I can’t let that happen, ever.
The sun has just started rising, illuminating the house with an orange glow as I carry her inside. The floor creaks as I walk up the porch, unlocking the front door of the house. Gripping onto her a little tighter, I manage to punch in the code to the keypad leading downstairs. There’s a loud beep, and then the door opens.
I walk inside and close it behind me before descending the stairs. The basement is expansive, with a full-sized kitchen, master bedroom, living room, a library, a gym, and a master suite with a jetted tub and a full floor to ceiling shower. When I had this place redone, I wanted to be sure that Dove would be comfortable here, especially if we have to stay for a while, which at this time looks that way.
Heading straight to the bedroom, I deposit her gently on the silk sheets and brush a few strands of dark brown hair off her face. Angelic. Part of me feels like this is nothing but a dream, that there’s no way she’s here, and mine to do with as I please.
I let my gaze move lower and stop on the exposed skin of her abdomen where her shirt has ridden up. Smooth, creamy white flesh taunts me, and I drag two knuckles over it, reveling in the warmth and pleasure it ignites deep inside me.
I’ve wanted this forever… for as long as I can remember. I just want her. The thick rod between my legs twitches, and I nearly chuckle. He, too, has wanted this forever, and soon enough, he’ll get a taste, but for now, we’ll both have to do with my hand.
Forcing myself to move away from the bed, I walk out into the living room and make my way back upstairs. Going back out to the car, I gather all the bags I packed, then I get the travel crate out of the back that has Max in it. He starts meowing as soon as he sees me.
“I’ll get you out in a minute,” I say, realizing then that I just talked to a cat.
I carry everything downstairs in two trips, before double and triple-checking all the locks. When I get back into the bedroom, Dove still hasn’t moved. Not that I expected her too. I gave her quite a strong sedative. I wouldn’t be surprised if she sleeps for the rest of the day.
Allowing myself to touch her face one last time, I cradle her cheek and press a kiss to the crown of her forehead before breaking away to take a shower.
Pulling out some clean towels, I walk into the bathroom and strip out of my clothing before turning the shower on. As soon as the room starts to fill with steam, I step beneath the spray. Leaning against the tile, I let the water beat down on my tired muscles.
My cock is still harder than steel, and my balls are aching, begging me for release. The image of her in my bed doesn’t help matters and only makes me crave the warmth of her body more. Taking myself into my hand, I give the rod a hard stroke, causing a hiss of pleasure to slip past my lips. Repeating the stroke, a little harder this time, I rub my thumb over the slit at the head of my cock.
Fuck. Letting my eyes drift closed, I envision my hand as Dove’s pussy, my hips thrusting forward, my cock moving in and out of her furiously, claiming her like I’ve always wanted to. Squeezing myself a little harder, I picture her clenching around me, her lips parted, her cheeks red, and her beautiful eyes frenzied with heat. Thrusting into my hand a little harder and faster at the image, it doesn’t take long before I explode.
Ropes of sticky come leave my cock and land against the tile before the water washes it away. I barely keep myself standing upright, the orgasm rocking me straight to the core. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve allowed my mind to wander like this, to use Dove as an image to jack off to. I’ve seen her naked on camera so often, I know every curve of her nude body, but I’ve never got the chance to feel them, never got to touch her soft skin.
It’s almost too tempting now, I have her here with me, and I’m no longer forced to hold back. Soon enough, I’ll be giving us both the pleasure we desperately deserve.
Finishing up my shower, I wash my body and hair and then rinse.
When I’m done, I get out and dry off before wrapping the towel around my waist. Walking back into the bedroom, my eyes immediately fall on the sleeping form on the bed. My gaze never wavers as I drop the towel and start getting dressed. Even though I just came, my dick is already stirring back to life again. Shit, I need to get a grip.