Page 10 of Enchanting Him

Dylan

Ibrush a kiss onto Melodia’s shoulder, smiling when she sighs and stirs, her adorable nose twitching at the smell of the breakfast tray I made for us. Her eyes flutter open, a smile gracing her lips and it’s so hard to keep the words inside. To not tell her how much I desperately love her. I want to. Have wanted to from the moment I saw her, but it’s only been two days since then, and I don’t want to scare her off.

Especially not now that I’ve seen just how sheltered she truly must have been. There are so many things she doesn’t have a clue about—like the internet. I mean shit, who hasn’t heard of the internet before? My girl apparently and it tells me wherever she grew up, is massively backwards and potentially even dangerous. Which makes me want to keep my girl here with me in my home and away from the rest of the world.

“Morning angel.” I tease her lips with a soft kiss the same way I teased her nose with the smell of breakfast.

“Morning,” she says with a full smile, stretching and the sheet dips showing off her bare breasts which make me hungryfor a taste of them and her despite having kept her up most of the night doing just that.

I took off Wednesday, not able to tear myself away from her after our first night together, and only stopped into the restaurant for a few hours last night to make sure everything was going okay. My people know their jobs so they had everything under control, letting me run through some paperwork quickly to ensure I could take the rest of the week off to be with Melodia. Especially if she really does have to leave Monday. I can’t stand the thought of her not being here with me and turn my attention back to my girl as she sits up, tucking the sheet over her breasts following my gaze to them.

“What did you make today?” she asks me, as I slip the tray onto her lap before sliding in next to her, cutting off a piece of the sausage patty for her to try. I know she loves bacon, but I wanted to see what she thought about the slight spice of the sausage combined with the sweetness of the French toast I made.

“French toast, with honey and peaches, and sausage,” I tell her, as I cut up a bite of the rest for her to try, and her moan makes my cock rock solid once more. Every single one of her moans seems to be connected to it and holding her gaze when the sound falls from her is all it takes to have cum spurting out the tip of it.

“Oh gods, it’s incredible,” she hums happily, eating every bite I feed her until the tray is empty, and the moment I put it on the nightstand, she’s straddling my lap, her soft little hands dipping into my sweats, pulling my hard cock out. Her wet heat envelops me before I can say a word and I let out a curse as it makes me cum instantly.

“Angel…”

“More,” she hums, her voice mesmerizing, making me even harder somehow. I heard her softly singing in the bath lastnight when I got home and I ended up fucking her hard with her kneeling in the water, her hair tight in my fist, the way I imagined when I first saw her. It was like something had truly possessed me with as roughly as I took her, but she never once complained. She came hard around my cock, begging for more even, and it sent us from the bathroom to the bedroom, until the first rays of morning started to light the sky.

“Don’t hurt yourself, angel,” I beg, when she slams herself down on my cock as she rides me, heaven dancing in my vision as pleasure fills every last inch of me. “I’m going to come from just kissing you, sweetness. You don’t have to…”

“Fuck me,” she growls, stopping my words as the hunger, the ache inside her eyes touches a place inside me I didn’t know existed until her. It’s so much more than just desiring her. I want to own every little bit of her, to make her hungry, make her beg for release.

“Careful now, angel. You want to be my good little girl, don’t you?” I tease, nipping at her ear making her whine.

“Yes, always,” she cries as her hips move jerkily against me, her breathing telling me her pleasure is rising quickly.

“Then don’t tempt me with something you’re not ready for, angel.”

“Fuck me,” she growls again, her tight cunt gripping me even harder, and I can’t stop from letting all of me out.

My hands grip her waist hard, holding her in place as I move us down the bed slightly, making her whine and shiver against me. “I warned you, angel. Now you’ll just have to accept the consequences,” I state, holding her still before pounding up into her, bringing a shout to her lips almost instantly. The sound of my skin slapping against hers sounds so filthy, especially compared to how sweetly beautiful my girl with her pink hair and pink nipples looks.

“Dylan!” she screams out my name, leaning forward, her hands landing on my chest trying to run away from my hard thrusts and her eyes shut as a shudder of pleasure runs through her.

“Eyes! Now,” I demand, bringing them open to me and I smile as it makes her shudder with another wave of pleasure. “Take it, show me you’re my good girl, will always be my good little girl by taking what I give you.”

“Yes! Oh gods, yes, please!” she screams when I up my pace the slightest bit more, and she screams when I slam her down onto me as my fingers tease her pulsing clit just once, letting me watch the pleasure as it rolls through her eyes. It brings me straight over with her and I wrap her up tight, kissing her softly as she shivers in my hold.

“Fuck angel, are you okay?” I ask when she doesn’t speak, keeps her face turned into my chest. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, no, Dylan,” she says, looking up at me and the smile on her lips is so fucking beautiful and the sight of it warms my heart, making me fight to keep the words from slipping out instantly. “It was so perfect, I felt it so much, I just…I don’t have words to describe it.”

I do but I don’t know if she’ll believe me, because even though we just fucked like maniacs, every bit of it was with love pounding through me.

“I know, for me too,” I assure her, giving her a soft kiss before carrying her into the bathroom and the shower. I take my time washing every inch of her, kissing her neck as I brush out her gorgeous hair, after drying it, and the pink of it and her skin reminds me of something.

I smile as I take us back to the bedroom, pulling on a pair of jeans and a tee, because if I don’t put something on, I’m going to take her straight back to bed. The last two days have been heaven, but I don’t want her thinking I just want her here for sex.

“I wanted to show you around town a bit,” I tell her when I grab an outfit of hers from the dresser drawer. She didn’t have much in her bag, just a few bikinis, some tops and skirts, a dress and those flip flops which seemed to be a bit too big for her. I help her into the light pink bikini and slip the pastel pink, blue, white, and purple dress over her head with a smile, before grabbing the little sneakers I picked up for her before coming home last night. They’re a size smaller than the flip flops and I’m glad to see they fit. They’ll be better on her feet than the other shoes and this way I can take my girl shopping for whatever she needs for clothes without worrying about her feet.

“They’re so soft,” Melodia says, and she leans up, giving me a quick kiss before turning towards the mirror to look at herself. The slip dress covers her to her knees, and it looks amazing with her pink hair. “What?” she says meeting my gaze in the mirror as I watch her.

“Just wondering if you like your hair like this as much as I do,” I muse, making her eyes widen a bit. “I don’t know how much it cost to do, but whatever it was, it was well worth it. It matches your personality perfectly. Light and bubbly, soft and sweet…I never want you to change it.”

“That’s good, because I don’t want to change it either,” she says with a giggle coming back to me, and I love how tiny she is in my hold. Well, her height at least. She could do with a few more pounds on her, especially if they’re in her belly and hips, and if they’re from my baby being inside her I’d be even happier.