“Its amazing what I can do in the kitchen when a certain someone is occupied elsewhere.” I chuckle, knowing full well that he wouldn’t sacrifice time with Nancy for anything, especially something as mundane as cooking.
Although admittedly, this meal looksanything but mundane.
“Where is she?” I ask, looking around for Nancy.
“She’s washing her hands upstairs. You hungry?”
“Starving,” I admit, my stomach growling loudly as though my words invited its interruption. “Shall I set the table?” I ask.
“Please, baby. But first, come ’ere.” He inclines his head at me, and I’m powerless to resist. Crossing the space, I round the island until I’m standing right in front of him. “Hi,” he says softly.
“Hi,” I reply. He leans down and kisses me. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into him, parting my lips with his tongue and my legs with his thigh. Fuck, he needs to stop.
“Not in the kitchen, Daddy. That’s honeygenic.” Nancy’s sharp reprimand shocks us both and we jump apart to find the three and a half feet tall supreme leader of the fun police standing there with her hands on her hips.
“Sorry, poppet. You’re right.”
“You can kiss Bunny later. I’m hungry. Is dinner ready, please?”
I vaguely hear Nash mumble, “Wheredoes she even get half this shit,” before he chases us over to the table.
And so, we eat.
When Nancy is tucked up in bed a few hours later, Nash wastes no time in leading me upstairs once the kitchen is clean and all the dishes are in the dishwasher. The whole house is spic and span. He said he wanted to make a good impression on Emma, so while I’d been painting with Nancy, he’d been cleaning and tidying. I had to point out that these types of things were exactly what Emma was there to help him with, but he just looked at me questioningly. I decided not to pull at that particular thread.
As soon as his bedroom door is closed and locked behind us, we crash together, kissing each other with a passion so powerful, I wonder how I ever survived without him. His thick tongue dominates mine, and I grip onto his shoulders as he picks me up and carries me to the bed.
He lays me down reverently, blanketing my body with his until I’m completely surrounded by him. He kisses my lips, my chin, my jaw, then pulls back and gazes down into my eyes.
“I’ve loved today. And yesterday. Having you here, in my life every day, in my home, it’s incredible. Part of me wondered if we’d ever get here,” he says, his eyes looking away until I cup his cheek with my hand. He smiles, then turns his face and kisses my palm. He looks back to me, my fingers gently stroking his face. “The truth is, I’m so fucking in love with you, baby, that I don’t ever want to be without you again. If we could live in a little bubble, just the three of us, I think I’d be the happiest man on earth.”
“I love you too, babe. The way you gave me the space to do what I needed to do to feel safe and to heal meant so much to me. But I never once felt like I was alone. You were there for me every step of the way, and now I get to live the future I want, the life I want… with you.”
He kisses me again, and it quickly becomes heated.
“But for now,” I say, breathlessly, quietly, “I need you to fill me up with that fat cock of yours and fuck me into this mattress.”
“You want me to fuck you, little rabbit?” Nash asks, even though there isn’t a hint of question in his tone. I nod and whine as he grinds back against me, pressing me deliciouslyinto the mattress, his weight above me so all-encompassing I feel like I could crawl inside him and stay there forever.
He pulls away and hastily removes his clothes before stripping me of mine. When we’re both naked, he looks down at me, stroking myself as I watch him. I take in his whole body, my eyes taking in his thicker frame, the coarse hair that coats his chest and stomach, a darker trail leading down from his belly button before thickening at the base of his impressive shaft.
I lick my lips at the sight of his hard cock, standing at attention and glistening at the tip, my tastebuds hungry for his flavour. He lifts just one eyebrow at me in question. I don’t hesitate.
“Yes, please,” I whine, and without giving me time to second-guess anything, Nash is right there, stuffing his hard dick right down my throat. My eyes water as I adjust to the delicious fullness, and the feral sound he makes as he starts to slowly pump in and out has my own dick leaking furiously.
“Fuck, baby. You take my dick so well, don’t you,” he growls.
I nod around his length, my hum of ascent muffled by his thick cock in my mouth. Iopen my mouth wider and grip the backs of his thighs, encouraging him to push even deeper into my throat. When he does, bracing himself against the headboard, I hold him there, wanting nothing more than for him to stay there until he decides I can breathe. A rush of adrenaline floods my system as I realise this is the first time I’ve felt comfortable enough to truly let myself go and ask the man I’m with, albeit with actions, not words, to take control and make the decisions about what we’re going to do. About what I need, or what I can have.
The last few months have given me the space to not only deal with the past but also to acknowledge the things I crave from a sexual or romantic partner. Giving up control, taking instructions, and being manhandled a little bit is a complete release for me, an opportunity to shed the weight of my history and just let myself be, completely free in the moment with my partner. It was the slippery slope that led to the toxic situation I was in with Dominic.
But here, with Nash? It’s worlds apart. Despite the negative experiences I had with Dominic, I have to acknowledge that I like what I like, and Nash is so comfortable being in control that I want him to completely own me in every way and make me float away in the bliss I get from that lack of control. He’s so good at it,and sometimes, I need it.
And right now, I fucking need it.
He seems to know, without me having to say anything, if I need any more proof at all, that this man was perfect for me. He holds onto the back of my head as he presses himself deep into my throat. I breathe through my nose as much as I can, but when he pulls out, I gasp a heaving sigh. One, two, three breaths, and then he’s back in there again, making my chest burn, and my head feel loose and foggy. His big hands brush my hair out of my face, and then he’s cupping my cheeks and gazing down at me with a look that makes me hope.
“You’re so beautiful, Corey.” I melt inside as he strokes my cheeks with his thumbs as he gently thrusts in and out of my mouth. I whine as he pulls out of my mouth, but stop quickly when he hauls me up, straight off the mattress and onto his lap, where he’s kneeling on the bed. I wrap my limbs around him and kiss him deeply, desperate to share the taste of his precum that coats my tongue.
