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A hand falls to my thigh as she becomes unbalanced. I want to move to catch her but don’t trust myself to. Her attention is on the muscle flexing beneath her soft hand. She runs her hand over my thigh slowly watching the play of the muscle.
Looking up at me, she makes me glad I have never ever missed leg-day, as a sexy smile fills her beautiful face. Shaking her head, she says. “You aren’t like any computer n
erd I have ever seen before.”
My cock jumps, ready to be inside her again, needing to fuck her again. She sees it and the smile is gone. Awe fills her face the same way it had this morning when she watched me. Her hand reaches out to touch me. I clench my jaw tight against the words that threaten to spill out. Only a finger skims down from below the head of my cock along the length of me.
Fucking hell, she’s panting. Her breasts are swaying with her struggle to breathe deeply. Back up her finger runs along me until she encounters the precum leaking like a fucking faucet.
“I’ve never wanted to touch someone before. I always thought they were ugly, too small, too big, too pink or too red.”
Then she fucking kills me when she wraps her hand around the head of my cock and she strokes me once, twice. I don’t give her another second. I’ll be damned if she turns me into a man who can’t finish inside his woman.
Catching her hand, I roll her under me. My cock enters her easily, she’s wet and ready for me. I work her leg under my arm and pull it up, allowing me to go deeper. We both moan as I sink into her.
“I thought I could do anything I want.” She pants as her pussy squeezes my cock.
I catch her mouth in a kiss I don’t let her up from until she’s limp underneath my mouth. “Yes, you can do anything you want, but you have to be prepared for the repercussions. You were about to make me come. I wasn’t about to do that all over your beautiful body, when I would rather do it inside you.”
Her head back, her only response is a moan and her pussy tightening around my cock. Damn it, when she does that it turns me into a fucking beast. Fucking her fast and deep, she’s coming around my cock in minutes and I follow her while she’s still trembling. I nearly collapse on her, all bones liquid from what she does to me.
Fuck, I can’t move. I try, and her hands go around me weakly. “Mmm... don’t move please. You feel so good inside me, all around me.”
“Baby, I’m crushing you.” I manage to at least go up onto my elbows. Her legs come around me, I give up trying to move. I rest my forehead against hers, she smiles.
“Thank you.” Her hand comes up to my cheek.
“Hmm... just for a few minutes. Sorry I was gone all day. We’ll get your stuff tomorrow.”
“It’s okay. Alice took care of everything. I packed up, and two very big guys had everything here within an hour. It’s okay, I know it was important. Did you get the problem fixed?”
“Yeah, it’s all good. So, you’re all moved in?” I like the way she smiles as she nods.
“Yep, I have all my stuff. Actually, there are some boxes of books my old roommate will send me, now that I have a permanent address. Other than that, I’m moved in.”
“Is there anything you need? Your credit cards should come in another day or two, but if there’s something you need now you can use mine, or you can use my Amazon account to order what you want or need.”
“I’m good, for the most part. I will probably need some bookshelves in the office for my books. I’m not in a hurry though.” Her hand roams down my neck into my hair then down my back as she talks. Then she cups my ass.
“You’re killing me here.” I roll off her and she groans.
I hug her tight to me. Before long I feel her slip into sleep. I don’t sleep so easily. It feels like hours I lay awake wondering what the fuck I have gotten myself into. What was it exactly? Was there still time to stop it? Did I really want to stop it?
Anne moves, rolling away from me. She doesn’t get two inches before I pull her back into my arms. In her sleep she sighs happily and snuggles into me. With her happy sigh she cuts through all the bullshit swirling in my mind. Whatever this is I can’t stop it any more than I could stop a freight train. I also most definitely do not want to stop it.
Chapter Eight
The next week flies by in a whirl of hungry sex and so much paperwork it feels like I’m back at work. I order bookcases then spend the afternoon trying to put them together. After an hour all I have to show for my troubles are bruises over every inch of my legs.
Grant wanders in after my twentieth curse word and promptly takes the screw driver and Allen wrench away from me. Less than twenty minutes later, with very limited help from me, I have bookshelves. His reward leaves us both sweat soaked, needing a shower, and back to bed.
Meeting with the nutritionist isn’t fun. She has my self-confidence at an all-time low when Grant walks in. With a few words dripping in ice, the woman was shown the door. Then I’m carried to bed where Grant reminds of how much he loves my body exactly as it is.
During the second week we’ve fallen into a loose schedule. In the morning, if I’m very lucky, I’m woken with delicious sex that has me out again for hours. Some mornings I manage to catch him in the shower, usually it’s after he’s worked out when he’s all hot and sweaty and lord the sex is so fucking hot then. On other mornings I’m very unlucky and make do with a long hot bath all alone.
After breakfast I wander into my own office, enjoying the sweet perfume of peonies in pretty planters. I surf the internet, digging into new options for my life 2.0, stealing Robin’s phrase. Once the tension headache begins I give up, turn on some music, and start yoga. There is a workout room in the condo I had wandered into once. Grant made it clear he didn’t want me working out alone and preferred me not to work out all. When I teased him about not having to be nice about my body he took me up against the wall making it very clear he was anything but nice about how he felt about my body. I stick to yoga, by the time I’m done with yoga it’s usually time for lunch.
I go into the kitchen for lunch and usually chat with Alice. After lunch I usually read in the living room or find my way to the television room. It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes Grant joins me for dinner. Then we find our way to the bedroom or, if I’m sore, the television room where we watch television with me naked in Grant’s arms.
