Page 31 of Note to Self
“You said it had been a while, I wasn’t very gentle.”
“You were perfect, and I’m sure I’m good to go again a few times more tonight. If you’re up to it.”
The next thing I know is that I’m dragged into the shower and pressed up against the tiled wall with my arms above my head, held in place with one of his hands. The other hand is pressed against my chest. “Be careful, boy. I can spank you just as easily as I can fuck you.”
There’s nothing scary or worrying about his actions. His dick is thickening alongside mine. The thought of being spanked had never crossed my mind until I met this amazing man. The dominant, persuasive manner he carries around is intoxicating, and I’ll do whatever he asks me to do. The idea of him turning my arse bright red before fucking me hard leaves me breathless.
“You like the sound of that, don’t you, baby? My hand on your pale skin, turning it a delicious red.”
“Um, yeah. I do. Do I get to call you Sir?”
“Fuck, yeah. We need to wash up and get out of here,” he growls.
He doesn’t spank me, but the second and third time he enters me has me clinging to him as tears fall down my cheeks.
“I don’t want this to ever stop,” I say as we both come again. “I think we need to get some sleep. We’ve got a busy day tomorrow.” I check the digital clock on his side table. “Or rather today.”
“We can do this again, you know. I’m not limiting you to tonight.” His chuckle reverberates through his chest, where my head lies. I give his pecs a lazy, half-hearted slap. He grabs my hand. “Someone’s being cheeky.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” I say, my voice soft, compliant.
“You’re gonna kill me.”
We wake up in a different position. Merlin has wrapped himself around me as the big spoon. We haven’t slept like this before. Has finally making love made such a difference to us on a deeper level? I want to snort at my ridiculous overthinking, but I don’t want to wake him up. His hand, rough from all the manual work on the nursery land, rests on my hip, twitching slightly as he sleeps on.
I need to talk to him about my trip back to London, about putting my house on the market and finding somewhere more permanent than Drew’s cottage to live. I love that he’s offered it to me, but I would like more space, a house with a studio. The cottage will do until my house is sold. Then it will be up to Stacey to work her magic and find me the perfect place.
A kiss on the back of my neck breaks through my meandering thoughts. His hand flexes on my hip and slides over my stomach to pull me even closer. His thick, hard cock presses into the crack of my arse. Hmm, I only need to tip my hips back to feel him gliding into the crease and maybe down a bit. I’m still lubed up, and he could easily shove his huge cock inside me.
“Good morning, baby.” Merlin scrapes his teeth over the sweet spot below my ear at the same time he rocks his hips. His dick slips inside me with little protest, and soon he’s filled me. It feels incredible. Every ridge of his dick a bliss as he moves slowly in and out. “Fuck, you feel so good, so hot and tight,” he whispers.
A rumble of deep moans builds up in my chest as I give in to the sensations, the feeling of everything being so right.
“Fuck.” I sigh as he grips my dick and, with the same slow, lazy thrusts, strokes me to an earth-shattering climax. He bites into my shoulder as he shudders through his orgasm. His release fills me. It has never been so good.
Then realisation hits.
No condom.
Trent goes rigid, and before I can ask what’s wrong, he whispers, “condom.”
Or the lack of it. Shit, no wonder it felt so amazing. I’ve never gone without one. I get tested regularly, so I know I don’t have any issues, but we haven’t discussed going without one. Hell, this is the first time we’ve had anal sex. We’ve swallowed each other’s cum, so he must be as confident about his health status as me.
“Hey, it’s okay.” I pull slowly out of him and twist him around to face me. “I’m tested and clear.”
“I’m so sorry. That was my fault. I should’ve remembered.” Guilt is written all over his face.
“It wasn’t your fault. We got a bit carried away. It’s okay, honey.” I kiss him, just as slowly and lazily as our lovemaking. He’s hesitant at first, but soon he relaxes and slips his tongue inside my mouth to tangle with mine.
I could spend my whole day kissing him. I can’t get enough of his mouth on mine or his hands in my hair or over my chest. Anywhere he can reach me, his movements are gentle. The kiss slows, and we break apart. Trent is smiling, his eyes bright with happiness. He shifts, and his grin turns into a grimace.
“What?” I ask. “What’s wrong?”
His cheeks turn a delicious pink as he squirms again. “Um, your cum is dripping out of me. It’s not something I’ve ever felt before.”
I laugh.
He punches me in the chest. “Hey, it’s not funny. It’s weird as hell.”
