Twenty

Sutton

“Did you make this tart?” David asked against my lips.

I nodded breathlessly and slowly brought the box down between us. “For you. Want to try?”

He nodded.

I picked the lemon bar back out of the box, dropped the box onto the counter, and then held the treat before him. He arched an eyebrow at me and then opened his mouth. I watched him take a small bite out of the lemon tart. When he closed his eyes and groaned at the taste of it, it set me on fire.

“Dear God, this is heaven.”

“Uh-huh. I think they’re my signature.”

He took the tart from me and dropped it back down into the box. My heart was in my throat when he tugged me closer again and started kissing his way up my neck.

“I think I’ll have you for dessert instead.”

“Is that so?” I asked breathily.

“Mmhmm.”

My heart was hammering away in my chest, and my body was giving off mixed signals. Yes, I wanted this. No, I wasn’t ready. Yes…yes, I was.

I wanted this moment with David.

I wanted and needed to be okay with this.

I’d chosen him.

He was choosing me.

David nibbled on my earlobe, dragging it between his teeth. I sighed and leaned into him. He took that as an invitation and swirled me around so that I was against the kitchen island. He had me pinned with his hips, and it was pretty obvious where his thoughts were.

I was just standing there, enjoying the attention, but I was an eager participant. Suddenly, I remembered what I was supposed to be doing with my body…my hands. I ran them down his solid chest, letting my nails trail across every ripped ab until I hit the V at his waist. He sucked in a deep breath at my advances, and it only emboldened me further.

After a moment of hesitation, I slipped a finger under the hem of his board shorts. He pressed harder against me. My pulse quickened as I felt his length through our thin clothing. He was…big. Fuck, I could tell that, and I hadn’t even touched him or seen him or fucking anything. And, instead of feeling fear or pain or uncertainty, I felt only desire.

My body was hot. It was a primal need that my fingers and toys at home couldn’t come close to sating. It had been a long, long year alone. I was too young to be alone. And I knew then that I didn’t want to continue like this. I wanted David. Physically, emotionally, mentally. I wanted every bit that he was willing to give to me, and I wanted it all right now.

He cupped my jaw in both of his hands and tilted my face up to look into his golden eyes. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes on.”

I blushed, and he left no room for a response before he thoroughly kissed me again. My hand slipped down the front of his shorts, and a moan escaped us both as I grasped his cock in my hand.

“I want you,” he pleaded.

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Now.”

“Yes.”

He tugged on the strings of my bikini, letting all the tiny pieces collapse onto the floor, forgotten. My hands were trembling slightly as I hooked my fingers into his shorts and let them meet the same fate.

I took a steadying breath. Just one. That was all I needed.

David ran his hands down my body, exploring every inch of my exposed skin. Then, he wrapped his hands around the backs of my thighs and hoisted me onto the counter. He spread my legs wider before him, and then with a devious grin, he laid me back flat.

He hooked my knee over his shoulder before dragging his tongue up the inside of my left leg. I gasped and squirmed at the sensation but had nothing further to say, except moan when he moved his tongue to my clit. Or when his fingers moved inside my pussy. Or when he pushed my leg even further open.

I ached from my core all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes. This was torture. Sweet, blissful torture. Even better than the first time on the couch. This place had none of the memories my house did. It had no consequences. It had perfect freedom. And I was riding that freedom straight to climax.

My body bucked against him as he held me down against the kitchen counter. I was trying to escape the lavish attention as my core exploded. I arched off the counter and cried out in ecstasy at the pleasure that wrecked my body.

“More,” I pleaded.

I shuddered on the countertop and then sat up to reach for his cock. He groaned as I toyed with him.

“I want to suck you off,” I told him, looking him dead in the eyes.

His cock jerked in my hand.

“What? No blush?” he joked.

“Not in the slightest.”

“Fuck.” He gripped my thigh hard and then brought his hand up to stroke my bottom lip. My body warmed up all over again at that one touch. “I want that, but I want to fuck you.”

“Just a taste?” I asked.

He pressed forward until the tip of his cock moved into me. I shuddered and nearly gave in to that feeling. Wanting nothing more than for him to take me just like that. But that was what I would have done before. That was what had gotten me into my first mess. I wanted this to be different. I was different. David was different. I had control…some semblance of it.

“Condom,” I forced out between my teeth.

He nodded and pulled one out of his shorts. Thank fuck he had one. Stopping would have been…difficult, to say the least.

He rolled the condom onto his length, stole another deep kiss, and then thrust deep inside me. I cried out around his lips. My walls pulsed around his cock, and my body trembled with relief and exertion.

Oh God, I wanted this. I wanted all of this.

David wrapped a steadying arm around my back and then dragged his way out of me. Then, with his eyes set on mine, he eased back in. Slow and steady and reassuring. Watching every movement to make sure that I was okay. To see that I wasn’t going to break down and freak out and cry. Because that was the person I had been. That was the person who had never been able to separate what had been from what was now. To see that I could mourn that life and still enjoy this one. But I was not going to cry. I was not going to mourn. I was going to enjoy every single minute of this.

“I’m okay,” I assured him.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m not going to be if you keep going that slow.”

He grinned and then slammed back into me until he was seated to the hilt. I tilted my head back, and my mouth made an O as he did it again and again. He kissed me one more time and then leaned me back on the counter. Gripping my hips in his hands, he drove forward into me. Our bodies slapped together. I knew I would be sore later, but I could hardly care. It felt too fucking good.

“Sutton…I’m close,” he warned me.

“Come with me,” I pleaded.

Then, he buried himself in me one more time, and we both came together. My body shook from head to toe. My orgasm was so intense, I was certain I saw stars on the ceiling. He was gasping for air as he lay forward across my naked body. He kissed a soft trail across my stomach.

I stretched my arms overhead. “Remind me never to bake in this kitchen.”

David chuckled once and then burst into full-on laughter. “You’re perfect. You know that?”

I ran my fingers through his hair and sighed in satisfaction. “We should clean up. Then, I could use a nap. Do you know how much sleep you get with a two-year-old?”

“Not enough?”

“Not enough.”

I disappeared into the bathroom and quickly cleaned up. Before I left, I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked different. Skinnier for sure. Though the bakery was helping me put those pounds back on—thankfully. But also…happier. Like I wasn’t a ghost living in this body. I seemed strong again. Like this month with David had awoken me once more. I didn’t feel like I was about to fall to pieces because I’d just had sex with another man. It felt good and right.

I stumbled into the first-floor guest bedroom and found David already under the covers. I crawled into bed after him.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, brushing my hair out of my face.

“Like I’m ready for round two.”

He laughed and nipped at my lip. “No, really. I know that must have been hard for you. New.”

“It’s new. But it’s not hard for me. Not right now. I know I might freak out about it later, but right now, I feel like it was the right thing to do. I wanted to be with you. I want to be with you, David.”

“Good. I’m glad to hear that. I want to be with you, too.” He brought my hand to his lips and started to kiss every single digit. “But I’m always going to put your well-being above my own. I want to do right by you.”

“It was right,” I assured him and then gestured to myself. “Wright even.”

“Ha-ha.”

“Of course, I’m conflicted because this is like a new first. You popped my cherry,” I joked. “But I’m glad it was you. You made it perfect. I like that this new beginning is our new beginning. And I’m ready for that.”

“Good,” he said, kissing me again.

“Do you think there’s another condom in this house?” I asked.

He arched an eyebrow. “I’ll scour the place if you will.”

“We still have a couple of hours. How much sleep do I really need?”

“Oh, I like this new beginning.”

I laughed, and then we both went in search.

I was the victorious one who found three condoms in an upstairs bedroom. He was the victorious one when he got to use all three.