Becca
Life changed, incrementally at first so I didn’t notice it, but by the end, we were light years from where we’d started. At first, Dominic rented an apartment in our little New Hampshire town, making the time to see Nate every day after he finished writing. He’d pick up the little boy, who’d gurgle with glee, and take him for walks, or to the park or library. I never saw a father and son bond so well.
Dominic didn’t really interact with me so much at first, although he certainly looked at me a lot. He’d just say things like, “Hey Little One, how’s it going?” when he picked up Nate, not even so much as trying to invite himself in for coffee or dinner.
But one day, when he came back, there were roses in the stroller, for me I suppose, and I’d breathed in their fresh scent, heady with perfume.
“Thank you Dominic, they’re beautiful,” I’d smiled. He’d smiled back, and seemed to loosen up afterwards, more confident in his approach.
The next time he came back from a walk with Nate, there was a hunk of cheese and some olive oil crackers, my favorite. He didn’t say anything as he handed them to me, but the next day, I’d had a cheese spread ready when he came by.
And I guess that’s how we found our way back into each other’s lives, slowly, one step at a time. I couldn’t just leave the door to my heart wide-open again, and he seemed to understand this. He waited patiently … slowly but surely advancing, with meaningful glances from his deep blue eyes, coupled with a brush against my body there, a slight jostle of my breast here.
After a month or so of this, I couldn’t handle it anymore and needed his body in me, craving that hard muscularity against me, between my legs. One day when he came to pick up Nate for their daily walk, I was waiting.
“Where’s Nate?” he said, looking around the apartment futilely. The space was oddly quiet for an apartment with a one-year old.
“Nate’s with his babysitter,” I said boldly. “I thought we’d spend some time together.”
His head had swung around, his eyes blazing intently.
“Are you sure, Becca?” he asked slowly. “Because once I start, I’m not backing off,” he growled.
I went up to him and boldly pressed my curves against him. “I’m sure,” I said simply, and Dominic’s mouth descended on mine, ravenous, his hands tangling in my hair, gripping my ass and stroking my back, desperate to reacquaint themselves with my curves.
He backed me into the bedroom, tossing me onto the big bed with an oomph, but before I could sit up, he was on me again, a big blanket made of man, his warmth and bulk pressing me deep into the mattress. His mouth was everywhere on me at once, as he unbuttoned my top, stripping off my jeans and panties.
“Little One,” he breathed. “I’ve dreamed of this so many times … so many times … god, you’re gorgeous,” he panted.
And I could tell that he wasn’t going to be able to wait. His cock was so aroused that the tip poked out above the waistband of his pants, glistening and wet from his pre-cum. I lowered my head for a taste, and he groaned harshly, before pulling away.
“Later,” he promised. “I need to be in you now,” he growled.
With that, he pushed me back, and I went willingly, spreading my thighs for this man, only this man. His cock teased my folds at first, running against my pleasure nub, lubing against the wetness of my slit, but with a stiff thrust and a roar, Dominic pushed in all the way, burying himself deep in my warmth.
“Oh god, Little One!” he groaned into my mouth. “Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he breathed as his hips began a slow pump into mine.
But now I was the one who was greedy and hungry, and with a mewl, I clawed at his back, lifting my hips up, circling my legs around his back, encouraging him to go faster and harder.
Chuckling, he increased the pace, driving his body into mine, letting me feel his overwhelming need, that throbbing, thrusting dick penetrating my deepest secrets, driving me to new heights.
With a cry, I began to come, my cunny spasming around him, clinging and shaking around his pole. Dominic, too, was overcome, and he shot his seed into me, coating me with that precious fluid that I hadn’t tasted for so long. I could feel him jerking as rope after rope hit my cervix, coating my ovaries with his life-giving sperm, sticky and wet, filling me to the brim as I twisted and cried out underneath him.
As our breathing stabilized, he held me close, murmuring sweet nothings in my ear. I tried to distance myself, just for a moment, but he wouldn’t budge, his strong arms locked determinedly around me, never letting me go.
“Little One,” he growled. “That was just the beginning … now and forever.”