“I need to talk to you first.” Shaking my head, I groan. “I had this whole plan of getting you in the tub, washing your hair, telling you… everything. But I got distracted.” Smirking, I give her naked body an appreciative glance.
“Oh,” she says, reaching for a blanket to cover herself. My hand comes down fast and firm over the blanket.
“Hell no. I’ll make it quick, but baby, never cover yourself in front of me. I always want to see you.”
“Even when it’s distracting?” It’s her turn to smirk at me.
“Always,” I growl.
She drops the blanket and leans back against the pillows, a tempting grin on her face.
“You’re making this,” I mumble, gesturing between us and then down at the bulge in my pants, “really hard.”
“Just say it, Dom. Whatever it is.” I can tell by her tone that she’s just as anxious as I am to, as they say, get to the good part.
“First, I’m not selling the store. I never considered that. Ever.”
Pen sighs and I can physically see tension leave her face, her shoulders, hell her whole body simply relaxes. “I didn’t think you would,” she says softly. “But the last few months…”
“I’ve been a fucking idiot.”
“You’ve been grieving,” Pen counters.
“Well, yeah, that’s true. But I’ve also been an idiot. Both of those things can be true at the same time.” She gives a small acknowledging nod.
Running my hand through my hair, I take a deep breath. It’s hard. It’s so damn hard to get the words out when you’re in the wrong. It’s even more challenging when you don’t usually talk about your feelings, or bother explaining yourself to others.
Clearing my throat, I try to remember the string of thoughts I’d rehearsed and planned for tonight. But it’s like my brain is a blank slate, filled only with the beautiful woman before me, all curves and hope and anticipation.
“Fuck, okay. I have to close my eyes to get this out.” Shutting my eyes helps. A little. “I don’t communicate well. Never have. That’s not an excuse, but it’s something that, well I’ve been tryin’ to get better at. Because you make me want to be better, Pea. You deserve someone so much better than me.”
Swallowing hard, I pause before peaking my eyes open. Tears shine in her eyes and, shit, no, I didn’t mean to make her upset!
“I hate that you feel that way, Dominic Miller. I really do. Because if you saw yourself, the way I do?” Pen shakes her head, a tear slipping down her cheek. “You’d see what a good man you are.”
Thinking back on the last few months, maybe that was starting to be true? Right up until we lost Gloria. Like I’d been progressing in the right direction, starting to feel, dare I say— happy— again? And then July happened and it’s like I crumbled faster than a Jenga tower built by feral cats.
“You deserve so much more,” I whisper, emotion surprising me as it rises in my throat.
“No, Dom. You might not be perfect. I’m certainly far from it.” I open my mouth to protest that, but she holds up a hand, shushing me. “We don’t have to be perfect. Remember what I told you? I don’t want a spectacle. I just want what makes me feel warm, comfortable, accepted… loved.” Pen shifts forward so she’s kneeling before me, reaching out to cup my face. “That’s what I feel when I’m with you, Dom. You are all I need.”
“Fuck,” I grit out before pressing my lips to hers. Pulling back, I manage to mumble, “I love you so fucking much,” before she presses me back on the bed.
“I love you too, baby. A little.” Pen straddles my hips and begins to tug at the bottom of my damp shirt. “And a whole helluva lot.” She presses her lips to my throat, right above my pulsepoint. “ Get these clothes off because I need you inside me. Now.”
We giggle— yeah, me included— as we strip off my wet clothes and toss them on top of her pile on the floor. My skin is chilled from being in wet clothes slightly longer than her, but our hands roam, gripping and caressing and smoothing all over, until we’re both feeling heated.
Pen slides her warm, wet cunt over my cock, teasing me two, three times before I’m begging. “Pen, please, baby.” I groan, hands gripping her hips, her soft skin the only thing grounding me to reality right now.
“Please… what?” she taunts, placing a hand on the pillow beside my head, placing her full, gorgeous tits right in my face. Not a man to turn down such an opportunity, I capture one of her stiff nipples in my mouth, sucking softly while rolling my tongue over and over the peak. “Oh, Dom.”
Her breathy moans increase as I move to the next nipple, sucking and showing it the revenant worship she deserves. Pen grinds down against my cock, her head thrown back, completely surrendering to the sensations of pleasure. Her pussy is soaked, and with every grind of her hips against my body my cock threatens to unload just from this.
She asked a question but I can’t fucking remember it— I can barely remember my damn name. Pulling back from her breasts, she whimpers with the loss of my mouth. Gripping her hips harder now, hard enough to leave bruises, I growl, “Be my good fucking girl and ride my cock, Penelope.”
Pen smirks as she places a hand on my chest for balance, before lifting up slightly. With her other hand, she reaches down, gripping my cock firmly at the base to hold me steady. I can’t help the moans escaping my mouth right now— watching Pen— this sexy, intelligent, empathetic, and warm goddess of a creature— is the sexiest thing that’s happened to me in my entire life.
As she slides slowly down on my cock, so slowly, we both groan at the sensation. I can’t help panting, unable to catch my breath as my body tenses. She feels so fucking good, her cunt squeezing my cock tightly in a way that solidifies that we were meant to be. I tear my eyes away from the sight of us connected,to see that Pen is feeling it too, whatever this is. Never in my life have I ever felt so held, so seen, soconnectedto another person.
