Page 20 of Strike a Chord
They waited until about ten-thirty when they knew the rest of the house was asleep, before they turned off all the lights, Dax stoked the woodstove and they slowly crept to his bedroom.
He showered, did a quick manscape and brushed his teeth, just as Jennifer snuck back in after having gone to brush her teeth and wash her face.
She wore a matching set of dark purple pajama pants and a tank top.Her dark blonde hair was in a messy top knot, and she wore glasses.
The glasses made him breakout into a huge grin around his toothbrush.
“Why are you smiling like that?”
“Are you blind?”
Her brows kissed for a second.“Oh, the glasses.”Then she giggled.“Yeah, pretty blind, actually.”She took them off for a moment and squinted.“You’re just a handsome blur.Like I can barely make out your features.”She put them back on.“I wear contacts most of the time.”
“I’m digging the thick black rims.It’s hot.”
That made her do a cute little eye roll and half smirk.
He spat and rinsed in the sink, then joined her in the bedroom.“They’re in the left nightstand.”
She glanced at the drawer and her eyes widened.
“But we don’t have to do anything.You do know that you don’toweme sex or anything else for letting you stay here, right?I’m happy to help.You’re all very nice people, and I’m fortunate to have a woodstove and generator.It’s the right thing to do.”
“And that’s why I want to,” she said, crawling onto the bed, kneeling up and pulling her tank top over her head.“Because I feel safe with you.I feel safe here.”
She didn’t realize it, but knowing that she felt safe with him, in his home was one of the biggest compliments she could ever give him.Not that he’d ever been a bad guy, he knew given his edgier look, and the fact that he was a middle-aged musician with a hard past, no wife or kids, that some people thought he was bad news.
He just had a lot to work through and didn’t feel like putting anybody else in the middle of it.They were his demons and he needed to battle them on his own.Not saddle someone else with a fight they never signed up for.
So he did the work.He went to therapy.He did yoga.He meditated.He forgave Amy.He forgave himself.And he forgave his father.It wasn’t an easy path, but it was one he needed to take alone so that he could be good partner for someone some day.
He believed he was finally ready, though.He’d found peace and forgiveness.He had his land, his animals, his thriving business, and his demons were officially laid to rest.He was ready to share his life with someone else.He was ready to be that safe place for someone.To be their soft place to land when things got hard.
Pausing for just a moment, he took in her natural beauty.The swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, the gentle rounding of her lower belly.She was gorgeous.
He went to her and she wrapped her arms around his neck.“I’ve never really felt safe with a man before.Safe to be myself.To be vulnerable.”Their eyes met.“But I feel safe with you.”
“You are safe with me.”
Their lips met in a gentle, languid tango.Their tongues joined in with zero rush.He lowered her to the bed, where he shucked his boxer briefs and she removed her underwear and pants.
He could already smell her arousal and ached to taste her again.To feel her thighs tremble next to his head and her clit swell against his tongue.
Cupping her breast, he teased and tweaked her nipple until she gasped then smiled against his mouth.Slowly, he blazed a trail of kisses and licks down her neck and jaw, to each nipple, across her sternum, her navel and lower until he reached her clit once more.
She was wet for him, so he wasted no time sliding two fingers inside and pumping.Her hips rocked, taking him deeper.Then he began to swirl his tongue around her clit, loving how the slippery little button swelled and pulsed.
He had her coming in no time.The way her pussy squeezed his fingers as she found her release was nothing short of spectacular.She was tight as fuck and got so damn wet.He couldn’t wait to sink into her and feel her squeeze his cock like that.
By the time she came down from her first climax, he could tell she was ready for another.He was rock hard and dripping onto the mattress when she reached for him.He crawled up her body and she opened the drawer of the nightstand to retrieve a condom.He hadn’t been with anybody in over two years and was clean.But she wasn’t on birth control, so they needed to be smart.
Sitting back on his heels, he quickly rolled on the condom, tossed the wrapper to the floor, then lowered himself back to his hands above her.
Reaching between them, she found his length and helped notch him at her center.Their eyes locked as he slowly slid inside, inch by inch.
When he reached the base, they both let out a collective groan of pleasure.She was as tight as he knew she would be.
“You okay?”he asked, not wanting to get too ahead of himself.
