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Chapter 5: Aurora
Mybodyshakeswith the aftershocks of my orgasm. Ford takes my leg off his shoulder and moves us so we're on our sides, with Ford behind me, holding me tight.
It’s pure bliss.
My body aches but it’s a good ache, reminding me of what we just did. That I just had sex for the first time to a man I’m slowly starting to fall for. I heard Ford say I’m his, and I feel like he meant it. At least I hope he did, because I want to stay.
I turn around in his arms and come face to face with his broad chest. I look up and see him looking at me, too. His dark eyes full of calm and something else I can’t identify.
“How do you feel?” he asks, and I smile. He’s so sweet.
“Fine. There’s a little ache but I don’t mind it.” Concern flashes through his eyes and it’s nice to know that he cares.
“Really, Ford It’s not that bad. I loved it.”
“You enjoyed your first time?”
“Yes. It was the best.” I cuddle deeper into his chest and nuzzle my face in the soft hair sprinkling his pecs.
We lay for a while with just the sound of our breathing in the room. I can’t believe I get to have a week of this. And maybe more? I don’t want to get my hopes up. It might’ve been an ‘in the moment’ thing. But my mind goes into ‘forever land.’
The forever land I imagine is a place where I stay here forever. We get married and have kids—a lot of kids. We play in the backyard with the kids and a golden retriever. Then, after the kids go to bed, Ford and I would make more babies. I smile against his chest as I start to get sleepy.
I wake up the next morning on my back with Ford between my thighs. He licks and sucks on my clit as I moan and move my hips in rhythm with his mouth.
I could get used to waking up like this.
"Ford!" I gasp when his mouth moves from my pussy to my asshole.
For a split second I want to tell him to stop. But then it registers how good it feels. I grasp at Ford’s hair and hold on, letting him do what he’s going to do. We haven't known each other for long, but it feels like he knows my body like the back of his hand. The way he rubs my clit with his finger and gently kisses my thigh—he knows what turns me on the most.
With his other hand, he rubs my puckered hole with his finger.
"Fuck, I can't wait to fuck you in your little hole, princess."
Oh, boy.
"Would you like that, baby? My big cock in your pretty hole?" I nod, not trusting myself to speak. I probably wouldn’t be audible, anyway.
Ford flips me over to my stomach and stuffs a pillow underneath my hips.
"You want my cock, baby, or are you too sore?" he asks.
"Don't you fucking stop now, please," I beg.
"Such a filthy mouth," he says, then rubs his cock against my pussy.
He pushed in slowly, trying not to hurt me. It doesn't really hurt, though. It aches a bit, but I'm more turned on than in pain. I certainly don't want him to stop.
It's a slow fuck this time. More like making love. Even though I'm on my stomach and my ass is in the air. It isn’t a position that makes one think "making love", but the way he rubs his hands across my back and kisses my shoulder while slowly thrusting in and out of pussy, makes it seem like it.
We even both come slowly. Our orgasms were like small waves crashing on the sand. For the first time in my life, I felt a calm wash over me.
I've been pretty tense for years. After my parents died when I was eighteen, I tried to start over. To find a life to live. Instead, I dove into working so I had something to eat—it wasn't exactly living. It was surviving. I thought the auction would give me a chance to breathe, and it did. In fact, it gave me more.
It gave me Ford.
The man who’s now carrying me to the shower to clean up. Then he carries me to the kitchen, and makes breakfast—he makes pancakes and scrambled eggs. I watch him work wearing a pair of jeans, no socks, and no shirt. His muscles flex with every beat of the whisk, and every time he reaches for a plate, or something on a shelf.
