Winning Her Heart

I flip the eggs and go to the toaster. I pop in two slices of bread and grab the butter from the fridge, setting it on the counter and going back to watching the eggs, making sure they don't stick or burn. I feel like the thought of him leaving is going to tear my heart in two.

I shouldn't be feeling that way. I hate that I'm feeling that way. Of course I would develop feelings for a guy who doesn't want to stick around.

When the eggs are ready, I slide them onto my plate and put the skillet aside. The toast pops up. I'm busy buttering it when I hear the sounds of footsteps behind me. Once more, I'm fighting back tears. I finish with the toast and put it on my plate.

He walks up behind me and his arms encircle my waist. He tries to kiss my cheek, but I pull away from him, incredulous. He watches in confusion as I put my food on the table, keeping my back to him. "What's the matter?" He asks, bewildered.

"When were you going to tell me you were leaving?" I ask, unable to keep the hurt from my voice.

"But I'm not," he replies in protest, taking a step towards me.

I turn to face him, one hand on my hip. "Yeah, right. The phone call from your friend this morning explained it all," I snap angrily.

I'm done believing him now. "Juliette, that was a misunderstanding, I'm not going…." he says, trying to explain again, but I'm losing control of my emotions.

I can't deal with this right now. "Maybe you should just go, before you get too attached and accidentally start putting down roots here," I snap defensively, pointing a finger towards the front door.

His expression changes, angry and hurt. He takes another step towards me. "I know I have issues making attachments, but I’m here and I’m trying. You're the one who’s so defensive. You can't even admit that you’re just as scared as I am,” his voice grows louder as he continues.

“You're so terrified of losing me that you would rather just push me out of the door right now and shut me out of your life!" He yells angrily.

I stand there in silence. He shakes his head in disbelief. "You're not even giving me a chance," he murmurs, and his tone is so wounded that my heart hurts.

He turns away from me, walking out of the door and slamming it behind him, and I'm left standing there alone and stunned in the kitchen. His words ring in my ears and weigh heavy on my heart. I realize quickly how right he was about everything.

The thought of losing him hurt my heart so bad I didn't even want to deal with it. I hurt him with my words, and probably destroyed any chance I had with him. Still, I have to try. I run to the door and yank it open. I'm about to run outside barefoot, but I see he is still standing outside the door. I gasp in surprise.

He smiles sheepishly. "I was hoping that you’d change your mind," he admits sheepishly.

I see the look on his face, and that's all I need to change my mind. I blink back tears. Silently I take his hand and pull him inside the house. He stumbles to keep up. The front door closes as I pull him down the hall to the bedroom.

I start kissing him and pulling off his clothes, and he tugs the belt of my robe open and shoves it off my shoulders. This time I lie him back on the bed, dominating him. I kiss every part of him, exploring every hard, muscular inch.

When I reach the rapidly swelling erection between his thighs, I wrap my lips around the head and suck, hard. He groans and bucks into my mouth, and while at first it’s a struggle not to gag, I soon figure out how to relax and take more of his cock.

I bob my head faster and faster as I get into a rhythm, and his groans of pleasure spur me on until suddenly, he grips my hair and tugs me off of him. I look at him in confusion. “Sorry,” he says, panting, “Just…not ready for this to be over yet, I want to finish inside you.”

I nod, and while he dashes quickly to retrieve another condom from his pants pocket, I shuck off my nightgown and panties.

He lays back down and I straddle him nervously. “Just tell me if I’m…not doing this right, ok?”

Dom chuckles, and the low sound reverberates deep in my core. “You’ll be fine, sweetheart,” he assures me.

He helps me with positioning, and slowly I slide down onto his cock, impaling myself on his hard length. It hits new spots inside me, and the new sensations are incredible.