If you could only love me back.
Forever yours,
Dalton
I glance over my words in the morning light and decide this letter will be unsent. Instead, I tuck it away in my nightstand before I saunter toward the bathroom. Immediately, I’m engulfed in a wave of hot, wet heat. It’s like a sauna here.
I spot her through the misty shower door. Her outline has my cock hardening. She’s beautiful as she tries desperately to balance on one leg and sings some pop love song.
I swing open the shower door. She squeals, partly in surprise then in delight when she sees me. Her whole face lights up, and I feel like the luckiest man on the planet.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she says.
I grunt and step in. The stall is far too small for two grown adults, but I make it work by pressing her back against the shower wall and stealing long, slow kisses.
She calls my name urgently as my hand finds the apex of her thighs. I cup her soft mound, delighted to find her already slick with arousal.
“Damn, you’re wet,” I say.
She whimpers. “I kept dreaming about you all night long.”
I didn’t think it was possible, but my cock is even harder now.
Careful to keep her supported so her weight doesn’t go on her injured leg, I slide into her wet channel. I grip her ass and bounce her on my cock until she’s clawing at my back, sobbing my name and screaming through her release. I follow her over the edge with a roar.
Afterwards I clean her up in the shower then dry her body gently with a towel and wrap her in one of my shirts. It’s tight around the chest because she’s got huge tits.
There’s something about seeing the shirt strain, buttons nearly popping off with every breath she takes, that has me wanting to toss her back on the bed and rut into her again. But the one part of my brain that’s not a total caveman reminds me that she’s been here since last night, and I haven’t fed her.
“Can I have a tour now?” She asks, oblivious to my internal struggle.
“As soon as we have breakfast.” I take her hand and tug her into the kitchen where I feed Max and Rex their usual breakfast. I spring for the good stuff that gets delivered in a box every month and claims to be human-grade food. Only the best for my guys. “What do you normally have for breakfast?”
She gives a shrug. “Just black coffee. I’m not much of a breakfast person. Too many calories.”
I stalk across the kitchen until I’m standing directly in front of her. I put my hand under her chin and tilt her face up to see mine. I hate the dark blush on her face like she’s ashamed of her size. “That’s not how we do things here. In this cabin, you eat a hearty breakfast because you have a beautiful body that needs good food to power it.”
“Okay,” she murmurs softly.
“Now tell me what you like.”
“I’ve always preferred oatmeal,” she says, so I make her a big bowl of oatmeal with maple sugar. I watch over her, making sure she eats every bite.
I give her a soft squeeze on the thigh when she’s done. “Good girl.”
She squirms in her seat and calls my name softly. I stand from the table abruptly before I can drag her into my lap. I have to show her that there’s more to me than just the caveman who wants to touch her constantly.
“Let me get you on that promised tour. Obviously this is the kitchen.” I gesture around it. “I’m still in the process of updating the appliances, and the countertops and the walls, and well, pretty much everything.”
Part of me wishes that I had everything already done so I could give her the perfect place to live. Another part of me is glad that it’s not finished yet because she can put her touch on it now. In fact, she can decorate it however she wants.
She can come up with her own vision, and I’ll just be the man who makes it happen for her. The idea makes me happy, and I realize I’ve never had someone to build plans around.
I bring her into the living room, showing her the single leather recliner and TV. Looking around, I realize it’s a little sparse. Heat crawls up my neck. “I never really planned on having visitors.”
She flashes me a cheeky grin. “Well, then I guess when we watch TV, I’ll just have to sit in your lap. I’ll try not to wiggle too much.”
She saunters down the hallway, throwing me a little grin over her shoulder, and I’ve never wanted her more.
