Page 51 of Catch of a Lifetime
I jerked forward, startled, and burst out laughing. It didn’t last long. He withdrew his finger, went back in with two, and then he was the one laughing—very smugly—when I gasped and whined and pushed back into it.
I was tight and the stretch was intense. Usually at this time of year, he’d been back and shagging me senseless for weeks. Eventhough he had a giant cock, I could take him with only a little bit of prep.
I wasn’t there yet.
Dave laid his body slowly back on mine, pressing me down and holding me there as he got a hand between us and worked my butthole like the pro he was.
There was circling. Some scissoring. A few rapid, hard pumps followed by some slow ones, to make me start hissing and demanding that he get the fuck on with it. There were a few sly nudges of my prostate, followed by some firm gliding strokes.
At that point, both of us were making a racket. I was begging and pleading. He was teasing and moaning. At this rate, they’d hear us all the way over in Lynwick, and he hadn’t even?—
He drew his fingers out, his hips back, and he filled me in one long, uncompromising thrust.
I sobbed.
It wasn’t quite the sexy, encouraging,Yeah, baby, I’d intended. It just ripped out of me. It was honest and raw and I couldn’t take it back.
I wouldn’t have, even if I could.
We didn’t speak to each other in words, but that didn’t mean we didn’t communicate. Before Dave, I hadn’t been a particularly physical man. I certainly hadn’t been tactile. I’d learned, though, and we were building a language between us. Our own language.
If anyone else had heard that aching, heartbroken, godawful wail right after they’d entered me, they’d have immediately exited first me and then the room, at top speed.
Not Dave.
He knew what it meant, what I’d said without meaning to. He knew that I hadn’t meant to release it in the first place. He held me tighter, dragged his hips back, and lunged back into me. He echoed the sound I’d made. He softened it and made it soundlike a promise as he rocked into me with powerful, claiming strokes.
You’re mine.
I’m here.
We’re together. We’re together. We’re together.
I hardly even noticed when I came. The pulses of ecstasy that lit up my pelvis throbbed in perfect, flawless sync with Dave’s rolling thrusts. He went on and on and on until he pushed deep and held there.
To my surprise, as soon as he’d finished coming he pulled straight out and flipped me over. It was disorienting, to go from being pinned and filled to suddenly being face up and exposed.
I wasn’t exposed for long.
Dave dragged the duvet, the pillows and the sheet about as he made one of his nests. Once it was all arranged to his exacting specifications—although to me it simply read as a big messy knot of bedding—he pushed me into the middle of it. He rolled me onto my side, locked his arms around me, shoved a thigh between mine, and groaned with satisfaction.
We lay together, interlocked. Breathing. Hearts thundering.
I stared at his beautiful face. “You’re worth it,” I told him. “You’re worth it all. I want you to know that.”
He grunted low in his throat.
Resting a hand at the centre of his chest, I said, “Keep coming back to me, Dave. Okay?”
He laid his hand on top of mine and pulled me in for a slow, sweet kiss.
15
Iwas sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a coffee and gazing into space, when I heard the jangle of a key in the front door and Jerry let himself in.
After all the errands he’d so kindly run for me as I stuck close to Dave, I’d told him he may as well go ahead and cut himself another spare key from the one Marcy had. He’d heard,Let yourself in whenever you feel like it.
“Morning,” I said.
