This is much more than fucking. I can actually feel the overwhelming sensation growing in my chest. We’re making love.
Her legs begin to tremble and her muscles tense. I know she’s about to come apart. Her pussy spasms around me as she grinds down on me, shuddering and moaning my name. I push up with one more deep thrust and let go, exploding warm jets into her.
We rock together in each other’s arms in the pulsing water, reveling in the after-effects. I whisper, “I love you, Heaven. Always.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Heaven
The term Sunday Funday has a whole new meaning. As D claimed, we’ve had very little need for clothing.
After the bubble bath, he carries me into his enormous shower. It has more shower heads protruding in all directions and at all heights than people have body parts. Some are pulsing some are pouring down like rainwater. It’s like standing in the middle of a tropical rainforest if rainforests were made from black marble.
D pours shower gel onto a cloth and washes my body from head to toe in slow, caressing circles. Then he does the same with my hair, working the shampoo through it with his fingers. The entire time he keeps whispering loving endearments to me. And even though he’s brought me to innumerable mind-blowing orgasms in the last few hours, this is the most seductive thing I’ve ever experienced. Once again, I’m dripping with desire for him.
He takes one pulsing shower head with a long hose from the wall. I tip my head back. He showers water over my hair and body and then between my legs. Oh God. The pulsing sensation is yummy. I let out a whimper as the warmth sweeps through me and the tension builds in my stomach.
D drops the shower hose and spins me around. He plants my hands against the damp marble and peppers kisses down my body. Dropping to his knees behind me, he spreads my legs apart.
“D,” I moan. He’s right. I’ve become an incessant whimpering, moaning, needy hussy. I didn’t even know it was possible to climax so many times in one day and it isn’t even noon yet!
“I can’t get enough of this delicious pussy and its sweet juices,” D murmurs and presses his face between my ass cheeks. Oh. My. God. His tongue circles my clit, and when he begins sucking, hello shooting stars. I circle my hips back against his mouth, riding his glorious tongue and the waves of the building climax. When I crash over the edge, I do exactly what D requested last night. I sing out, chanting his name like a Benedictine monk singing a Gregorian hymn. My legs begin to melt under me. D presses his hand to the small of my back to hold me up and finishes eating me out from behind. With as many times as D refused to have sex with me in the past, who knew he would turn out to be a giver with a capital G?
Nevertheless, it’s my turn to give back. The remainder of our shower is spent with my returning the favors: washing his magnificent sculpted body and long sexy hair and then dropping to my knees to suck off his deliciously, suckable cock.
After the shower I call Brett, my Anatomy lab partner, and offer him everything short of an organ, to go over and feed Hal and Sheldon for me. Wolfe, the turtle, is fine for the day without me. Sheldon has a doggie door to an enclosed area in the backyard and Hal has a litter box. But if they don’t eat all day, they may eat each other. Brett still has a key to my house from the last time he took care of the menagerie for me when I was away at Dak’s wedding. While he’s reluctantly agreeing, I hear some very expressive female moaning sounds in the background. I think I interrupted Brett in the middle of his Sunday Funday. But he only lives a few blocks away from me in an apartment house filled with male graduate students. It would take me half the day to drive from D’s to my house. I’m going to owe Brett big time. I’ll have to agree to be the one to dissect the cadaver in lab for the rest of the semester. He can be the note taker. It’s the least I can do.
With my fur babies’ care accounted for, D and I spend the rest of the day in robes. D orders out for lunch and dinner. And I’m not one bit ashamed to admit we eat both meals in bed while watching several more Merlin episodes. I don’t sigh anymore when Bradley aka Arthur comes on the screen because in between eating our food I have my very own knight in shining armor using his magic sword to take me in positions I didn’t even know existed and bringing me to orgasm after orgasm. Can a person die from too many climaxes in a day? If so, I’m willing to take the risk because oh what a wonderful way to go.
***
“I’m not inviting you in. Don’t even bother to turn the car off.” I gulp down some much-needed air when we finally unlock our lips. I would rather kiss D than breathe, but we both have serious obligations to fulfill in the morning. Therefore, breathing is going to have to be a priority for now. I’m going to get out of this car and go into my house alone.
“Aww, just two minutes. I’m not ready to let you go,” D whines in protest.
“D, it’s already ten o’clock. We both know two minutes isn’t a possibility. If you come in, I’m going to keep kissing you, and then you’re going to keep kissing me, and then one thing will lead to another, and we won’t get two minutes’ sleep.”
“Sounds amazing,” he mumbles against my neck in between nibbling at my skin.
“Mmm, D. You have to stop. I need to put on my big-girl-responsible-pants and say goodnight. And I can’t do it if you’re kissing me, or touching me, or…” I glance down and how is it possible for him to be erect? It can’t be humanly possible to have that many orgasms in one day and be up and at ’em already. I’m convinced he is definitely part superhero. But I, on the other hand, am not. And in order to attend classes tomorrow, I sorta have to be able to walk.
“I’d prefer it if you’d take off your big girl pants and let me taste you again.” He licks under my ear. I let out a sigh, recalling his super-human tongue’s capabilities.
“No.” I muster what little resistance I have left and push away from him. “I’m going inside now, and you’re going home.” He gives me the cutest pouty face, which on him looks sexy as hell.
“A whole week. How will I survive?” he gripes.
“It’s only six days, D. We’ll be so busy we won’t even notice. And BTW, you better survive. I’ve given him a year’s worth of attention today.” I glance back down at his crotch area. He needs to write out his diet and exercise plan and sell it worldwide. Every man—and some women—on the planet, would thank him.
“No worries, babe. He’s not interested in any pussy but this one.” He slides his hand between my thighs and even through my pants, the pussy he’s referring to clenches.
“Good night, D.” I push his hand away before I grab it and drag him all the way to my bedroom.
“I’ll be back early on Saturday to get you.”
“To get me?”
“Did you think I forgot it was your birthday?” Oops. Maybe he didn’t, but I did.
“I’ll pick you up at seven. I’m taking you to dinner, so don’t make any plans. And I’m choosing the restaurant this time.” He shakes his head. “No loud, overcrowded, greasy spoon.”
“Oh, darn. I was looking forward to beating you at Super Shot.” I open the car door.
“Forget it, sweetheart. Never gonna happen. Wouldn’t even let you win on your birthday.” He gives me his tilted sexy grin. I’m thinking about closing the car door and climbing onto his lap. But I don’t because at least one person in this car has to be a responsible, boring adult.
I hop from the truck and walk to my door. I unlock it but before I can get inside, D calls out, “Pip.” I turn to look at him. A big smile crosses my face. Although we’ve spent twenty-four intimate hours together, when I look at his beautiful face and panty-melting eyes, I can’t believe he’s finally mine.
“Yes?” Raising and dropping my shoulders, I let out a contented sigh.
“Wear something nice. I’m going to wine and dine you before we fuck this time.” He throws his truck into gear. I watch from the doorway as he drives away.
Closing the door behind me, I’m greeted by my not-so-happy furry friends.
“Sorry, guys, but it couldn’t be helped. I’ve been super busy falling in love with the most wonderful guy in the world.”
***
As I climb into bed sated with warm, fuzzy feelings and already counting the hours until next Saturday, my phone chirps with an incoming text.
Wolfe: I miss you already.
Me: I miss you too.
Wolfe: This was the best day of my life. Thank you for spending it with me.
Geez. Even from long distance, this boy has the ability to make me tingle. Before I have a chance to answer, my phone rings and D’s face lights up my screen.
I swipe to answer. “Hey. Are you home?”
“Yeah. I’m in bed. But I’m lonely, and the bed is really cold. How am I going to sleep without you?” D’s gravelly bed voice has me regretting sending him home.
“You’ve been sleeping without me for twenty-six years,” I answer through a smile because I’m totally loving that he’s missing me too much to sleep. “And anyway, you wouldn’t be sleeping if I was there.”
“You got that right. I’d be licking you, everywhere,” he hums in a soft voice. A warm flush spreads over my body. I rub my legs together to sooth the empty ache for him.
“Mmm. This was the best day of my life too. Thank you for spending it with me.” I snuggle under my covers.
“It’s a good thing you liked it because we’re going to be spending lots more days together and I wouldn’t want you to be unhappy.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “Where are you?”
“I’m in bed. And it’s lonely here too,” I lament in a soft voice.
“Oh man. You’re killin’ me, Pip. I shouldn’t have let you go,” he groans. “I’m hard just hearing your voice and thinking about you in bed.”
“Mmmm. Me too,” I close my eyes and moan my response. But then it occurs to me what I said. “I mean, I’m not hard. I’m…”
“Wet,” D corrects me, his voice almost a growl.
“Yes,” I whisper. My cheeks warm at my confession.
“Are you thinking about me there with you? Touching you?” His sultry words continue to flame my need.
“Mm-huh.” I roll onto my side and close my eyes.
“I’d love to be tasting your pussy right now, running my tongue over your clit, sucking on you.”
“Mmm, D.”
“Are you touching yourself, baby?”
“Yes,” I purr.
“If I were there I’d slide a finger inside you, then two and work you while I circled your clit with my tongue. Can you feel it?”
“Mmm. Yes. Oh God. Yes.”
“I love hearing you moan for me. I’m so fucking hard right now thinking about you touching yourself. I want to bury my cock deep inside you.”
“D. Oh God. I’m…I’m…” I come apart using D’s seductive words and my own fingers. While I’m still trembling and trying to regain some semblance of lucidity, I hear D groan and growl a raspy “fuuuck.”
The phone line goes silent. I can’t believe we both climaxed. I thought phone sex was a myth. I didn’t believe it was possible to climax just from talking to someone over the phone. Holy Mary Mother of God! Even from twenty miles away, this guy gives mind-blowing sex. Who knew robocoitus could be so…stimulating?
“Are you there, Pip?” D asks in a post-sex graveled voice.
“I’m here,” I force my brain to engage and say actual words.
“You okay?”
“I’m wonderful,” I coo and tug a pillow into my arms, pretending it’s D I’m wrapping my arms around.
“I’ll be thinking about you while I’m away. And I’ll call you every night to talk you to sleep. Okay?”
“Yes. Please.”
“And when I do, I want you to pretend it’s me touching you.” For Pete’s sake. He’s getting me all hot and bothered again.
“I will. And D?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Good luck on starting in the net next week.”
“Will you be watching?
“Of course.”
“Then that’s all the luck I need. Good night, Heaven.”
“Good night, D.”
I disconnect the call and place my phone on the night table. Tugging the pillow tighter into my arms I fall asleep thinking how perfect everything is. I’ve never been happier in my life. But you know what they say about things being too good to be true. Whoever they are, they’re right.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Heaven
“Wolfe seems off. What’s going on?” Nikki gripes.
The Winds are playing the Sharks, or should I say sort of playing the Sharks. The score is 4-1. D can’t seem to do anything right. I’d say it’s because he’s just getting back into things after his injury, but he started Tuesday night, and he was on fire. Nothing got past him. Two days later, he looks like he’s never played in the goalie position before. Every time he reads the situation he makes the wrong decision. One goal was scored through the five-hole. D never makes that mistake. Never. A moment ago, a Sharks forward took the puck down the ice through a sheet of Winds’ players. He flew right up to the front door challenging D. Once again D made the wrong decision when cutting the angle. The score is now 5-1.
“I don’t understand.” I’m seated on the floor on a pillow next to the coffee table. Nikki is writhing in agony on the sofa, holding a throw pillow over her eyes to avoid watching the latest failed challenge on Wolfe’s part.
I refill our wine glasses because I’m closer to the bottle and our half-eaten pizza.
No Friday classes and next week off in between internships, means mid-week wine drinking is on the okay-to-do-list. I was starving when I got home from class. Nik texted and offered to bring pizza if I supplied the wine while we watched the game together. But watching the way the game is falling apart, I can’t take another bite. However, I can take more wine. Lots more wine.
“What’s happening?” Nikki wails as she peeks out from behind the pillow when she hears the horn designating yet another scored goal.
“I don’t know. Something’s up. Maybe his leg is bothering him.”
“What did he say when you talked to him? Did he say it was?” Nik is aware my relationship with D has taken the fast track to paradise since the last time I spoke to her. She knows he’s been texting me non-stop since he’s been away. I haven’t disclosed the contents of the X-rated texts. But if I know Nik, she would be more than interested in the contents and using it to give Dalt some pointers on sexting. Although, from the things she’s told me, she and Dalt have a very non-boring sex life and he doesn’t need any tips.
“I didn’t talk to him today.”
“Well, what did he say last night?”
I knew something was off when he didn’t call me last night. He hasn’t missed a night since he’s been away, phone sexing me to sleep. I tried calling him, but he didn’t pick up. Then I sent him a good night text but didn’t get an answer. I convinced myself I was being silly reading something into it. He was probably hanging out with his teammates. Perhaps he fell asleep early. It was a long week on the road playing and traveling. But now I know I was right to be concerned. Something is definitely wrong.
When Coach Connelly replaces D in the net, the camera follows him to the bench and catches him throwing his gloves and mask on the floor at his feet in frustration. As the camera pans in on Wolfe’s face, one analyst makes some snide comment like, “Looks like the wolf didn’t come out tonight.”
“I’ll say,” the other commentator adds with a chuckle. “Seems their superstar is way off his game tonight.”
“Oh, fuck you!” Nikki yells and throws the pillow at the screen. But then, when the camera pulls back, I see it. I see D turn and say something to her. No. It can’t be. I must have imagined it.
“What the hell? Did you just see what I saw?” Nik sits up and leans toward the television.
“I don’t know. What did you see?” Please, God. Don’t let her say what I think
she’s about to say.
“Wasn’t that the skanky blonde waitress from Trace’s reception sitting behind the Winds’ bench? You know, the one Wolfe hooked up with.”
“I…no. What would Alison be doing in San Jose? You must be seeing things.” I choke out a chuckle because I thought I saw her too.
“Rewind it. I know it was her. Maybe that’s why Wolfe’s head isn’t in the game. The douchebag is hooking up with that slut while he’s away.”
I pick up the remote and clutch it in my hand. I can’t bring myself to press the rewind button. “That’s ridiculous, Nik. He hasn’t seen her in months and we…”
“Give me the remote.” Nikki grabs it away from me. My insides are tumbling and spinning like an Olympic gymnast is doing a floor routine in my stomach.
Nik hits rewind. When she gets to the point where D turns and says something through the Plexiglas to the bouncy, gorgeous blonde behind him, the gymnast inside me decides to toss the pizza I ate, up and out. I make a beeline for the bathroom in time to hurl my dinner into the toilet.
“I’m so sorry, babe,” Nik says from the doorway. She comes in and flushes the toilet. Sitting next to me on the cold tile floor, she brushes my hair back. “He’s an asshole. He doesn’t deserve you.”
“It can’t be. Nik.” Using the back of my hand, I swipe under my runny nose. “He said he loved me. He said always. He’s told me every night since he’s been away. He couldn’t have been lying.”
Nikki gets up and takes a washcloth from the shelf. She runs it under the water, wrings it out, and returns to her place on the floor next to me.
“Oh, sweetie,” she says, wiping the cloth over my face and stinging eyes. The damp coolness is a relief. “Sometimes these hockey fuckers are…fuckers.”
“No. It’s a mistake. We’re jumping to conclusions. D would never hurt me like this.” Of course he would. He’s done it before. Just because he had his dick inside me—innumerable times—doesn’t mean he isn’t the same old Wolfe with the same old MO.
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