Next Guy Through the Door

I realized in that second that I was absolutely falling in love with him. I couldn’t imagine anyone else being so careful with me. “Please,” I whispered. “I want you.”

I saw a flash of raw lust in his eyes, and he grinned. “I want to give you everything, sweetie. Always.” He began taking tiny, tentative strokes inside me, as if trying to gently stretch my body open for his.

Then he plunged deep with one smooth thrust.

I gasped, moaning against his lips as he kissed me deeply. This kiss was different. Hungrier. It would have been the kiss of a lifetime even if I didn’t feel his rock hard shaft moving slowly in and out of my snug, wet tunnel.

My nails dug into his back, and I couldn’t control it. His mouth never left mine, his energy flowing through me as the strange pressure and pinch dissolved into pure pleasure.

Dale’s deep, slow rhythm felt careful, almost dreamy. Even though my body was pinned so tightly under his, I felt like I was floating.

“Oh, Dale,” I heard myself whimper. The pressure deep in my belly was building, and I could tell this next climax was going to be totally different from anything I’d ever felt before.

Feeling his shoulders twitch slightly, I opened my eyes just long enough to catch his expression of ecstasy. “Perfect,” he murmured, “Fuck, Lindsay, you feel absolutely perfect.”

My mind was unraveling, the pleasure short-circuiting every thought I’d ever had. It was too much to take. I was about to explode, and I couldn’t control anything.

“Yes, sweetie,” he murmured as I clung to him desperately. His thickness was sliding in and out so deep that I would have screamed if I could have found the air. “Let me feel you, baby.”

I drew in a harsh, ragged breath as I felt my pussy clench around his cock, then I looked up into his dark eyes as the world exploded around me.

Thrusting faster, deeper, he groaned, “God, you’re perfect. Lindsay, I…”

The pressure inside me jerked slightly, as his warm release filled me completely. Watching Dale’s face as he came was one of the most bizarrely beautiful things I’d ever witnessed in my life. Knowing how much my body was pleasing him was a savage thrill. Yet the feeling of us bonding completely was so deep. Pure.

He immediately began kissing me again, tenderly. Sweetly. Then he leaned back and smiled. “My gorgeous perfect baby,” he grinned. “How do you feel?”

I had no idea how to answer, and burst into laughter. “I feel like I’m supposed to say something deep and important, but my entire brain is a squishy little ball of happiness.”

He laughed loudly, rolling off me and laying down so that we could snuggle together. “I have to get back to the shop later, but I think we need a proper snuggle nap first,” he said, his hand stroking my lower back as he nuzzled my hair.

“You’re amazing, Lindsay. I’m so glad that I found you. Or should I say, that you found me.”

I agreed with him by scraping my chin up and down his shoulder as I nodded, making us both laugh.

CHAPTER EIGHT

* Dale *

I almost slipped. In that perfect moment of intense passion, I had almost confessed that I was already in love with her. Although I certainly didn’t want to hide my feelings from Lindsay, I didn’t want to scare her away either.

When I realized that she was giving herself to a man for the first time, I nearly froze. That was a lot of responsibility. I was unbelievably touched that she trusted me with such an important life event.

It was almost painful having to leave Lindsay curled up in her bed. I tucked her in with a blanket, kissing her forehead before I left, promising to text her soon. She seemed to understand that I had to work most of the weekend constructing some movie sets, but it still felt terrible leaving her alone.

As soon as I got to the workshop, I sent her a photo of the empty coffee pot, with the caption, “Step one of any important construction job. More coffee.”

Throughout the day, as I created fake walls, relatively real furniture, and strange bits and pieces of shelving, I sent her more photos and notes, stopping at eleven pm so that I wouldn’t wake her up. I did the same all day Sunday, wanting her to know that I was thinking of her, even if I couldn’t be with her.

She responded with interesting questions and comments, but didn’t seem offended when it sometimes took an hour or two to answer. Steve took a photo of my paint covered hands at one point, which seemed to amuse her.

I couldn’t wait until this next busy spell was done so that I could see Lindsay, but unfortunately, we had three days with no work planned coming up next weekend. Socially, this was wonderful. Professionally, it was terrible. We needed the shop to be working nearly every day to stay afloat.

But something would come up. It usually did. My luck seemed to be pretty amazing this week, with Lindsay just appearing in my life. I had great faith that something would pop up to keep us busy.

CHAPTER NINE

* Lindsay *