"Ah!" I scream, grabbing his large shoulders as he fills me completely. I knew how large he was by seeing it and how my hand didn't fit fully around it, but I'd forgotten how difficult it was to fit inside me. Then, once I relax and my body adjusts, it conforms around it. When did he have time to put on a condom?
He begins moving in and out, slowly at first. His mouth and hands do magical things to each of my breasts and with it all at once waves of pleasure start building rapidly. His hand moves down to my aching clit and begins rubbing hard as I feel him grow inside me, pulsating with his own need. We scream out each other's names simultaneously then he collapses beside me, leaving me breathless. We're both lying here, trying to catch our breaths when he turns over and climbs out of bed. He soon returns, cleaning me with a warm washcloth, then leaves again when he is finished. I'm too tired to move so I lay here naked, staring over at the fire in the fireplace. I'm the daughter of wealthy parents but never have I ever been treated with such kindness, such respect, and felt such love before. I hear him walk back into the room, that magnificent body climbing onto the mattress and pulling down the covers. I can tell by his semi hardness that he'll be ready for another round soon but I'm not so sure my body would be able to handle it. I can already feel the soreness between my legs. He lifts my legs in order to get the covers the rest of the way down, then lays down beside me, pulling them back up and over us. I'm in his arms before I can open my mouth, smiling at his thoughtfulness.
"I have somethin' for ya," he says looking down at me while rubbing up and down my arm that's lying on his stomach.
"Oh, yeah?" I smile wondering what in the hell he would have for me, well, other than more of what he just gave me. He reaches over me, giving me an incredible view of the valleys and plains of his chest and abs, pulls open the nightstand drawer, closes it and moves back to his former position. I hold in my gasp as he holds a small black velvet box, one a ring would fit in.
"I'd originally gotten this for you for Valentine's but thought it would be too soon. I think now, it's perfect."
I look up at him and smile as I take the box from his hands. I scoot up into a sitting position, my back against the headboard. He does the same as he watches me. My nerves sky rocket as I lift the lid but calm immediately. In between a pair of earrings is a key. I pick it up and look up at him, smiling. "A little sure of yourself, weren't you?" I snort. "So, you've been wanting to ask me to move in for a while, huh?"
He smiles, shrugging. "I'm just always prepared. Actually, I was really hopin'."
I let out a laugh then examine the earrings more closely. "Oh, Nash! These are beautiful but they're too much!" We hadn't even really started seeing each other in February, even though our feelings were there, I'm sure. The earrings are small hoops that will dangle from my ears, each holding a heart shape outline with what appears to be small diamonds. "They look so expensive!" Coming from where I do, I've never been one for expensive things, never wanting to seem pretentious like my parents.
"Hey." His hand is on my chin, lifting until I look at him. "They weren't expensive. I promise. They just caught my eye, and I could visualize you wearin' them. I was ready back then to give you my heart so I thought, since we weren't together then, I would start with these." He leans over and kisses me. "Happy Valentine's Day. Late."
Placing the key back between the earrings, I snap the case shut, setting it down on the mattress beside me and roll over on top of him in a blink of an eye. I kiss him hard, cupping his face. His arms wrap around me as he slides down further onto the bed. Moving my legs on either side of him, I straddle him, tilting my head to deepen the kiss. Reaching down, I grab ahold of his already hard cock and smile against his lips. "You are always ready. Condom?" I whisper. He points to the nightstand beside him and I reach over, trying to keep my mouth locked with his. I open the drawer and fumble around until I grab one. Reluctantly, I tear my lips from his and sit up, ripping open the condom. He watches in fascination and I cover his length. Having never done this before, I was quite proud. Raising up, I hold onto his massive cock and lower myself onto it. Slowly. My head falls back, feeling so much fuller of him this way. Oh, my Lord! We're gonna have to do it this way more often! Bringing my head up, I begin rocking. His hips buck as he grabs mine, helping me by raising me up and back down as I continue to rock forward and backward. I start moving faster, those familiar waves of desire fluttering in my legs and stomach. Suddenly, he sits up, halfway, and covers my mouth with his just as I reach my climax.
He makes the most guttural moan into my mouth and begins rubbing my swollen clit, fast and hard. Can you actually have more than one orgasm during sex? Apparently, you can. Desire builds quickly and before he ends the kiss, I yell out his name, falling against his chest. Damn! I'm not gonna be able to walk tomorrow. Maybe I can use that as an excuse to miss work and lay around in his bed all day? I am one of the bosses.
"That was...." He doesn't finish as he lays me down onto the mattress and is gone again. Once he's cleaned me, I'm back in his arms, exhausted. I feel him kiss my forehead too tired to open my eyes. "Sleep now, Beauty," he whispers. He doesn't have to ask me twice.
I wake up stretching my arms up over my head while I unfold my legs, moving them out the length of the bed. "Oh!" I whisper when I feel the soreness I knew would be there. I look around the room, feeling a little disoriented but oh so happy. The light of the day is hidden behind thick wooden blinds covering the large windows, just peeking in from the very small slits. It looks like the fire has been refreshed in the fireplace making the room toasty warm. I look around the room, pulling the covers up to my chest, loving the feel of his sheets and comforter. Turning my head, I smell his pillow and sigh out loud. Damn, that smells wonderful!
"Did you just smell my pillow?"
My head snaps the other way and I watch Nash walking towards the bed, carrying a tray. "Maybe?" I smile.
I scoot up in bed, leaning against the headboard, and he sets the tray over my lap. Leaning down, he kisses me softly. "Mornin'." He smiles. I look down at a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast with a large glass of orange juice.
"Thank you. This looks delicious and I'm starving!" I pick up the fork and take a big bite of eggs then pick up a piece of bacon and take a bite.
"Well, I'm sure it's not as great as your cookin' but I do all right," he says sitting down on the bed.
"It's great." I tilt my head at him. "I thought you would be out doing your chores? Don't you all get up in the middle of the night to start on them?" He chuckles, the low voice going straight down south. Ouch! Too sore.
"I got up around five, did some, then came back to make you breakfast."
"Oh." I take another bite of a spoonful of eggs and bacon. "I should probably leave soon. Need to get to the shop," I mumble, not really wanting to leave. Instead, I'd love to follow him around and learn about all these chores he does then maybe end back here in bed. I might have to soak in a hot tub before that. I wonder if Epsom salts would help.
"Or...." My brows raise. Maybe he has the same idea. "You could go to your apartment and start packin' everythin' and move in by tonight." I let out a laugh or it could have been a snort. Hard to tell.
"Even though I'm more than anxious to do just that, it will take a while to get everything packed and I have the shop to run." His brows lower in thought.
"I could come help pack while you're work!" He's just too amazing for words.
"Uh, don't you have a ranch to run?" His brows lower again. I pick up the tray and move it to the other side of the bed, moving my legs over and sitting beside him, I put my hand on his. "We have time, you know. It might take a week or two but then it will be forever. Right?"
He leans into me, kissing me. Shit! I really need to brush my teeth! "You're right. Of course. We both have busy workin' schedules and there is time. I guess I just want you here with me as soon as possible." He kisses me again and I instantly forget everything around us.
I hated having to leave but shortly after I finished eating and well, a little playtime with Nash, I drove home. Home. The apartment over the shop has never really felt like a home, just a place that kept all my stuff. In fact, all my life I've never felt like I've lived in an actual home. Not a normal one, by anyone's standards. I don't know what it feels like to be comfortable, having love surround me. I've heard of people going home and having talks with their moms, be hugged by their dads. Hell, my only true family was the maid, Leslie, and my nanny/cook, Barb. Our butler, George, was more like a real dad to me. Maybe now I can have the one thing I've always wanted. To feel loved.
By the time I got to my place, showered and changed, I went downstairs to check on things at the shop. It's full of customers and only Misty is behind the counter. I grab an apron from the back and walk out there while tying it around my back. "Where's Pam? I thought she was going to be here," I ask her after talking an order.