"You're so sexy," I murmur, loving the light in his eyes from the compliment.
"You make me feel sexy." His strokes become deeper, faster, our cries and moans blending with the hum of the shower tocreate a steamy paradise. "When you move in, this is how we'll start every morning." His lips drift across my forehead, my temple. "I'll never get enough of you, Bridget."
I believe him. I've never trusted anyone so much, with both my body and my heart. "Good. Because I think I'm already addicted to this." Tensing my inner muscles slightly, I squeeze down on his length, watching his eyes open wide.
"Damn, girl."
His long, quick strokes become more erratic as he drives deeper. My entire body begins to prickle and quiver, heat rushing through me as I feel my climax about to erupt.
"That's my baby." He stares directly into my eyes, gripping me tightly in his big, sure hands. "Come for me. Let me feel you." Panting, gasping, I hover on the edge for just a few seconds, then Dash smiles as if he feels the change take over. "That's it. Let go for me."
My lips fall open as a strange, savage sound echoes from my chest and I squeeze around him as the climax shakes me from head to toe.
"That's it, baby," he groans, pounding hard and deep, his thick cock swelling inside me. "Bridget… Baby…" Our eyes lock as he surges, his wet heat spilling deep inside me. The thrill of feeling Dash claiming me as his will never fade.
His movements slow as we enjoy the sensations of every last stroke before he sets me back on my feet and holds me against him, stroking my back, caressing my ass.
"I love you, Bridget," he murmurs, breath still unsteady. "I already know I'm going to love you forever."
Pressing my cheek to his warm, wet chest, I nod. "Yes, I'll love you forever. I feel it too."
We stand like that for several minutes, just snuggling. Then Dash steps back, quickly grabbing the soap. "I still don't knowhow long the hot water lasts in this house." He turns me around, then runs the fresh pine scented soap slowly all around my back.
I would never have imagined being so comfortable with a man. Every caress, every touch, brings us closer together. He turns me back to face him, quickly rinsing between my legs, then paying special attention to my breasts.
"You probably aren't as thorough with these as I'm going to be." He winks. "Every day I'm going to make sure that these have been polished to my incredibly high standards."
We step out of the shower, as Dash casually wraps a towel around his waist, bundling me into his soft, fluffy robe. Then he grabs my hand, taking me down the hall.
One of his previously box-filled spare rooms is now empty except for a large overstuffed blue easy chair. "The basement is shaping up to be a TV and video game space. Kind of a…" He shakes his head. "I hate the term 'man cave', but I guess that's what it is."
"We'll think of another name. Maybe sports grotto."
Dash laughs. "Anyway, I thought that when you move in, you should have a space just for yourself too. This is the larger room, and it gets beautiful afternoon light. I thought it would be perfect for practicing your guitar."
My knees almost buckle. He really means it. This is forever.
"We might want a larger house at some point," he says casually, as if discussing real estate with his new girlfriend is the most normal thing in the world. "But we can probably take our time."
His lips graze the top of my hair. "The big security installation is going into your house this weekend so you and your mom will feel safe. But you're welcome to move in here whenever you feel you're ready, and we can add a system here as well if you like. No pressure, though."
Leaning up, I give him a gentle kiss that I hope conveys everything I'm feeling. "I think it will be soon."
"Good. Now let's clear out a drawer for you right away."
Before we reach the bedroom, I burst out laughing. Dash's eyes twinkle. "What?"
"Some ladies want diamonds and some want pearls," I sing, making up the words and the tune as I go, "but all I need's an empty drawer, I'm one of those girls. "
Dash's laugh is pure joy. "See? Everything is a country song."
He guides me onto the bed as his towel falls off and my robe slips open. "We're going to make such beautiful music together, Bridget."
EPILOGUE
DASH
* Three Years Later *
