“Can I tell you I haven’t had a lover in four years, but I have had several checkups, and I’m clean, so now you can tell me you’re clean too, so we don’t have to bother with condoms?” I requested.
His eyes got lazy in a way I’d never seen before, and I loved it, as he stroked my jaw with his thumb and murmured, “Poor wee lass, hot as fuck lay like you going without for four years?”
“Considering the fact I’ve never had anything near as hot, nor as energetic, nor as assertive…”
That earned me another unabashed grin.
“And I’ll add,” I continued, “rarely culminating in anything delightful for me, unless he had it in him to take care of me after, which was even more rare, of course I was hot,” I educated him. “And now I’m hungry, but first, I’d like to know your health status, please.”
But he was frowning ferociously.
“No one before me took care of ye?”
“Well, no one before ye could drag me from the bed and plant me on his dick.”
With that, he roared with laughter, rolling us so he was on top again.
When he got control of his humor, he said, “Good you’re with me now, then.”
Good didn’t cover it.
I was in no mood to boost his ego further. I was in the mood to eat, and maybe do what we just did again (multiple times), so I prompted, “Dair.”
“I’ve not had the dry spell ye have, darling,” he said gently. “But I always use protection, and I get yearly physicals. I’m clean.”
“So, since I have an IUD, we can dispense with the condoms.”
His eyes moved over my face as he murmured, “Never knew a woman who was more about that even than me.”
I didn’t want anything between us.
Again, in an effort not to stroke his ego, I refrained from sharing that, and reminded him, “Sandwiches?”
“Ye can get them, lass. I’ll deal with this johnnie.”
Since we had a plan, he rolled one way; I rolled the other.
He headed to the bathroom. I located my nightie and pulled it on before I moved to the stairs.
Once in the kitchen (and on the way, I was joined by Sorcha), I saw he had everything all ready, but I wasn’t sure how to juggle it all up two flights of stairs.
In the end, I put both sandwiches on one plate, grabbed a bag of chips and carried them in one hand, while I arranged two bottles of sparkling water to carry in the other.
Sorcha accompanying me, I trudged back up the stairs to find Dair in bed, resting against pillows he’d shoved up behind him, and he’d put on a pair of boxers.
Okay, now that I could take in my fill, I could confirm he was perfect everywhere.
Sorcha went to the bed to say hi to her daddy as, on the other side, I entered it on my knees only to freeze when he abandoned his dog and reached a hand to the back of my thigh and trailed it up to cup my bottom.
I stayed frozen at the heat that scorched me from his eyes, not to mention his touch, when he encountered bare skin.
“Ye walked to my kitchen without knickers?” he asked.
“I think you tore them during the festivities,” I told him. “But would you have preferred I put them back on?”
He slid his hand over my hip, and it left me so he could help me with the food and drink as he replied, “Darling, feel free to wander my house with that beautiful cunt ready for me whenever you want.”
Oh my God.
