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Dallas gives me a look. “You aren’t nearly wet enough, baby. You’ll get it when you’re ready.” Then he’s spearing me with his fingers. My body knows this part now, and it reacts with delight. My legs spread instinctively to give him better access.
Dallas’s head moves under the covers to take one of my nipples in his mouth. The twin sensations of push and pull send wetness down my thighs. Dallas keeps teasing me with his hand, switching his mouth to my other breast. When my orgasm hits, Dallas flicks my clit hard. Previously, this would be where he gathers me close and tells me to go to sleep.
This time, though, he grabs a pillow from the other side of the bed and maneuvers it under my hips. “Going to finally feed you my cock, Esme,” he grunts. I’m soaking wet and as relaxed as one massive orgasm can make me so when I feel him notched against my channel, I hum with urgency.
Dallas pushes in slowly, giving me time to evaluate and accept his invasion. At first it doesn’t feel all that different, but suddenly there’s more of him stretching my inner walls, filling me up to the point of needing to shift my body. He pulls out slightly, relieving the pressure, but then he’s invading even farther. “Shh, Esme, just relax. I’ve got this,” Dallas breathes in my ear, an ever so slight lilt of humor tinging his gruff voice. Maybe because my hands are gripping his shoulders, trying to bring him closer.
“So fucking tight, baby,” he mutters, and I’m not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing. Nothing I can do about it, I guess.
“Can I move now?” I ask plaintively, and Dallas looks surprised. Since he didn’t say no, I let my hips rise to meet his increasingly strong thrusts, delighted with the way my body responds. This isn’t a surrender, it’s the real welcome home party. Finally.
Dallas shifts his angle and suddenly every movement he makes has his cock sliding against my clit. It doesn’t take much of that, and I’m going over the edge of the most massive orgasmic waterfall of my life. Every time he fingered me to completion was a rehearsal. This is the live performance. I gasp for breath as I clench down on his cock, desperate to hold him in place and milk him for everything he can give me.
Dallas gives a strangled chuckle followed by a grunt that has him partially collapsing on top of me. I like that — having him so close. But I can’t think about it now because he’s pulsing cum into my pussy and the sensation is sending me into aftershocks. Dallas claims my lips like he has something to say but doesn’t have the words. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on tight. I want to laugh and cry and curl up in his arms forever. Because in this moment, I feel loved beyond measure.
Esme
That feeling of cherished contentment lasts until morning. Right up until Dallas decides that I’m too sore to be fucked for at least twenty-four hours and I ought to stay in bed while he goes out and hunts down breakfast. Meaning at the headquarters where they keep the eggs and bacon, not literal hunting.
“Dallas, that only makes sense if I’m staying naked, so you can show me all that again. If that’s not happening, then I’m getting dressed and going with you. I’m not an invalid.”
“Baby, you were seriously fucking tight. It would be better if you didn’t move.”
“You are not a woman. Babies fit through there all the time. I’m getting up.” And I do, even though I’m freezing my ass off and my nipples could cut glass. But I guess the baby comment got to Dallas because his eyes are slightly glazed over. I’m not sure if that’s in horror or amazement. I ignore him briefly to get dressed faster than I ever have in my life. Only then do I use the tiny bathroom which thankfully has running water — but only the cold variety.
Dallas is still sitting where I left him. “You okay there, big guy? Is your shoulder okay? Maybe you’re the one that should stay in bed.” I feel guilty that I didn’t think about his incisions last night. Maybe we should have waited.
He pulls me close between his legs, his expression softening. “I’m fine. I love you, you know, Esme. I’m not good at saying stuff like that, but I do.”
“Aww.” My eyes mist up and I lean down to kiss him, relishing this one moment when I’m the taller one. “Love you too, Dallas. Almost as much as bacon. Come on!” I dance away from him and out the door before he can catch me and sweet talk me back into the bed. Not that I’m saying he was planning on that, but I’m not taking any chances. I’ll give him serious words later. When my stomach isn’t trying to join the conversation.
Dallas catches up to me by the front door to the central gathering place and shows me where the dining area is. Someone has tried to spruce things up with some fresh paint on the walls, but there’s no disguising the cafeteria tables or the surprising number of highchairs pushed to the side. One or two are in use, snuggled up to the ends of one table where two couples are laughing and chatting. When we walk in, everyone looks up and waves cheerfully, even the babies. I wave back while Dallas growls.
“Would you stop that?” I grouse at him. “You want me to like it here and make friends, right?”
“Yes, but…”
“But what?” I stand there by the cafeteria table that looks older than God, with my hands on my hips.
“You might change your mind. I want us to get married,” Dallas grunts, and I can’t hold back my smile. I lean up and kiss his jaw.
“Then what’s stopping us? Or is it because we’re stuck here until spring?”
The strawberry blonde from the occupied table pipes up with glee, “The county has everything on line now and Mac went and got one of those online officiant certificates so you could get married this weekend. If you want.” She gives an embarrassed shrug as if she just realized she interrupted a private conversation. But I’d hardly call it private after everyone observed his possessive guard dog imitation last night.
“Thanks!” I call to her cheerfully and turn to Dallas with an inquiring eyebrow. He looks mollified slightly.
“You’d really do that? Here and now?”
I nod. “But only if it doesn’t hold up breakfast any longer. I’m starving.”
Dallas jerks his chin in acknowledgment. “Take a seat, Esmerelda. I’ll rustle up the grub.”
10
Dallas
I should have thought ahead better, but I was afraid to jinx the whole thing. Too scared if I made plans to keep Esme that she’d disappear from my life like water between my fingers.
