“You can sit right here,” I pat the corner of the bed with my hand, and start to get naked while licking my lips at the perfect male specimen sitting on my bed. I’ve always wanted to masturbate in front of a guy before, but I’ve never had the courage to take charge of the situation. With Liam, it’s just different. I know that I’m going to be able to explore so many sexual wants with him.
Taking my pants off, I lay on the bed only a few inches away from where he sits, watching every move I make. I lick my lips and start by playing with my tits. Squeezing them, pushing them together and pinching my nipples to get them nice and erect. Hands down, my favorite part of foreplay is the euphoria I get from my nipples being played with. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see him begin to stroke his impressive cock while not taking his eyes off of me.
“You ready?” I ask him.
“Of course, I am.” He licks his bottom lip and squeezes his balls with one hand, while stroking his cock with the other. The image of him playing with his dick is enough to send me over the edge right here. But what fun would that be?
I turn the wand on and the buzz of the vibration fills the room. His heavy-lidded eyes watch every move that I make as I part my legs, spreading my pussy wide open for him to see. Slowly, I use two fingers to rub my pussy and roll my clit between my fingers getting wet and ready to give him a show.
“Fuck, Luna,” he growls from his station, as he takes his hands off of his cock and rests them on his legs. It’s too much for him to watch, and all I can do is bite my bottom lip trying to hide my huge smile.
I slowly take the wand and lower it to my womanhood, the first contact makes me jump at the strong sensation. Slowly my body gets used to the intense vibration, and it only takes me roughly thirty seconds until my first orgasm starts to overcome my entire body. My leg straightens out as my other hand pinches my nipples. I scream out with pleasure, as I hear him grunt from the end of the bed. I slowly open my eyes and pull the toy away from my center.
“Like what you saw?” I say, taunting him. He’s started stroking his cock again, and I can tell it’s taking everything in him to hold back his own release.
“You have no fuckin’ idea, Luna. I want you so bad.”
“How would you like to finish?” I ask him, giving Liam an option to pick anything he would like from me. That’s the least I can do after teasing him to this point.
“Lemme fuck you, please, baby,” he begs. Leaning back against the bed, I spread my legs wide open for him showing my glistening wet pussy. Rubbing my fingers over for show again, he shifts on the bed and is between my legs instantly. Cock pressing against my waiting pussy.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask, as he plunges his cock deep in one thrust. I let out a loud moan of pleasure as he starts to pump into me. Waves of pleasure start again, as his dick hits my g-spot. I think? Whatever he is doing makes me want to come all over again. My eyes slowly close as I encourage him to fuck me good.
“Oh yeah, Liam. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” I yell, as he slows his pace just a slightly.
“Fuck! I’m gonna come,” he yells, as I grab his ass and hold him deep inside me.
“Luna, shit!” he says, as I feel the bursts of come deep inside me. With his final few thrusts, I tip over my edge, meeting him with my second orgasm of the night.
“Oh, shit!” I yell, as a chill runs through my body. We both collapse in a pile of sweat. His body covering mine, as he presses kisses all over my body from my shoulders to my forehead.
“Luna Rockwell, you my love are going to be the death of me.”
Chapter 9
Stop! CLOSING TIME!
“Congratulations Miss Rockwell, here are the keys to your new home,” my realtor says, handing me a keychain with a little house charm along with my set of keys. The owners sit across the table from me, an older couple who have owned this home for the past thirty years. They brought their babies home from the hospital there, watched them grow, shared loss, and gained grandchildren. A real home. The wife reminds me so much of my own mother, with her mannerisms and the way she talks about the home they’ve shared. It almost brought tears to my eyes, but I was luckily able to hold it back.
“I hope this home is able to make you as happy as it made our family.” I smile and shake both of their hands as I get up from the closing table. My realtor hands me a bottle of champagne with a bow on it, and says congratulations.
“Oh, I am sure this home will make me just as happy as your family has been for so many years. Thank you for allowing me to make it my own home,” I say, before turning for the door. Still holding back tears. My home. It is finally my very own home. This beautiful, old, 1818 historical home is mine. I open up my phone, and text Violet and Liam the same message.
It’s mine! I’m officially closed!!!!
I’m over the moon and the only thing I want to do now is run to the house and use my keys to open my new front door. A bit of sadness hits me, because I know this is a place my mother would love. Thinking about it, I think my mother helped guide me to this home for a reason, this is the house she would have picked had she ever had the opportunity to buy a home in Savannah. Shit! I gotta stop being so emotional already!
I smile thinking of her, as I pull out my phone and request an Uber to bring me to the hotel so I can get my new car out of the hotel parking garage and finally park it in my own driveway. God, it feels good to say that. A couple minutes go by and the car pulls up with a younger black lady as my driver. She is hands down the best Uber driver ever. She has all kinds of coupons, gum, Tide stain wipes, and tons of goodies hanging from the back of the front seats–all free for the taking. Five-star rating for sure! We exchange some greetings and the ride quickly ends at my hotel. I anxiously run to the valet stand and give them my ticket to pick my car up.
“Are you checking out?” the young man asks.
“Not yet. I just need my car for the day, but I will not be bringing it back.” He looks at me funny, but I don’t want to give him the full rundown of my plans.
“Thank you, Miss Rockwell. The car will be here shortly.” I do a little dance in front of the hotel waiting for my SUV to pull up. If anyone is looking at me, they probably think I am completely crazy. Walking around with a bottle of champagne hanging out of my purse, while I dance in the street? Yup! I’ve lost it!
My beautiful car pulls up and I’m excited to jump in it and drive it again, even though I’m going to sit in traffic for the bulk of my drive over to the house. I plug my new address into my GPS and adjust the driver’s seat back to accommodate my short ass legs. It takes me about ten minutes to get across the historical district to my new house. Completely forgetting that the few streets surrounding my house are all one-way streets, I finally find my way into the back alley that leads up to my driveway and park. The green painted gate is in front of me, and on the other side is the spacious patio, pool, and the stairs up to my home. My heart skips a beat when I say, “my home,” to myself. I grab the first box of shit from my back seat, sling a tote bag over my shoulder and head through the gate.
It’s naked, still in need of patio furniture for the ground floor, since I was only able to negotiate the second-floor patio furniture into my purchase of the house. I slowly walk past the pool, taking in every inch of the tile accents along the edges. Making my way up the stairs to the rear entrance of the house, I put the box down on the wooded deck and pull the keys out of the pocket of my shorts. I try three keys, before I finally find the right one to open the door, then think to myself, I’m going to have to have the whole house re-keyed. I’m going to end up losing a key or two along the way otherwise.
The door opens and the kitchen is in front of me. The blue Spanish style tile catches my attention again, one of the reasons I picked this house. The little personal touches like that, just make the home perfect. I kick the box in the house, and start to wander around. Running up the stairs to the third floor, I pick the room I plan to use as my master bedroom. I open the
curtains, left behind by the previous owners, and look out onto the busy street below. I’m only two homes away from Columbia Square and walking distance to the City Market.
A trolley drives by and I smile because I finally feel like Savannah is my home. My phone buzzes and I have a text from Liam on the screen.
Come open the front door.
I look down from my bedroom window, seeing him standing at the front door with his back to me. He can't see me looking down at him. I sprint towards the stairs, like a teenager seeing her boyfriend for the first time in a week, and unlock the front door. I come face-to-face with Liam, and a huge bouquet of flowers.
“Happy homecoming!” he laughs. “Is that a thing, or did I just make that up?” he says, and I laugh. I can’t hide the giant smile on my face, I throw my arms around him, flowers and all.
“Come in!” I lead him through the house to the kitchen, where he can actually put the flowers down. They are already in a beautiful vintage looking crystal vase. It reminds me of the vase my mother always used for the flowers dad would bring her. It was a hand me down from her grandmother, who brought it over during World War II while fleeing Poland. The stark resemblance really hits me hard, but I try and mask it the best I can.
“Wow, this is… beautiful.” He looks around and starts to wander out of the kitchen.
“Want to give me a tour?” Liam asks, and I’m almost embarrassed because I don’t know the way around my own home.
“Um… well how about we discover the house together, because I’ve only been here once and don't know my own way around?” I can’t help but laugh, and I snort. I fucking snorted, as I laughed. In front of Liam. Oh. My. God.
“Oh my god!” he laughs. “That was adorable. Do it again!” My face reddens, as I take his hand and make my way to the stairs.
“Come on and don’t give me no backtalk,” I laugh, as we make our way to the second floor of the house, exploring all the rooms together. One-by-one, I tell him what each room is going to be.
“This one is going to be my office slash library.” It’s the second biggest bedroom on the floor. I want to make it my sanctuary filled with my favorite paperbacks, with a little space for my iMac, and the adorable desk I bought a few days ago.
“Wanna check out the apartment down on the first floor?” I ask him. To access it, we have to go out the front door and down the stairs, the entryway is below the stairway. It’s a nice setup, I was thinking about possibly renting it out, but with Violet coming I may want to set it up as a space for her so I can con her into coming up and visiting more often. The space is nice, a single bedroom, full luxury size bathroom, an open kitchen and living room, and the backdoor leads out onto the back patio and to the pool. I can totally see putting up a couple tapestries, and Violet making this her sanctuary. I check my phone but it’s still going to be a good two hours until she is here, by my estimation of her travels. Plus, I totally want to get Liam out of here before she gets here. I don’t want to have to explain the situation while introducing them.
“So how did you get out of work for the day?” I ask him, hoping he’s going to have to go back to the office here shortly.
“I’m kind of the boss, so I really just do what I want,” he laughs, and I know I’m fucked.
“So, my sister is going to be here in a little while. Just a heads up,” I warn him. Hoping maybe he would want to flee while he still has time.
“Do you want me to go?” he asks, almost looking sad, but that definitely wasn’t my intention at all. Gosh, I really hope I didn’t come off that way.
“It’s totally up to you, I’m giving you and out.” I laugh it off and hope he doesn’t take it personally.
“Oh, I’m not going anywhere.” He wants to torture me, I am pretty sure. But if he is going to hang around for Violet, I am definitely making him help me empty out the rest of the boxes from my car.
“Hey, I got something for you to help me with.” We exit the downstairs apartment onto the patio, and in the direction of the driveway.
“Shit! This is sweet!” Looking at the pool, he gives me a cheesy thumbs up. I love that he can make me laugh. His sense of humor is something that I find so attractive in him. I open the back of my SUV and the look on his face is just shock.
“How the hell did you get all of this in here?” he looks at the stacks of boxes, clothes on hangers, a computer, and all kinds of bags. It was like a giant game of Tetris trying to get all of this shit into the car.
“It took talent, that’s for sure.”
It took a good hour to unload the car, which was surprising to Liam. He didn’t realize how far back the maze actually went. My living room now looks like a war zone, and my sister’s car is parked in the space next to mine in the back driveway. Liam and I played off our relationship, just giving her the details about our friendship from Edward. I don’t know if she exactly bought it, but one can hope.
“Luna, it’s beautiful. You know, this is like the homes mom always dreamed of.” I smile with appreciation that she recognized the significance of why I actually decided to buy this house. When I first started looking, I wanted to be closer to Forsyth Park, but I couldn’t find any colonial homes there, they were mostly Victorian homes.
“If you want to make the downstairs apartment into yours, you are more than welcome. We can get some furniture while you are here to furnish it,” I offer.
“Deal!” she yells, but follows it with a bit of bad news. “So, while I was driving here, Lucy called me.” Which means she knows Violet is in Savannah.
“She’ll be here for dinner.” My heart stops, and Liam must see the sheer horror on my face.
“Is that the older sister?” he inquires, and I just nod. Dread runs through my veins, thinking about having to deal with her tonight, on top of everything else. My anxiety kicks into high gear and all my damn pot is in my hotel room across town. Shit!
“They are like cats and dogs. Lucy thinks she’s gone off the reservation, since Luna up and left her job, life, and everything behind. She’s just one of those stuffy, stuck-up, southern belles, whose husband makes all her decisions for her.” Violet shrugs. “I’ve learned to live with her, but I think Luna is too headstrong to ignore the snob she’s become.” Well isn’t she just frank about the situation.
“I would say that sums it up perfectly,” I add to the conversation, in hopes that we can move on from that. “Where are these dinner reservations taking place?” I ask Violet, since her and Lucy took it upon themselves to make the plans. I can’t be mad at her though, I know this is all the doing of our lovely big sister.
“She wants to go to some Pink House?” Violet says, not really sure what she is talking about.
“The Olde Pink House,” Liam says with that goddamn adorable accent.
“You really need to keep this one around,” Violet says, followed with a, meow! I’m completely embarrassed by her words, though. My face flushes as the doorbell rings, echoing through the entire house. Damn that’s loud!
We all run to the front of the house, peering out the window to see who it is. A huge delivery truck is parked on the shoulder of the road, half on the sidewalk, with two men standing at the truck and another at the door.
“FURNITURE!” I yell, opening the door and signing for the delivery. I quickly tell the guys where I want everything, and they get to work while we stand around and chit-chat. An hour flies by in no time, and I’m done with my business here at the house for the day. And the best part is… I have furniture! Then sometime tomorrow, I’ll have my actual moving delivery from the stuff I didn’t leave behind in Florida for Violet in my condo. My clothes, personal belongings, kitchen shit, all the stuff I need to make my new house, my home, will be here ready to be on the walls and in my closets.
“We should head back to the hotel and get showered and stuff for dinner tonight,” I say to Violet, just as Liam starts to excuse himself for the evening.
“I’m going to head home and do the same. I have to
head over to Club One tonight for a fundraiser,” he adds.
“Fundraiser for what?” My curiosity gets the best of me like always.
“It’s for the youth center, they are raising money to help newly turned adults, who don’t have the support of their parents, get on their own two feet. Good cause, and because of Christopher and Edward, I have to show my face or be on their shit list,” he laughs.
I request an Uber while we lock the house up, and say goodbye to Liam. It’s not a favorite of mine at this point in time, I find myself missing him when he goes his own way for the evening. I don’t want to be that needy chick though, so I don’t say anything to anyone about it. Once he is down the street and around the corner, Violet starts in.
“Oh, my, WOW! Luna! Seriously?!” she says, nudging my arm. “Does he have any hot friends? I bet he does. Hot dudes hang out in packs. They’re just like ugly chicks at the club.” I laugh out loud because those ugly chicks in the club would be my group of friends when we would go out. It feels good to have a good laugh, and even better to have my baby sister here with me in Savannah. It just may make me feel a little more at home.
It’s been three hours–two sitting at the dinner table with Lucy and Violet, while sharing a million different foods in a buffet style setup. Lucy wasn’t as horrible as she normally is, but maybe being free from her husband and kids turns her back into a human being, instead of the monster they make her into.
“So, did Violet tell you she’s gonna move into the basement apartment of my new house?” I throw her under the bus, just like she did to me earlier today by telling Lucy she was on her way to Savannah. She chokes on the glass of wine, shocked that I told her secret. I wink at her across the table and take a sip of the water I’ve been nursing.
“I have questions. The first is, how you bought that house?” Lucy says, and I almost spit the water out. Did she really just ask me that?
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