Ready For It
Dina
Although I’m far from being the old me, I’m not feeling lost and weak anymore. I may not be Wonder Woman, but I am strong once again. I may not have broken free from Michael’s hold on me alone, but I have picked myself up and moved on. Not every man is as messed up as Michael; this, I know to my soul.
My dad is a perfect example. I can’t recall one time he ever raised his voice at me or my mom. He had a stern tone that let you know he was far from pleased, and that is all it took. He didn’t rule our house with an iron fist.
Maggie once told me that a girl’s first example of love comes from how her dad treats her mom. I can now say this is completely true. I want nothing less for myself than the kind of love my parents shared during their twenty-five years together. Sometimes, I think their love must have been so strong they needed to spend eternity together without spending time apart on earth. Although I miss them terribly, I’m glad they got to stay together.
I allowed myself to be lost in the illusions of what I felt life is supposed to be for far too long. It’s not about my ideas on how my life should be without my parents; it’s about living and being present in every single moment.
I survived my parents’ death. I managed to graduate college. I survived Michael and put my life back together. Maggie and I built a successful business. Now it’s time for me to get out there and live instead of merely going through the motions. It’s time to enjoy myself and stop living for what can’t come back.
After having been apart these last few weeks, I can’t wait to see Ryder tonight. I told him I would pick him up, not wanting to wait another day to see him.
I dress with one thing in mind: seduction. I know Ryder loves black and gray, so I dress in my favorite all-lace, charcoal gray panties and matching strapless bra. Maggie helped me pick out a spaghetti strap, body hugging dress with a dip and gray trim around the breasts, which enhances my already noticeable cleavage. I wear my hair down, no jewelry, and my favorite gray, peep-toe heels. Oh, yes, I’m dressed for sex tonight. Now, time to go get my man and give him a night we will both never forget.
I contemplate taking one of the older cars, but decide the Mustang will be best since it’s reliable. No break downs are needed from the antiques when tonight is so important.
I arrive at the airport a little early, find where he will come out, and anxiously wait, sensing him before I actually see him.
He is wearing his usual T-shirt and jeans, and his hair is a little longer. I imagine running my fingers through it. He is carrying his duffel bag, so there’s no need for baggage claim.
Just looking at him, my stomach tightens and I feel liquid pooling in my panties.
He approaches, and I can sense he’s anxious. I decide now is the time for my inner diva to be in control.
I walk right up to him and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him toward me. Then I kiss him with everything I have, refusing to hold anything back.
He takes a minute before dropping his bag and wrapping his arms around me.
As I pull him even closer, he slowly begins to move his hands down my back and sides, toward my hips, before gently cupping my ass, causing me to moan from the sheer pleasure of his touch.
I’m more than ready to take him here and now. I don’t even care who is around to watch. I’m so lost in my passion for him. I need this man.
He gently pulls away, leaving me whimpering in want.
“Dina, baby, whoa … Let’s breathe for a minute. I want you so badly, but not here, not like this. You’re my future, my everything. We have all the time in the world, baby. Let’s get out of here so we can talk.”
I realize he’s right. No, I don’t want this here. And, well, we are supposed to talk. Regardless, I hope the talking happens later … way later.
We get to my car then head off toward his house. He keeps his hand on my thigh, gently massaging my leg the entire ride. When we arrive at Ryder’s, I unbuckle my seatbelt. But before I can open my door, he stops me.
“Can we talk out here? I’m afraid that, if I have you inside my house, we won’t get a chance to talk. I’m fighting to keep my hands to myself as it is. You look unbelievably irresistible.”
I give him a seductive grin. “Sure thing, just so long as you know I will end up inside your house tonight. I want this. I want you.”
As he starts to talk, my impatience takes over. I climb over the gear shift and onto his lap, straddling him, my dress sliding up and allowing my panties to peek out.
I know we need to talk, but he’s been gone for weeks. I want nothing more than to be lost in him, to forget everything that has led to this moment and just give in to the passion. It’s been too long since I allowed myself to be free.
Before Ryder has a chance to react, I press my finger to his lips. “Shh … I plan to be a distraction no matter where we are. The past is the past, and the future is right here in front of us. I want to be with you, and right now, I don’t want to talk. I want to be lost in you.” With that, I come down hard on his mouth, kissing him with all the passion inside of me.
He immediately brings his hands up, rubbing my sides and hips as I move my hands through his hair. The house is right in front of us, but I can’t stop myself. I will be damned if I don’t let go of all my reservations and be with him at right this moment.
He moves his hands up, bringing my dress along with them, my ass and panties on display. Then he cups my ass, sliding me up against where I can feel his erection through his jeans. As I rock my hips, the friction alone is enough to make me thoroughly wet and aching with need.
I reach down to pull off his T-shirt, using the break in kissing to move down to his neck. I take my time to gently kiss, suck, lick, and nip as he moves the straps of my dress down and groans when he gets a glimpse of my lacy bra.
I begin to take in all his tattoos, licking my way over the dragon that covers his right shoulder, half his chest, and the side of his neck. I gently kiss at the tattoo on his rib that is written in script: There is nothing to fear, but fear itself. Conquer it all.
The confines of my car are forcing us to maintain full contact, yet I still can’t get enough. I feel like I’m ready to explode in need, passion, desire, and all-consuming love.
He unhooks my bra, releasing my breasts before massaging one as he brings his mouth down hard and fast on the other nipple, licking and sucking. When he switches to give each breast equal attention, I cry out in pleasure.
When I lean over to recline his seat back, he brings his hand down to my panties and slides them to the side. Then he finds my sensitive mound and explores my slick folds with his fingers, as he slow teases my neck with his tongue.
When he inserts one finger inside me, I begin to tremble from the pleasure and passion between us. I could combust right here.
“Oh, baby, you are so wet and tight,” Ryder says breathlessly. “You’re killing me softly, sunshine.”
When he adds a second finger, stretching me, I become lost to sensations. I know I’m close to climaxing. And when he takes my nipple in his mouth, it pushes me over the edge. My whole body starts shaking from the intensity of it all.
As I recover from my orgasm, he removes his fingers, licking off my essence. I have never been so turned on in my entire life.
I reach down to undo his jeans, and then he lifts his hips so I can push them down. I take him eagerly in my hands, loving the way he feels.
As I gently stroke him, I feel his abdominal muscles tighten, which encourages me to continue.
I slowly kiss and lick my way down his waist, scooting off his lap and onto the floorboard. It’s a tight squeeze, but I manage to move my way down until his erection is right in front of me.
I look at it, feeling a little intimidated, wondering how he’s going to fit inside me. It’s not just that Ryder is long; he’s thick, too.
I start licking his shaft as I work up to the head. Using my hand, I gently cup and massage his balls.
“Dina, baby, you don’t have to.” I barely hear Ryder over the sound of my own heartbeat.
I laugh lightly over him as I fully take him into my mouth. I’m sure to be careful with my teeth as I go up and down, gently sucking. Ryder is moaning and holding onto the seat, letting me know he is trying to stay in control.
After a few more moments, he reaches over, gently brushing my arm. “Dina, if you don’t stop, I’m going to make a mess. I really don’t want to come in your mouth. Baby, please.”
Sensing his seriousness, I lick around the head as I pull my panties off my legs. Then I begin to kiss my way back up to his neck while climbing back onto his lap where I gently guide his cock to my slick entrance.
As I slide onto him, letting him fill me, I whisper, “I want you so much, Ryder.”
I cry out as my body stretches to accommodate his size.
Ryder moves my face to his and grips my hips firmly to keep me still. Making me look into his eyes, he asks, “Dina, baby, are you sure you want this here?”
For a moment, I’m hurt, thinking he doesn’t really want me, even as I feel him growing inside me.
Sensing my thoughts, he assures, “I want you more than anything, sunshine. My bed is right inside, though, and I want to make love to you properly.”
With that, I slowly start moving on him as I whisper, “I need you right here, right now. You can spend the rest of the night making love to me inside, but please, baby, right now, give me what we’ve both waited for, what my body needs and craves. Please, Ryder.”
He starts moving gently under me, the seat restricting us both. The confines force him in rhythm with me, and I feel my body tighten as my inner muscles begin to work on their own to grip and milk him. I know I’m close again.
When Ryder reaches down, making gentle circles on my clit with his thumb, pushing me toward ecstasy, I call out his name, my entire body shaking. As the aftershocks run through me, I feel him push into me even deeper as he pulls me closer. I then feel the warmth of his hot seed spreading inside of me.
As we both come down from our intense orgasms, Ryder holds me close, rubbing my back. My body is still trembling with pleasure, and Ryder is still inside me as we remain in one another’s arms, our breathing calming. He gently smooths my hair as we both try to get our bodies under control.
After a few minutes of recovery, I slowly pull myself away. This has been, by far, the most incredible sex of my life. However, since I don’t know what to say to Ryder or what he’s thinking, I decide to remain quiet as I pull my dress straps up over my shoulders, putting my top back in place. Then I open the car door, put my panties back on, and pull my dress down as I get out. Then I quickly lean in to retrieve my bra from the floorboard to put back on later.
I watch as Ryder pulls up his pants and climbs out of the car. He stretches, and then brings his arms down, embracing me.
He pulls me to him, whispering, “I’m glad my neighbors aren’t awake.”
I blush. Oh, my goodness, me, too.
He reaches into the car, grabbing his duffel bag, but leaves his shirt off as he walks toward his house. Unsure of whether I should follow him in or leave, I start to walk around to the driver’s side of the car. Before I can get out of his reach, though, he laces his fingers with mine and directs me to his front porch.
With our hands intertwined, he gives me a quick tour of the downstairs. His house is more than twice the size of mine. He shows me a large living room with a huge TV mounted to the wall that is hooked up to multiple gaming systems and surround sound. He has a formal dining room that is completely empty. The family room is a great size with a beautiful fireplace and french doors opening to a back deck and what I think looks like a barbeque area with a hot tub off to the other side. The room itself is empty with the exception of an oversized sectional sofa. There is also a den that is his home office space. In comparison to his work office, this one seems organized, but I really think it’s just because it’s all bare.
He takes me into his massive kitchen, all the while studying my face, almost as if he is waiting for a reaction from me.
As I stand here, my hand in his, I can hear my mom in my head, saying, “The kitchen is the heart of every home.”
I inwardly smile. Yes, Mom, you’re right, and this is a dream kitchen.
I take in the six burner with a built-in griddle stove top. The burners and griddle are inset in the center island that is also equipped with a prep area and its own sink. He has double ovens. His dishwasher and refrigerator are stainless steel against black cabinets and granite counter tops. There is even a built-in wine cooler. To cook in this kitchen would be amazing.
He gives me a half-grin. “Are you ready to see the upstairs?”
I give him a soft smile. Yes, please. What have we been waiting for?
We make our way upstairs where Ryder doesn’t waste time with showing me his other bedrooms or guest bathroom. He takes me straight to the master suite.
The room is huge, with vaulted ceilings that makes it feel even bigger. The only furniture is a dresser, two nightstands, and a California king-sized bed. There are also two doors to the left that are what I assume to be closets.
Ryder pulls me to him before I can take in anymore, brushing his lips ever so lightly against mine.
“How about a shower?” he asks.
Going to a door on the opposite side of the room from the entrance, we make our way into a bathroom that is bigger than my bedroom. There are separated sides with his and her individual sinks and vanity areas. Centered in the middle is a raised Jacuzzi that is larger than I ever thought possible.
He leads me over to the custom shower, setting the water temperature and starting the four showerheads. Then he looks at me so intensely before he slowly begins placing gentle kisses over my face, neck, and shoulders. He unzips my dress and removes it, taking my panties off, as well. It feels strange standing naked before him, but I’m not insecure like I thought I would be. I feel like we fit, like this is how it’s supposed to be.
He quickly removes his pants and boxers, and then we enter the shower where he begins to run his fingers through my hair, getting it thoroughly wet.
“I can’t believe you’re actually here with me right now.”
I turn to face him, wrapping my arms around his waist, not knowing what to say to that. I have never been so overwhelmed with good emotions like this before.
“Dina. You. Are. So. Beautiful.” He draws out each word as he places feather kisses across my cheeks, nose, and jaw. Then he tilts my head up to him and kisses me before pulling away softly and going back to the task of our shower. Slowly, delicately, and deliberately, he washes my hair and body. I feel as if he is trying to memorize every inch of me.
As he moves around, I enjoy watching his amazing body. I want him so badly, but he seems to need this slow, a shared intimacy, not just sex.
Once we are both thoroughly washed and content, he turns the water off, steps out, and wraps a towel around his waist from the warming rack. He then wraps me in a warm towel, holding me close while he kisses me slowly and dries my body off.
There is so much sentiment filled in these moments. I don’t know what to think as I feel my emotions spiraling out of control.
I have never felt so connected to anyone. My heart feels completely full with love, and I feel absolutely safe and at peace for the first time since my parents died.
As he leads into his bedroom, I glance at the clock, seeing it’s almost three in the morning.
When he guides me down to the bed, pulling me up against him and holding me close, contentment and completion engulfs me. The exhaustion of our passion overtakes me, and I fall into a blissful sleep. Never before have I felt so cherished.
I realize this is home for me, being with him. I am madly, deeply in love with this man.
***
Ryder
Having her in my home brings everything into place for me. I bought this house two years ago, with the idea that one day I would start a family here. The house was a foreclosure that I got for an amazing deal. It’s a large, two-story with a detached four-car garage. Being a bachelor and working as much as I do, the décor is lacking. The walls are bare and the furniture sparse, but I hope Dina can see the potential in one day making this our home.
Earlier, she was quiet as she took in each room. In my kitchen that I have yet to cook even one microwave meal in, however, she had this twinkle in her eyes. I know she loves to cook. Not only has she told me, but Brayden and Maggie constantly rave about her homemade meals. I wonder if she can see herself cooking in here in the future. I hope so.
We didn’t get around to everything tonight, because I want more time with her rather than meandering around my empty house. There is still the laundry room, the downstairs bath, the back deck barbeque area, the hot tub and pool, and my garage to show her, but that can wait until tomorrow. There is no point in wasting time on the three guest rooms and guest bath upstairs since they are completely empty.
Having her lying in my bed is the perfect welcome home. She stirs in my arms, letting me know she’s once again awake. Unable to resist, I take my time treasuring each and every glorious inch of her body.
When I reach toward my nightstand for protection, I pause momentarily, realizing we had no barrier between us in the car. Until Dina, I have never had unprotected sex. Just the simple thought of being a dad has insured that. However, looking at her now, I can’t help inwardly smiling at the thought of her carrying my child.
Being in the moment, I push the thoughts aside, cherishing the opportunity to make slow love to this woman. As I open the foil packet and roll on the condom, I decide that Dina and I will have a serious discussion on our earlier lapse in the morning.
I have no idea how she feels about a future with me. I know she has told me she wants to see where this goes, but how does she feel about living together, marriage, kids—the whole package?
Now, having experienced the power of loving my partner with every part of my being, I can attest to the truth that there is a difference between making love and raw sex. For me, there was nothing before tonight; she is my beginning and my end. This is all that matters. She is my future, my everything, and I will gladly share all that I have and all that I am with her: mind, body, and heart.
After another orgasm for us both, I make a quick trip to the bathroom to dispose of the condom then climb back in bed beside her. Lying there with Dina in my arms brings an inner peace to me. Knowing she’s here and safe in my arms brings a calm I never knew I needed. Oh, how I love and treasure this woman.
Dina and I definitely need to talk about things. I need to express my feelings to her. When I begin to speak, however, I realize she has fallen back asleep. I can’t help smiling as I watch her looking so relaxed. We can talk about everything over breakfast.
I look over at my clock to see it’s after six in the morning. Okay, so maybe it will be lunch. Yes, we will talk at some point today, no matter what. We must.
With that thought, I drift into a comfortable sleep as a very happy man.