Page 61 of Strawberry Cake
Hope kissed him again before she turned around and watched the sunset, the whole time he cherished her with his lips on every bit of exposed skin he could find. Once his arms got tired, he sat back down and Hope made herself comfortable in his lap, eating her favourite dessert and sipping on champagne.
He nuzzled into her neck, thinking that he could really get used to this.
Decan
It had been a week since they’d returned, and Hope was unpacking a small suitcase with her personal things—the first pieces she would officially move into their home. He’d made room in the closet for her, freaking out about what he could do to start making his apartment feel like her home.
“Are you nervous about tomorrow?” she asked, threading some of her clothes on to hangers.
Decan nodded. “I know you said your parents are looking forward to it, but what if they don’t like me?”
“What about you is not to like?”
“Tattoos, self-employed, wheelchair-bound… I could go on.”
“Hot, attractive, accomplished, premium parking and accommodations everywhere…” Hope countered, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “They’ll love you.”
He sighed, unable to push that stupid fucking seed of insecurity away. He knew that some people saw him as less of a man because of his disability and up until then he’d always been able to fight that demon in his mind. But meeting Hope’s parents—more specifically her father—was screwing with him.
Hope sat down on the bed and took his hand in hers. “What’s bothering you the most? Is it really the thought of them rejecting you for being in a wheelchair?”
“Kind of. Isn’t the man supposed to be the protector? Isn’t that what a father would want for their daughter?”
“Youaremy protector. You shield me from the world and fulfil my need for safety every minute we spend together. Do you think I would be with you if I felt unsatisfied in any way? You’re my safe space and luckily for you and me there are no mammoths or Saber-toothed tigers out there who want to eat us. You’ve created a bond with me that I feel safe and sound with. You’ll have my back and watch out for me, that’s all they care about.”
Decan sighed, though he had to admit he felt a little better. “I know. I just feel insecure about not being what they hoped for you. I can’t even get into your apartment myself.” She let her thumb stroke over the back of his hand, clearly trying to find a way to make him feel better. Another sigh and he leaned in to kiss her cheek. “I appreciate what you said, and it helps calm my thoughts and worries. I’m just too much in my head right now. I didn’t mean to pull you down with me.”
She stole a sweet kiss before she asked, “Why don’t you text Marco to see if he’s free for some gym time?”
Decan pondered the suggestion for a moment. “Will you come too?”
“I wouldn’t miss that sexy view for anything.”
The workout did help Decan calm his nerves—at least for the time being. They threatened to invade again when they returned home but Hope could read him like an open book. Before he could let his insecurity grow and take over his mind,she stepped into the shower with him and sank to her knees. With her eyes on him, she took his cock in hand and her tongue darted out to lick over his cockhead. His head rolled back immediately, the hot water crashing down on his aching body.
“Good, baby. Just relax.” Her tongue dipped into his slit, and her hand squeezed his length. “I’m going to make you feel better.”
Fuck.He groaned and speared his fingers through her wet hair. She was gentle, teasing even as she slowly explored his dick with her tongue. His mind was instantly dazed, robbed of all his sorrows.
Hope took him slow and steady, her hand covering the distance her mouth couldn’t take. Opening his eyes, he watched, entranced as she bobbed her head over him. She smiled around his cock, her hand dipping between her thighs to seek out her own release.
Hope moaned, the sound vibrating against his cockhead as they raced toward their mutual climaxes. She looked gorgeous, precious even andsodamn hot. She was his, and knowing that made his cock pulse a drop of precum onto her tongue.
“Don’t stop, little thief. You’re making your baby feel so good.”
That time, he felt her smile—his eyes were squeezed shut in utter ecstasy. She took him faster and deeper, gagging when he tapped the back of her throat but the sound was so fucking arousing.
“You’re going to make me come so hard,” he praised, combing through her hair.
His heart pumped and his breathing became irregular as she repeatedly swallowed him to the hilt. Her hips ground against her fingers, the combination of her moans and her throat constricting around him, hurtling him closer to the edge.
“Fuck, I’m coming.”
The words had barely left his mouth when the first bursts of cum shot down her throat. Hope slowed her pace, sealing her lips tighter and drawing his release right out of him. She watched, enjoying the pleasure she’d just gifted him. He shuddered, her suction prolonging his orgasm.
“Damn, little thief.”
“Feeling better?”