But for now, right this minute, I need to get some air and change my panties.
While he’s in the shower downstairs, I quickly wash myself at the basin, shuddering and jerking as I clean my saturated pussy before slipping into some track pants and a long sweater.
I know for a fact that the owner of the house, a retiree and his wife, won’t have clothes that’ll fit Dillon, but they did have a son who was in the Air Force.
A quick detour to the attic lands a box of clothes that look like they might fit.
Dillon’s shadow falls across the doorway as I’m about to go back downstairs, he’s put a towel around himself at least, but it’s pretty clear that his hard body is ready for just one thing.
I shouldn’t have changed after all.
I’m so damned wet again, I may as well have just lay down in the tub.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Dillon
Standing under the cold water for ten minutes, feeling my dick twitch at every single thought of her. It’s all I can do to stop from relieving myself, I have to save it.
Save it all for her.
I’m only wanting to shower to wash off the grime, sweat and blood of the fights. To start fresh with Roxy in my new life. It feels like in one way, I’m washing away my old life, the one I never loved and replacing it with the one I know I will.
The one I know we both want.
So why is she being so shy?
She was up for it in the car, maybe she just doesn’t go for older men?
I can see my rippling frame through the mist in the mirror. I flex my chest and watch the foam running over my shoulders as I wash with soap.
I don’t think there’s a woman alive who wouldn’t be interested in me, not physically at least.
But I don’t want just any woman. I want Roxy and I’m going to have her dammit.
I’m gonna claim her as my own.
Enough is enough, we both have to push shit uphill with Marconi, so we may as well have some fun doing it, right?
Fun when all this is over, but I need to claim her.
Now.
I need her to know she belongs to me for good. To mark her for life the only way I know how and keep her satisfied forever.
I know I can’t change my past, but I can sure as hell change my future and it’s waiting for me somewhere in this house.
I’ll go to her. I know I’ve just met her, but I have to tell her how I feel. I have to show her she’s the one. I have to stake my claim.
The thought of anyone else anywhere near her in this life makes my fists clench, it’s me and her.
Always.
I dry off and make my way upstairs, finding her all the way up in the attic for some reason. She looks startled, then seeing me still half naked, I watch her eyes go dark with her own arousal again, the invisible line between us getting shorter as we both know this is a useless game to keep playing.
“I found you some clothes,” she murmurs, moving on the spot, her thick thighs rubbing together without her even knowing it. Her own body wants her to get off, so why won’t she just let me help her with that?
“Roxy…” I begin, hearing the quiver in my own voice. “…I’m not proud of my past… I’ve done things… But after tonight. I mean, since you…”
Stupid tongue-tied asshole, just say it. Just tell her.
But my body has bypassed my mouth, which is on hers as quickly as I can cross the room to her in two steps.
I hear her gasp as the air leaves her, the pressure of me pulling her towards me met with her low moaning as she melts into my embrace.
Its lips only but my god, if she isn’t the sweetest, the best thing I’ve had happen to me ever.
My own low moans mix with hers and I feel her body come alive as my hands move across and down her back, seizing hold of that perfect apple bottom ass I’ve been craving. I give it a big squeeze, kneading it and spreading her cheeks apart then together again, making her pull back as she gasps again.
“Oh my god… Dillon… I think I’m gonna… Ah!”
She’s close already.
I had no idea how turned on she really was.
I haven’t been dreaming, she’s desperate for me as much as I am for her. Our bodies are crying out for each other.
Her whole body shudders in my grasp and I can’t get enough of her in my hands at once. I want her in my mouth, in my hands and I want to be inside her, right fucking now.
“Dillon,” she whimpers, and I pick her up in one sweep, ordering her to direct me to the nearest bedroom, which is only a few short strides from the attic at the top of the stairs.
Her eyes are glazed over, rolling back in her head. I know I don’t have long if I’m gonna taste her first climax in my mouth.
“Hold on, Roxy… You’ll come when you’re told to, not a second before, d’ya hear me,” I growl, and register her feeble nod, the dreamy smile playing on her lips telling me it’s just what she wants to hear right now.
I lay her gently on the bed, which is an old fashioned style four poster. I get the impression ma and pa who live here have lived long enough to have a nice retirement.
Roxy doesn’t want me to let go of her, but I need to if I’m gonna get her track pants off, and that sweater, I need to see all of her loveliness. My dick feels like it’s about to burst, it’s so hard.
She resists me, but only for a second, blushing as I start to yank her pants off, my mouth on hers, my tongue dancing
