Page 34 of The Awakening

David’s eyes widen, though he quickly schools it. “Well, Tristan, I see you’ve fine-tuned your gift. Too bad you’re using it on my girlfriend.”

Great, now they’re both laughing at me. My cheeks redden and my ears are on fire. Politely, I excuse myself and run to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face.

Get it together, Jess.

I don’t want to bother them while they get caught up so I take the dogs outside to enjoy the fresh air. This time of year is perfect in AZ, the evenings have a slight nip to them, but I just curl up on a lounge chair and watch Dash and Vi play. Not a cloud in the sky, the stars shine brightly and I test my knowledge of astronomy by calling each cluster out. What a gorgeous night.

Not too long after, David comes out and takes a seat in the lounge chair beside me. He grins and I know he’s missed his friend. “It’s great to see Tristan again. It’s probably been two, maybe three years since we last saw each other. I think we were near the end of training.” He reaches over and entwines our fingers.

I glance skyward. “Isn’t it a remarkable night, David?”

“The night pales in comparison to you, mi Amor.” He draws my hand to his lips, kissing the top.

“Beautiful, but cheesy, Mr. Cordova.” Though inside I’m all hearts and butterflies.

Our romantic interlude is short lived as Tristan emerges. “Sorry to interrupt you two love birds, but where would one find the guest room?”

Scratch, goes the proverbial record.

“Um, babe, Tristan is going to stay with us while he’s in town. I hope that’s okay?” he pseudo asks slash says right in front of the man in question.

#Awkward

When did my life become an unending series of hashtags…

Being the smart ass that I am, I feign exhaustion and roll my eyes. “Great, another mouth to feed.” David winks and kisses me then leads Tristan to the guest room.

The dogs are ready for bed so we go inside. When we get to our room, David is waiting.

“I hope you’re not mad that I offered the guest room to Tristan?” he asks me.

“I have no right to be mad, it’s your house.” I’m not mad and I hope it didn’t come out that way but given our last visitor’s reaction to me, I would’ve appreciated being asked.

“It’s our house, Jess.” All it takes was rolling my eyes and he pins me to the bed. Arms and legs spread, hands above my head with David straddling my torso. “Time to shower,” he teases and then hops off and undresses.

“Gee, I don’t feel dirty,” I tease and am immediately whisked off over his shoulder to our bathroom. Hastily, he removes my clothes and nearly ruins them in the process.

I’m held captive by the whirlwind of emotions David stirs within me. His body is sheer perfection, as though Donatello himself sculpted him. Tracing every ab with my fingertips, I watch as they glide along every indent. My touch arouses him as his cock springs to life. I never imagined I could feel this liberated, this uninhibited with anyone.

With tender strokes, he teases between my thighs while teasing my nipples into rigid peaks. I bite my lip to contain a squeal, but do so little too hard and draw blood. David’s eyes dart up, his facial demeanor darkening though he quickly schools it. He grabs my hands an pins them above. The cold tile of the shower wall startles me, though only momentarily.

David spreads my legs and thrusts himself inside. I’m spellbound by this animalistic side of him. The raw hunger of his barbaric penetration ignites senses I’ve yet to uncover. Until now.

I vibrate from head to toe as the orgasm builds. My legs wrap around his waist as he pounds into me with wreckless abandon. The beast has been unleashed and there is no turning back now.

“Nothing feels better than being inside you. Fucking you. Filling you with my come. Marking you,” he growls.

His words release the last of my resolve as I careen over the edge as my climax hits me full force. “David!” I scream, without a care who hears me.

David growls, fucking me so hard it shakes the glass of the shower enclosure. “Fuck!” His warm come fills me as I bask in the glow of truly being owned by this man.

David dries me off and carries me to the bed where I fall right into a deep, dreamless sleep. Hours later, an empty stomach wakes me. We throw on some clothes and go downstairs to the kitchen.

“We’ll have to move the dogs back to our room while Tristan is here,” David says, shooting me a non-verbal I’m sorry.

“It’s no big deal. But do you have any idea how long he’ll be here?” I ask.

“Now that you mention it, I forgot to ask him.”

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