Walk Of Shame(153)

Aspen’s legs slowly close and her grip on the chair tightens when I start to remove my pants. “I can do this,” she whispers. “Stay strong.”

Removing my pants completely, I stroke myself for her to watch, knowing that she can never handle when I touch myself. I give it less than two minutes.

“I’m so fucking hard, Aspen.” I walk forward, stopping right in front of her. “I’ll let you touch it . . . just say it.”

Letting out a deep breath, Aspen growls, before reaching out and grabbing me by my cock. “I’m done. You win. I’m the first one to ask for sex in our new house. There. Happy?”

Wrapping a hand into the back of her hair, I pull her up to her feet and suck her bottom lip into my mouth. “Extremely fucking happy.”

Pressing my lips to hers, I walk until we’re back by the kitchen island, where she was when I first walked in. Then in one movement, I spin her around and bend her over the counter, slapping her ass with my free hand.

“It feels good, baby,” I moan into her ear. “I’m about to fuck you in the house that we own together. It’s you and me. This is just the beginning of our life together.” Wrapping my arm around her neck, I pull her back so that I can kiss her. “I love you.”

She smiles and licks her lips. “I love you too. Now hurry before I go crazy. It’s already been three days.”

I laugh because I love that we’ve only gone three days without having sex and this woman . . . my woman, already misses me inside of her. I never would’ve thought that day would come when I first met her over a year ago. It hardly feels like a month has passed. Every day with her feels fresh and new and I couldn’t be happier.

Unable to hold back any longer, I yank her panties aside and enter her wet pussy in one hard thrust, making her scream out from the intrusion.

“Slade!” Her breathing picks up as she waits for me to move. “I can’t take this. Do you see how sexy you are in those damn suits? No more teasing. I. Want. You.”

“Anything you want is yours.” With that, I pull out and thrust back into her, causing her to moan out as I continue to take her deep and hard.

I’m rough at first, before slowing down and being gentle to remind her how much she means to me. This woman is everything to me and I never want her to forget.

It’s not long before I feel her clenching around me, bringing me to my own orgasm as well. I push inside of her as deep as I can, giving her every last drop of me.

“Well the new house is broken in.” I laugh into her ear, before kissing her neck, trailing my way around to her lips. “Now I never want to wait three days again. I was so fucking close to caving in.”

“Are you serious?” She pulls away from me and spins around to face me. “How close?”

I smile and bite her bottom lip. “About ten minutes close.” Gently, I press my lips against hers and catch her hands with mine. “Now go take a shower and I’ll make you dinner.”

“Slade . . .” she starts.

“Go,” I say sternly. “You’ve taken time off work to help put our home together. Making dinner for my woman is the least I can do as a man.” I tilt my head toward the hallway. “Hurry.”

Shaking her head in disbelief, she smiles, before kissing me long and hard. “Never change,” she whispers, then walks away, leaving me alone to clean up a bit and cook dinner.



ASPEN APPEARS FROM THE SHOWER about twenty five minutes later, dressed in one of my white button down shirts. She takes one look at me by the stove, in my boxers, and growls.

“This might just be sexier than seeing you in a suit. Almost naked, cooking. I dig it,” she teases.

Running my hands through my hair, I look at her and feel like the luckiest man in the world as I watch her take a seat in our kitchen.

I’ve been wanting to ask her to buy a place with me for months now, but I wanted to make sure it was the right time. Last week when I watched her walk out the door for work, I realized that I never wanted her to come back home to a place that wasn’t ours together. I knew right then that the time was right. I’m just lucky that she has as much faith in me as she does.

Sometimes I feel as if I don’t deserve it, but she always finds a way to remind me just how much she thinks I do. When the time is right, I will make her my wife and I will love her with everything in me. I may have had a hard past, but I’m ready for a new future and I know without a doubt that future is her . . . Aspen.

“I’m the luckiest asshole in the world,” I admit.

Aspen walks into my open arms and smiles against my chest as I hug her to me. “Yeah . . . and you’re my asshole. I’m not giving you up for anything.”