I hand him the brownies and thank him for helping Rick move in. “I’ll remember and bake extra next time.”
“No problem. You two need to get a room, but you’re already in it. Awkward. I’m out of here. See you tomorrow, dude,” and Cross was gone with brownie in mouth.
“You want to get cleaned up and I’ll finish dinner?” I ask Rick thinking he just moved all his stuff and it’s a hot day.
“I’d rather start with dessert,” he says as he runs his hands over my body and claims me with his mouth.
I see the heat in his eyes and untie my apron “No, you should leave that on,” he says as he goes for my neck, kissing, nibbling and sucking. He gets hard against me and I rub against him with my hips, driving him hotter with my sway and the feel of my body in his hands. He reaches under my short dress to find me going commando. “Fuck me.” He drops to his knees putting his mouth on me, sucking hard at my sex while holding me to him with both hands on my ass. The immediate heat and intensity of his mouth and hands on me have me out of control, at his mercy.
“Oh Rick! More! Please more!” I call out to him and it drives him further. Sucking harder and sliding a finger inside me until I convulse in pleasure calling out his name.
Rick bends me over and thrusts his hard cock into me from behind, holding me up with his arm around my waist. “Baby, you’re perfect. So tight around me, you were made for me.” He’s moving fast and the friction keeps my orgasm rolling. His need for me showing in his wild abandon. He’s so hard and completely in the moment. I can’t help myself and I begin pushing back against him, meeting his strokes and intensity until he grabs my hips and takes full control. Pounding me on him hard and fast, digging his fingers into my hips and not letting go until he cries out a guttural moan, biting down on my neck as he comes hard and takes me into oblivion with him. We should’ve ended up on the floor. Rick somehow had me leaning against him, my back to his front—both of us gasping for air. “I love you, my queen. It’s only like this with you. I’ve always been in control, but something about you makes me lose it and drives me fucking wild. I don’t just want you, I need to have you, I need to touch you, and I need to have you wrapped around me.”
I turn to him unable to put words together and kiss him deeply, claiming him as my own. I feel his body sigh in relief and he puts his arms around me, holding me close.
After my recovery, I send him to shower and work on dinner. I toss the veggies with the potatoes, adding a bit of olive oil and salt. I place the tray back in the oven and turn the broiler on. I place the steaks on the broiler tray and make sure I have my tongs ready. I turn on my new playlist and place the steaks in the broiler for a few minutes, then flip them over for a few minutes more. I pull the broiler tray and cover the steaks with foil. I check the veggies and move them around the tray, leaving them to cook longer.
Rick comes out of the shower dressed in a snug fitting black T-shirt and board shorts. The damnedest things make me lose it. I feel the drool building up and preparing to drip down my face. It’s unbelievable, luckily Rick is hungry. “It smells good in here. Can I help with anything?”
“Nope, everything is about ready. Have a seat.” I point to the table.
He inspects the table, glaring at it unacceptably. He moves the chairs so they are on the same side, next to each other. He lights the candle and picks up the framed photo. “This is perfect,” he says looking at the photo, “Crowns for the king and queen.” Rick adjusts the place settings to satisfy the new seating configuration before I get there to serve dinner. What was I thinking? It will always be this way.
I put the steak on his plate and dish the veggies next to it, adding more parmesan to the veggies once they’re plated.
We sit down to eat together, in our home, where we live together. Leaning on each other and making googly-eyed faces at each other like teenagers.
I clear the plates and stick them in the dishwasher. Rick sets “Thinking Out Loud” on repeat. He comes to me in the kitchen and puts his arms around my waist, “Dance with me.” He holds me close and we sway in each other’s arms. This may be the best thing ever, his strong arms around me, my head leaning on his chest, his smile against my cheek and our hearts beating together. I love this man.
I make a dessert plate with brownies, Kahlua ice cream, chocolate sauce and whipped cream with only one spoon, and we stand in our kitchen feeding each other, licking whipped cream from each other’s lips, sucking chocolate sauce off each other’s fingers and kissing until I find myself being carried to bed.
Chapter Three
We lie next to each other in bed and he says, “I’m ready to hear about your fantasy.”
“I don’t think you really want to hear about my fantasy. You didn’t even want to be a baseball player with me and that’s where my fantasy begins,” I wait for denial.
“I want to hear it from you. I want to know everything about you. I don’t want us to have any secrets. Nobody else matters, only us,” he says as serious as a heart attack.
It’s silly,
