Scrubbing a hand down my face, I ignore the raging hard-on I’m sporting between my thighs. Fuck, it was just a kiss, but that little touch of our lips was like a lightning bolt of pleasure zinging through me, making my entire body come alive.
My skin tingles and feels hot to the touch. I feel so incredible, I couldn’t care less about my swelling face or the open cut on my cheek.
It’s no surprise that she’s fighting me on every corner, not that I expected anything less. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t bother the shit out of me though. I want her to trust me, want her to believe that I’m protecting her. That my intentions come from a good place. I mean, how can she still not see that? I guess she needs more time.
Yes, in time, she will understand. Soon enough, it will make sense to her. She will learn to trust me, see that I mean her no harm. I know she’s scared and unsure, so I need to give her more time to digest everything.
This place is so quiet that I can hear the shower running through closed doors and from across the apartment. Which, of course, doesn’t help my boner any. Immediately, my mind conjures up an image of Dove in the shower, naked, her skin covered in bubbles. Her delicate fingers slipping between her legs. Maybe touching her pussy at this very moment. Shit, this is not helping… thinking about her naked is not going to help me keep myself in check.
Looking down at my steel hard cock, I groan. Soon… very soon, but not today.
I make one more run upstairs to the car. When I come downstairs this time, I’m a little more careful. I wouldn’t hold it against Dove if she tried to hurt me again, she’s a fighter after all. She might not look like it on the outside, but she is stronger and braver than many people I’ve met. I doubt she’s giving up so fast. She’ll continue to push me, and that’s not her fault. It’s just not in her to give up, and I admire that about her. Her determination.
By the time I’ve put all the groceries and supplies away, the sound of running water has stopped, and I know she is finished with her shower. The ache in my balls has subsided a little, but having her so close, and yet so far away at the same time, makes the cravings unbearable.
Making my way back into the bedroom, I wonder if she is going to try and fight me on our sleeping arrangements. I’m sure she will. If she’s trying this hard to escape, I can only imagine what she plans to do to get out of sleeping beside me.
Stepping into the room, I find her standing in front of the dresser wrapped in a fluffy white towel. The long strands of her brown hair cascade down her back while beads of water cling to her skin. I want to lick them away. Lick every inch of her body until she’s completely spent and can do nothing but lay there as I take her over and over again.
Biting back a groan, I force the thought away.
“Nightgowns and Pajamas are in the second drawer, I believe,” I say, making her jump a good foot off the floor as she turns around.
“I didn’t hear you walk in,” she whispers, staring at me with a puzzled expression as she white knuckles the towel. I wonder what she’s thinking. Does she think I’m going to attack her? Rip the towel away and ravage her?
After a moment, she turns back around to face the dresser and opens the drawer, causing the thought to evaporate into the air. She pulls out a pair of flannel pajamas, and while holding onto them with a death grip, she disappears back into the bathroom. Her need for privacy is laughable. I want to tell her that there is no need to hide from me, that I’ve seen her naked many times over the years, but I don’t think she’s ready to hear that yet.
I’ve shared enough with her today. We have many weeks to come to discuss all of these things. While she is getting ready in the bathroom, I strip out of my clothes and slip into some sleeping pants. Usually, I sleep naked, but since I’m making a conscious effort to make Dove comfortable, I opt for clothing. She’s not ready to