasm at a time? Another challenge I’m going to win. I slip my hand between us and find her clit. Using the same motion as when she came for me before, I stroke and press firmly in time with my jerking thrusts.
I’m not going to last. “Deca… now… come now…”
Her look says she doesn’t believe that will happen. Until it does. She cries out my name, her body tensing beneath me. Around my cock, her inner walls contract and ripple. It’s all I need. I slam into her twice, press her hips deep into the mattress, and growl her name. Every spasm and jerk of my release pulls a single word from my lips. “Mine.” Again and again, I show her, tell her, she’s mine.
After we clean up and I double check her ankle, which really does seem to be healing quickly, we crawl back in bed. Cuddled together, we watch an insipid holiday rom com and plan my nextsteps in confronting Carson and ending the partnership. She has fabulous ideas for me, and for her new business.
We talk about that, too. She confesses to not having much of a formal business plan and agrees to accept my help. Pine Woods is primarily a tourist town and there’s a good chance a metaphysical rock shop could do well. As long as she finds items specific to this area for people to purchase as memories.
How in the hell did I get from rolling my eyes at her midnight dancing to wanting to help her business be a success? I know the answer. I fell in love with her hard and fast. And forever. I just need to tell her. I’m afraid she won’t accept my love almost at first sight. That’s okay. A point in my favor is I’m sure she cares for me, too. I’ll wait until she catches up. My love will always be ready, no matter how long I have to wait.
She sits at the island while I fix our evening meal. Our conversation has moved to our families, our childhoods, our dreams. Each hour that passes, I love her more.
After our meal, I turn on the fireplace. She teases me about having a fake log in a gas powered fireplace when there’s so many trees around. I stifle her laughter with kisses and we make out in front of the fire like a couple of teenagers but don’t go any further. That feels right, too. I’m not accustomed to being with a woman who demands nothing of me. Not sex. Not attention. Not money.
Deca is an enigma. One I’m going to enjoy figuring out.
While we’re settling in for the night, I share the plan I’ve been contemplating. “I’d like to go to the lodge tomorrow.”
