“Well, we have weeks’ worth of catching up to do. I think I can manage that.”
“We have years’ worth of catching up to do. I can’t begin to tell you the number of things I’ve imagined doing to you over the years.”
“Really?” We make it to my car and I look at him over the roof.
He bites his bottom lip and nods. “So many fantasies.” I unlock the car and we get inside. “You have been the star of every wet dream I’ve ever had.”
I touch a hand to my chest as my cheeks and body heats. “I’m honoured.”
He grins. “And I’m hard.”
I glance to his lap and gasp at the bulge I see there. “Looks like the rumours were all true, big boy. I should get you home.”
He laughs then gives me an address when I start up the car. When I look at him with a frown, he says, “I moved out. It was time. I love my mum, but I needed some space.”
“OK. Well, let’s check out this new place.” I flash him a smile, feeling funny that he did something this huge without me knowing.
Reaching across the console, he takes my hand. “She hasn’t been there,” he says, and I know he’s talking about Beth.
“Why?” I glance at him then back to the road. “I mean, I’m glad, but you were dating.”
“Well, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but she’s a bit of a snob. Wouldn’t travel past Strathfield. But I also didn’t offer. It was my place. I didn’t want to share it.”
I flash him a smile. “But you’ll share it with me?”
“I’d share anything with you.”
David’s flat is in Lemongrove, and I park my car in his designated spot before we make our way up the stairs to his third-floor apartment. It’s tiny. A small living area with a three-seater sofa and a TV unit, a kitchen that has a little window into the living area with two stools sitting beneath the ledge, and a short hall that leads to the only bedroom and bathroom.
“It’s nothing spectacular, but it’s cheap,” he says, dropping his keys and wallet on the bench before he inspects the medication they gave him at the hospital.
“I really like it, David. It suits you perfectly—what you see is what you get.” I open his old-style latch fridge and take out some water, pouring him a glass.
When he takes his meds, he thanks me for the water and falls onto the couch with a sigh. “If you want anything to eat or drink, feel free to help yourself. I think I’m gonna be a shitty host tonight. I’m dizzy as fuck.”
I find a tray of ice in his freezer and bag it up with a tea towel for his nose. “It’s your concussion. You just need to rest,” I say, holding the icepack up for him.
“I was supposed to live out my wild fantasies with you,” he says, looking pale as he relaxes with the ice against his face. “I think I need a bucket of this. Everywhere hurts.”
“The painkillers should kick in soon,” I say, sitting next to him and tucking my leg underneath myself, running my fingers through his hair. “And we’ve got the rest of our lives, David. We don’t have to rush.”
He grins a dopey, almost drunk-looking grin. “The rest of our lives,” he repeats. “I fucking love that.”
“And I love you.”
“Come here,” he says, putting his icepack on the couch next to him. I lean in, his hand snaking around to the back of my neck.
“I’m scared of hurting your face,” I whisper against his mouth.
“It’ll be worth it,” he tells me, closing the distance between us and kissing me. His kiss is gentle at first but becomes more insistent, as I relax into him and allow his tongue to explore my mouth. He winces when we press a little too firmly, but mostly it’s one of the most soul-warming kisses I’ve ever experienced.
Staying on his couch, we spend hours, kissing and touching like we should have been when we were teenagers. So many times, I’ve dreamed of being with David like this, and now finally, I have him. He wants me. All along, he wanted me.
Every emotion-fuelled desire my body has been harbouring surges through me, setting my skin abuzz as every part of me longs for his touch.
His hands roam over my body, touching me in places I’d only imagined him touching before. It feels so right to have his hands on me, and I wonder how I ever lived before this moment. He’s everything to me.
“Come to the bedroom,” he whispers in my ear.
“Are you sure?” I ask. “Your head.”
“I’m OK” he whispers, his lips brushing along my jawline as his hand slides over the curve of my buttocks. “I want you. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
My breathing grows thick and heavy as I meet his desire-filled eyes, and the air between us grows very serious. “I want this too. I want you.”
He grins, pulling me up with him, pressing his need against me. “Then get. to the. bedroom.”
Excitement skitters through me as I bite my lip and head towards the bedroom door, letting out a yelp when he slaps my behind. I shoot him a cheeky grin over my shoulder and move a little faster, suddenly feeling like hunted prey. I love it.
David’s room is small like the rest of his house with a queen-sized bed dominating the space.
“Take off your clothes.”
I’m definitely the prey. His voice is husky as he speaks, and his boldness sends a bolt of lust straight between my legs.
I’ve never been commanded to take my clothes off before. I have to admit it’s hot. He watches me with darkening eyes, as I reach behind my back and undo the zipper of my dress, letting it fall off my shoulders, exposing my breasts.
I can hear his breathing change as he watches me shimmy out of it, taking my panties off with it to stand before him, naked, exposed and loving his eyes on my body.
“You’re exquisite, Trina,” he breathes as he holds out his hands, beckoning for me to come closer.
I move to him, and he takes hold of my hips, his eyes slowly travelling over every inch of my body.
“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted his,” he whispers, running his fingertips lightly over my skin, causing goose bumps to prickle over my flesh. My breathing deepens as he leans in and presses a gentle kiss to the space between my breasts. It makes my body quiver. His hands travel down my sides and then back up my thighs. Then he presses his forehead against my chest and lets out a ragged breath.
I slide my fingers into his thick hair. “Are you all right?” I whisper, worried that maybe this has become too much for him in his current state.
He shakes his head and wraps his arms tightly around my waist, hugging me to him. “It’s just…” He stops all of a sudden.
“Just what?” I ask.
“I haven’t done this before.” He pulls back, his eyes set with worry as he looks up at me. I shake my head, not understanding.
“I thought—”
“I’ve never made love before. I don’t want to mess this up by being too rough, or too quick, or slow, or…” He presses his lips together then I run my fingers through his hair and press my lips to his.
“Just be with me how you want to. Use your body to show me how you feel,” I whisper. “I like it all. Rough. Fast. Slow. Fuck me. Make love to me. Do it however you want. Just do it.”
A noise rumbles in his throat before he pulls me against him, kissing me passionately while he runs his hands up and down my naked back.
“Lie down,” he instructs. “I want to look at you. I want to touch you.”
I recline on the bed in front of him, and he reaches up to smooth his hands over my skin, starting from my collarbone and running his fingers down, in between my breasts and over my stomach. It takes a gloriously long time and makes me feel completely wanted and worshipped by him. He makes me feel perfect.
He brushes his fingers through the trimmed hair on my mound then guides my legs open, so I’m baring myself to him.
“I’ve had so many dreams about this. Please tell me I’m awake, and this is really happening,” he murmurs, his eyes travelling over my flesh.
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p; “It’s really happening,” I whisper, my breathing hot and heavy as I watch him trace his fingers along my thighs toward my core. He slips a finger in between my folds, and I gasp when he pushes it into me.
“Oh, Trina,” he whispers. “That feels like everything heaven is supposed to be.” He adds another finger and moves them in and out of me, sliding them over my clit and back inside me again. Small whimpers keep escaping my lips as feelings of ecstasy flood through my already alert nerve endings.
My orgasm builds quickly, but I want more. I want…“I want you inside me, David,” I gasp out, trying to hold out, but only managing a few seconds before I explode around his hand, bucking my hips as I instinctively close my legs, squeezing myself around him and riding his hand with the waves of my orgasm.
“You’re so beautiful when you come,” he whispers, his hand moving slowly within me as he brings me back down, peering into my face lovingly. “You’re always beautiful, but right now, well, that was something else.” He smiles and presses his lips to mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him tight against me, kissing him harder and momentarily forgetting about his injuries. He winces slightly.
“I’m sorry,” I gasp, pulling back.
“Don’t be. You’re worth it.” He smiles, kissing me once again.
I sit up and reach to unbutton his pants. “I want you inside me, David.” I press my hand to his shoulder, urging him to lie down as I sit over him and open his jeans.
Complying, he grins that gorgeous grin of his and lifts his hips to assist me in taking his pants off. I raise my eyebrows as I realise it’s just pants.
“You don’t wear underwear?” I ask him, my mouth quirking up at the side as I take in the size of his manhood. I’ve felt it before, but I’ve never seen it in the flesh.
He shakes his head slowly from side to side, watching me with a half grin.
Being careful to make sure I don’t hurt his face any more than it already is, I lift his shirt. He raises his arms above his head to aid me and I drop it on the floor as my eyes and my fingers wander over his naked body.
I’ve seen his chest plenty of times. It’s lean and fairly well toned with only a light smattering of brown hair over it. He has broad shoulders and long sinewy limbs. But this is the first time I’m seeing him like this, as mine. And his manhood—my eyes keep drifting back to it—let’s just say it’s sizeable.
Looking at it, I bite my lip nervously then I look up at his eyes. They’re dancing with amusement.
“It’s fine,” he assures me. “You’ll stretch.”
“I hope so,” I say, eyeing him off as he applies a condom.
“Come,” he says guiding me to straddle him. “You control it.”
I poise myself above him and take him in my hand, sliding his tip back and forward between my folds to gauge the fit a little. I settle him at my entrance and press down, gasping as I feel myself expand around him, a slight pain and a warmth reminds me of losing my virginity, but it’s so much better than that, and once I’m fully seated, I feel gloriously full.
I let out a shaky breath as I slowly move above him, feeling him press deep inside me. My core quivers at his touch, and I’m stretched to the brink. The sensation is amazing. And I let out small whimpers of pleasure as I ride him, grinding our hips together to accept him into my depths.
He places his hands on my hips and stills me. “Stop, st-st-stop,” he breathes out carefully and closes his eyes for a moment, frowning slightly.
“What’s wrong?” I pant out, worried I’m hurting him.
“Nothing, I just don’t want this to end yet.”
He winces as I clench around him, taunting him. “Oh my god, you’re gonna get it,” he threatens, grabbing my legs and flipping me back so he is on top of me, still connected.
I laugh. “That was a suave move,” I tell him.
He grins. “I was trying to impress you,” he murmurs, before he tilts his head down to run his tongue around my nipple, blowing lightly on it so it stands up from the cool air then flicks his tongue over it again, sending shivers rippling all over my body. I inhale sharply as he moves inside me again, looking down, his movement slow and sensual. I don’t want this to end either.
My eyes roll back in my head as he fills me so thoroughly. I’m experiencing that fine line between pleasure and pain as I protract around him and he steadies his rhythm. With each thrust, I let out my breath, moaning and whimpering, unable to keep quiet if I tried.
We move as one, my hips rising to meet his thrust. We kiss, and touch, staring into each other’s eyes, then closing them when the emotion becomes too much.
When he comes, I watch the pure bliss and love that radiates from his eyes and his expression. I feel his pulsating inside me and shudder in response, clenching myself around him once more, shocking us both when it causes me to orgasm for the second time tonight.
“Holy fuck, David,” I gasp when we collapse in a heap, breathing heavily and touching each other, not wanting the closeness to end. We waited so long to be together that now we’re connected, we don’t ever want to be apart.
Eventually though, we do. As he withdraws from inside me, I feel as though I have this gaping hole between my legs. I squeeze my internal muscles to try to make it feel normal again, but it just feels big and swollen.
I look up at him in concern. “It’s not going to stay stretched is it?” I ask.
He laughs and kisses me on the forehead. “No, not at all.”
He sits back on the bed and holds his arms out to me. I slide in beside him and curl up against him as he squeezes his arms around me and says, “I love you more than anything in this world. I don’t ever want to be apart from you again.”
I sigh. “Me either. I felt like a piece of me had gone missing without you in my life. It was like you died, and I couldn’t stand it. I tried being angry at you, but that only really made me reckless and horribly sad.”
“Reckless, hey? Did you go around stealing cars in my absence?” he jokes, even though he knows exactly how reckless I am.
“No, I tried to offer my heart to the wrong person.” I feel him stiffen a little as he reaches up and smooths his hand over my hair.
“Did he hurt you at all?” he asks flatly, a slight chill to his words.
“Only my pride. I was mostly upset about not being able to talk to you.” I sit up and look him in the eye, so he can see my face as I say this. “I love you, David. You are more a part of me than I am.”
“I’m the same,” he whispers emotionally, as he pulls me to him and kisses me again.
When I feel a dampness on my cheeks, I sick back and wipe my eyes, noticing David doing the same.
“Are those your tears or mine?” I ask.
“Both. I’m a fucking mess of emotion right now,” he says with a slight laugh. I reach up and smooth my fingers gently over his cheeks.
“Aren’t we a pair?” I exclaim. “Getting all emotional after making love.” I smile at him weakly, my lip trembling as fear grips my heart. “You know, I’m scared this is actually my dream. I'm petrified I’m about to wake up at home, and you still won’t be talking to me.” Please let this be real.
“It’s no dream, baby girl,” he whispers, holding my face so he’s looking straight into my eyes.
“That’s exactly what you’d say if it was,” I whisper.
He laughs, pressing his lips to my forehead before looking me in the eye again. “How about we try to get some sleep? That way, you’ll wake up in my arms and know that this”—he uses his hands to emphasise our connection—“is real.”
I nod. “OK.” I get up and go over to his alarm clock. “How often do I have to wake you up?”
“You don’t have to. It's been hours, and I’m fine. Check my pupils.”
I look between his eyes and they seem normal, but I’m no doctor.
“I’m fine.” He laughs. “Come to bed, Trina. Sleep with me.”
I pad back to his bed and climb in, resting my hea
d on his chest as we hold each other tightly. “I’m sorry your nose is broken,” I say as I snuggle into him.
“It’s not, it’s fractured,” he replies. “I’m sorry your cheek is bruised.”
“You know something? I actually forgot about that.”
He chuckles as he runs his fingertips up and down my side, planting a kiss on my forehead. “Get some sleep, Trina. I promise I’ll still love you in the morning and every morning after that.”
Thirty-One
One month later…
“I’ve got something for you,” David says, opening a drawer in the kitchen, pulling out a small box.
“It’s Christmas in a couple of weeks,” I say. Although, I suck my breath in a little, excited by this impromptu gift.
It’s Friday morning and I’m still in my pyjamas, sitting on one of the dining stools for breakfast before work. There’s no space for a dining table, so this ledge is where we eat all of our meals. David leans through the kitchen window, presenting me with a thin navy blue rectangular box, tied with a white ribbon.
“I bought this when you were recovering in hospital. I’ve been holding onto it since then, waiting for the right moment to give it to you.”
“What is it?” I take it and hold it in my hand for a moment, trying to guess by the weight.
“Open it and find out.” He laughs.
Pulling at the ribbon, I let it fall either side of my hand. David is watching me eagerly as I slide off the lid and place it on the bench in front of me. White tissue paper is covering the gift, and when I move it aside there sits a silver necklace with a spinning disc attached to it. On one side are the letters ‘L V Y U’ and on the other, ‘I O E O’.
I look at David curiously, not understanding what the letters are. “Spin it,” he says, his eyes twinkling, the corner of his mouth turning up with enjoyment as he watches me.
I do as I’m told and hold the necklace up so I can see the disc more closely. As it spins, the letters come together and spell ‘I LOVE YOU'.
My chest swells, and tears prick my eyes as I’m touched by the thoughtfulness of his gift. I look from the necklace to David, who is biting his lip, waiting for my response.
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