The sound of my cry did not stop him. He was relentless, ruthless in the methodical movements of his capable fingers, stroking my clit, slipping down inside of me. I had never been touched like this and the way my body felt was almost too much to take. I could feel a tingling rising from inside of my pelvis, sliding over every inch of me and taking me up higher, higher, until I could not stand it anymore. My body exploded around him, shaking with the enormity of an orgasm that just kept coming in wave after wave. My legs clenched around his still moving hand, trapping him there, making sure that he never stopped touching me. But I wanted more. I wanted to do things to his body that would make him feel just as good as he was making me feel. I wanted to make his whole body tremble.
My hand slipped down, reaching for the throbbing erection that jumped to attention when I touched it. Now his fingers stopped moving against me and his hips began to move along with each of my strokes. I could feel the blood rushing inside of his body, could feel the orgasm I was able to give him. It made me feel giddy and drunk. This entire thing was like a dream I never wanted to wake up from.
It was finally too much for him. He spread my legs open even wider and moved on top of me, guiding himself inside of me with one powerful thrust. I let out a gasp of pleasure and surprise. He felt so big inside of me, filled me completely, and each movement of his hips threatened to take me right back to the edge of the ultimate pleasure. My hands ran up and down his back, my nails digging into his skin as I matched the movement of his hips with my own. His arms slid beneath me and brought me up closer to him and I buried my face in the crook of his neck, biting his shoulder to keep from actually screaming. His pelvic bone was hitting my clit over and over again. The friction was delicious and warm and exactly what I wanted.
"Oh god, David. I'm going to come. I'm going to come again."
"Do it. Do it, Kayla."
I didn't need any more permission than that. My eyes shut and by back arched up and into him. The whole world burst open into bright stars shooting across the backs of my eyelids and now I did cry out, I couldn't help it. My body shook as the orgasm went on and on, like it would continue until the end of time.
Even through that haze of pleasure I could feel his cock begin to tremble and jump inside of me and his thrusts became less controlled, more erratic. His breathing sped up and then he let out a yell of pleasure. For a moment it was like everything froze and all that was left was the two of us locked in this mutual and exquisite pleasure.
Slowly, so slowly, we both started to come down a bit from that peak and David's body finally collapsed on top of mine. My legs were still wrapped around him and my hands stroked his hair softly as we both tried to catch our breath. After a while he rolled over, pulling me into his chest and putting his arm around me. I could feel his heart thumping inside of him, could feel my own heart responding to him. I could have stayed that way forever, frozen like that and entirely content.
"That was amazing, Kayla. You are so, so amazing."
"I'm pretty sure you're the amazing one, but thanks for saying."
David rose up on one elbow and looked down at me, his eyes smiling in a way that made me feel safe and loved.
"Maybe we're just amazing together. Think that might be it?"
"Could be," I said teasingly, liking the sound of that. I liked the idea of us being a couple, and that's what it felt like. It felt like we were really together.
"Kayla, I need to say something to you, and it isn't easy."
Oh crap. Was this the part where he told me he really liked me but I probably shouldn't stay? Was this where he told me he wasn't looking for anything real?
"You just, you just make me happy. You make me so fucking happy. I've never had anyone to come home to, you know? Even when I was growing up it felt like I was always coming home to an empty house. I've never been excited to come home before and now I can't wait. You make me feel like there's a reason to get up and a reason to come home again. I hope that doesn't scare you. I just wanted to let you know."
My eyes filled with tears and I stretched my neck to kiss his chest. This man was full of surprises, and this was the best one yet. What he had just said made me feel like I had a real place in the world. It made me feel like I was home.
Chapter Thirteen
David
"Hey, sweetpea, what do you think you want for dinner tonight?"
Sophie looked up at me with shining eyes, giggling at the little nickname I had recently taken to calling her. She looked so much happier these days. No, it wasn't even that she seemed happy. It was that she seemed to be content. She seemed to be at peace. She gave me a look of mock disapproval and raised one eyebrow in a spot on imitation of an adult that made me chuckle.
"I dunno, Daddy. Who's making it, you or a real place?"
"Ouch! You got me, right in the heart!"
I clutched my chest, pulling at the imaginary arrow she had just shot me with and she shrieked in delight. She scurried over to me and bent down, listening to see if I was still breathing. It would seem that living with a doctor was wearing off on her. Maybe she would follow in my footsteps one day, go to medical school. Who knew? If we could get her ADHD under control she could do anything she wanted to. She was clearly smart enough, of that I had zero doubt.
"Nope, you're fine, Daddy. Now tell me about the foods."
I laughed and sat up, pulling her into the bear hug to end all bear hugs. She gave me a huge, sloppy kiss and then wiped my face off, just like she would have wiped her own had the kissing been reversed. My heart swelled and I hugged her even tighter. I had never believed that I could love her this way. If you had told me when I first brought her through my front door that I would love her like she was my own daughter I would have told you that you were out of your mind. I did, though. I felt like the grinch with the heart that had grown several sizes larger.
"My goodness, what's going on in here?"
Sophie and I both looked up from where we sat on the cold tile floor. Sophie crowed with satisfaction and reached both chubby arms up to Kayla. I smiled up at her and let Sophie go so that I could pick myself up off of the floor.
"Oh, nothing much, just discussing my ineptitude in the kitchen."
Sophie nodded in somber agreement and both Kayla and I burst out into peals of laughter. Kayla bent and hefted her up onto one hip, smoothing her hair down and giving her a little kiss on the cheek.
"You know what though? Your daddy has been getting a lot better with the cooking stuff. Don't you think so? He's starting to learn a thing or two."
"Yup," Sophie said with a thoughtful expression on her face, "guess so. That's cuz he eats with us now."
She was right. Things had changed dramatically over the last few weeks, ever since the first night Kayla and I had spent together. Even thinking about that night now sent little tingles of pleasure shooting through my body. It was hands down the best sex of my life, but it was more than that. There was something there between us, something real. I honestly hadn't known her for all that long, but I was pretty sure I loved her.
That was beyond difficult for me to say, too. I was not in any way the type of guy to fall in love easily or to believe in anything like love at first sight. I prided myself on being practical, almost clinically so. Something like this did not happen to me. I didn't think that it happened to many people, to tell the truth.
"He does indeed. It's nice, huh?"
"Yup!"
"Does that mean you'll trust him to cook us dinner tonight?"
"Nope!"
Kayla looked at me with a smile and rolled her eyes, setting Sophie down and stretching her back. Sophie looked from Kayla to me, one little hand on her hip as she tapped her foot impatiently. Sophie was just old enough to feel that being laughed at was some kind of an injustice and so we tried not to do it, but sometimes she was just too funny. Her honesty could be truly hilarious.
"Okay, sweet girl, what would you like to have for dinner?"
"Pizza," she said matter of factly. I looked at Kayla, who nodded her agreement with a smile. It was settled, then. If the two most important girls in my life wanted pizza, that was what they were going to get. I called it in and then poured two glasses of nice red wine, handing one to Kayla as the three of us sat down to wait. It was good to have the time, too, because we had some important business to attend to.