Page 42 of A Simple Love
He lines back up to me, the counter is the perfect height for this, and thrusts back in completely, filling me to the brink and making me yelp out in pleasure.
Mike continues to plow into me, the roughness much more enjoyable than I ever thought possible. His hands are gripping my ass, holding on to me for support and pleasure as he smacks our bodies together. I peer over my shoulder at him, rewarded with the sight of Mike watching our connection as he slides in and out of me. His eyes snap up and meet mine as he smirks at me, slamming back into me so hard I slide forward on the counter.
I feel the build, the floodgates holding strong but ready to break as the tingles of my orgasm come to the surface.
“Keep going, Mike. I’m going to come like this.”
“Yes, baby…” He reaches around my hips, locating my clit with expert precision and circles the tiny nub, shooting me off like a rocket in record time as I hear him reach the point of no return as well.
“Fuck,” he growls as I feel him pulse inside of me, the throbbing of my pussy drawing his own release out of him as he collapses on my back, the rise and fall of his chest against my body reassuring, yet carnal.
“Oh my God, that was amazing,” I declare, still out of breath just as Mike releases his grip on my hips and slides out of me. After disposing of the condom, he wets a clean dish towel and walks back over to me, wiping between my legs to clean me up while I sit back atop the counter. It’s sweet, sensual, and more erotic than I thought it would be. He kisses me softly while he cares for me, cherishes me, loves me.
Leaning his forehead to mine, he finally speaks. “Yes, it was.”
“So now can I have actual food?” I say after a loud rumble from my stomach breaks the silence.
He laughs, kisses me on the cheek, and then redresses in his underwear. “Yeah, I guess. Otherwise, we’re just going to do that again and you’ll never get any food.”
“Ha-ha,” I tease, but secretly I love the idea of having sex with him over and over today. I walk back to his room, retrieve my spare clothes that I packed, dress and run a brush through my hair before heading back out where Mike has bacon, eggs, and warm coffee waiting for me.
We eat our meal, never breaking some kind of physical contact with each other. It makes me eager to have sex again, but I know he must have other things to do today.
“So what are your plans for the rest of the day? What do you need to do?” I mumble around a mouthful of food.
“You,” he states adamantly.
I laugh. “Seriously? You don’t have any other plans? Any furniture that needs to be finished?”
“All of that can wait, Vic. I want to spend the day with you. I’ve been waiting for this, for you. So everything else can wait right now.” He grabs my hand and squeezes before giving me a slow and seductive kiss.
I grin at him as I feel my heart swell in my chest. This man truly loves me.
“Ok, then let’s spend the day together.”
“And the night too. I want you in my bed with me again tonight.”
“Well, then you’re going to have to take me home so I can grab more clothes and an outfit for work tomorrow.”
“Done.” Mike rises from the table, grabbing both of our empty plates and places them in the sink. We clean up the mess from breakfast, get ready completely, and then hop in his truck, ready for where ever the day might lead. We have no plans, no deadlines, no rules. We just have each other.
Chapter 25
Mike
Cruising around town with Victoria in the passenger seat of my truck is literally, my dream come true. There are many other things I’ve dreamed about in my life: my dad getting sober and actually caring about his family, owning my own business, and being the star quarterback for the Dallas Cowboys. I know all of those aren’t realistic and I’ve only managed to achieve the second one, but the one dream that never wavered, since I was ten, was being with Victoria Baker.
I’m having a hard time focusing on the road because all I want to do is look over at her, memorize every detail of her face, touch every surface of her body. I’ve managed the latter in the last twenty-four hours, but watching her now, when she’s finally mine, and not as a young boy desperate for her to give me a chance---it’s like a new awakening. I’m seeing life through a different lens, one where Victoria is the only image in focus and the rest is just a blur.
We’ve managed to leave the house long enough to grab some lunch at Ruby’s Diner and go grocery shopping for the week. Victoria helped me plan what I would cook for her when we decided she would stay at my house for more than just tonight. If I had it my way, she’d just move in with me right now. We’re on our way to her house anyway. All I’d have to do is load her stuff in boxes in the back of my truck and take her back to my house eternally. I sound like some caveman who wants to hold her prisoner, but I honestly just don’t want her to leave. I bought that house not only for the shop in the back for my business, but with the idea in mind that one day Victoria would live there with me, wake up next to me every day, and we would raise our family inside those walls. Like she said last night, we’ve waited this long. Why wait any longer?
“Come inside with me while I grab my stuff.” Victoria unbuckles and jumps down from the truck as soon as we arrive at her house. I know she doesn’t want me to wait out here for her, but it’s nerve-wracking seeing her parents again, knowing that this time she and I are officially together and she obviously spent the night at my house last night.
I follow her inside and am instantly greeted by her mom and Lilly.
“Mike!” Lilly shouts as she hurdles herself off of the dining room chair and runs for my legs, wrapping her arms around my waist. I greet her with a hug in return, her excitement pouring out of her.
“Hello, Mike,” Leslie says as she makes her way out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. “How was your night?”