“Well, what else does a dog have to do?” I joined him
in laughing about the dog’s antics. “He sleeps most of the
afternoon away, it makes sense he’d be stalking at night.”
I shifted my legs to drape one over his thigh. His
body was so hot against the length of mine. It was like being laid
out against a heated brick. Toasty.
“I was hoping to talk to you tonight, but I’m not
sure if it’s the right time to discuss this, or not.” I kept my
head flat against his pectoral, and waited for his reaction.
“You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”
I felt a kiss pressed to the top of my head.
“Yeah, but fear of screwing up a good thing is a huge
motivator to shut up, and coast along as we have been,” I replied,
kissing the nipple pressed against my nose. Maybe I’ll forget
bringing it up for now, which means a distraction is called for.
Darting a quick tongue out, I licked a nipple which instantly
pebbled. As I opened my lips intent on engulfing the sensitive
little disk, I was manhandled up the length of David’s body so we
were now face to face. Wow! I always forget how strong he is until
he does something like that. “Err, hi?” I think, I squeaked like a
damned mouse.
“Don’t think I won’t recognize a distraction
technique when I feel one,” he chuckled, brushing a warm kiss over
my lips. I fell into his mouth and enjoyed the lush fullness of his
taste, sweeping my tongue over his in a playful dance. It was
especially nice to be lying over the full length of his body.
“I love your mouth,” I confessed, “and I love you. I
want to ask if you’d move into the house with me. I know it’s only
been a couple of months, but I can’t think of anything I’d like
more than to go to bed with you wrapped around me every night. If
you think it’s too soon, or if you like living separate, be blunt,
okay?”
David reached up and pulled me down for a deep,
carnal melding of lips, tongues, and teeth. He welded my mouth to
his with lust and hunger, the thickening ridge of his arousal
pressed into my belly leaving no doubt he wanted me. “Two and a
half months doesn’t seem like a long time to me either, but you
already feel like a necessary part of me. I hate living separate
from you, which is probably why I’m usually here most nights.
“Damn, woman, one minute I look at you and you make
me breathless, then in the next you smile and you breathe new life
into me,” he whispered, his breath gentle drafts of air against my
skin. “I love you, too. I would love to move in. I would love for
you to make a place for me in your life, because you have already
made a place for yourself in my heart.”
“You say the nicest and most adoring things,” I
grinned like an idiot, I’m sure. “I’ve never considered myself a
romantic woman, but my heart jumps when you say sweet stuff like
that.”
I split my legs apart and drew my knees up towards
his hips so I could straddle over his lap. When I sat up, I was
splayed wide over his groin, and I brushed myself against the
erection which strained upward from his body. Grasping him in my
hand, I held his thick, ridged warmth steady as I rubbed my clit
against him in tight firm circles. I could feel the gathering
wetness between my thighs as my sensitivity heightened with each
brush across the head of his cock.
His fingers delved through my folds to test my
dampness. “Not quite yet, Lover,” he whispered, anticipating I was
getting ready to lower myself down on the hard length of him.
“Patience.”
I ran my free hand over my breasts and trailed
downward, over my stomach, into the nest of hair covering my mound.
With a practiced hand, I speared two fingers into my cleft and
began a rhythmic undulation of my hips which had David breathing as
hard as I was. His hand wrapped around my other fist, still
clutching his erection, and he guided it in a pumping motion
mirroring the stroking of my fingers against my clit.
“David,” my voice carried an urgent plea. Still
overlapped, together our hands guided him to my entrance and I
slowly lowered myself on the head of him. “Oh, yes,” I moaned and
pushed down against the upward thrust that fully buried him.
“Damn. You feel incredible,” he groaned in a sexy,
gravelly voice.
I began to rise up and thrust my pelvis down at a
strong, increasingly fast pace. His hips rose to follow my
retreats, my fingers still stroking my clit. Our breath labored,
catching on each inhale.
“Can feel you,” David gasped, his body almost
painfully taut. “Close.” His hands clutched desperately at my butt,
pulling me down hard as his hips strained upward. I relished the
bite of his fingers digging into my ass as he hovered on the edge
of peak pleasure. “Can’t wait,” he moaned, as I felt the first
spasm hit him. David’s need pulsed through me with his release, and
I toppled off the edge, helpless against the climax that wrenched a
cry from my throat.
My hands slid up his chest as my body went boneless.
I molded my fingers to his face, tilting it up for an open-mouthed
kiss that drank up his moan and need, and shared my trembling,
silent scream of relief. We were both shaking from the intensity of
our orgasms; my body held him inside as ripples shuddered through
me. I was still quivering as I sank into sleep, wrapped in his
arms.
****************
Later, the next morning on the couch, while he was
holding me against his shoulder, David said, “There are some
modifications I would like to make to the house for security
reasons. Cameras, specialized electronics, expanded electrical
boxes, and a few other things to handle my programming work. The
computer stuff I do is pretty complex and kinda top-secret so I
need to take steps to keep my files and prototypes secure. I don’t
want to take over your home, but these are necessary things to keep
my work, and you, safe. I would have talked to you about security
whether I moved in or not, but I was trying to time a discussion so
you wouldn’t feel I was encroaching on your space.”
“My offer for you to move in is unconditional, David.
I suspected your work was of a confidential nature, and you can do
anything you feel necessary to secure the house. I’ve not used my
office since the accident, and I’d love for you to use it for
yourself. If Bas is working with you, then we’ll make space for him
to set up an area to work also. The third room on this floor
doesn’t even have furniture so feel free to expand into whatever
areas you want. Add what you need to make it secure and functional.
Being in a rental house, as you two are now, probably leaves you
both at some risk since you guys can’t make permanent
alterations.”
David nuzzled his face into my neck and bussed a kiss
right below my ear. “The security is going to make you crazy,” he
warned.
“If you move in, this becomes our space, our home.
I’m dedicated to making this relationship work, David. I’m making a
place for you in my life, and I’m prepared to make concessions and
compromises while we get it all figured out,” I told him. “If the
added security makes you safer, then I’ll deal with it.”
David leaned his head back on the couch, drawing me
tighter to his side. “You are displaying an awful lot of trust.
Your capacity to believe in us making this relationship work is
truly mind-boggling.”
“David, do you realize we have seen each other almost
every day of the last few months? Unlike most couples who date
while putting in forty-hour work weeks, we have spent as much
quality time together as anyone dating for six months or more.
“We have talked about anything and everything, and we
have never played coy games. Damn David, you only knew me one day
and you asked about the accident and resulting scars. You asked to
touch them. I’ve had people I know take up to a month simply to
broach the subject.”
I caressed his face with my free hand and cupped his
jaw so I could feel the sandpaper roughness against my palm. “I
trust you. I have faith in us. And, if you hurt me, Bas will pound
you into a puddle of mush, then try to steal your girl,” I
teased.
“Well, yes,” David conceded. “There is that incentive
to make it work.” He kissed me softly. “I’ll start moving my things
in this afternoon. Bas and I can do a lot of the security
electronics, but I’ll hire an electrician to do some rewiring and
upgrades to handle the equipment I'll be bringing in. I’m designing
a prototype which Bas is helping me field test and refine, based on
his experience as an end-user. It would be convenient to set up a
workspace for him too.”
“There is a basement. It doesn’t have an outside
egress, and the space is unfinished. But you can check it out to
see if it’s a space you want to use.”
“I had no idea the house had a basement, there are no
windows visible on the outside. Where is the door?”
I grinned, it wasn’t often I caught him off guard.
“There is a second door inside the kitchen pantry. I think the guy
who built the house thought it was cool or something. The key hangs
on a hook right next to the door. Feel free to check it out
whenever you want to, you can have your very own secret Man
Cave.”
One thing I could say about David, the man had
awesome control. He managed to sit on the couch and make small talk
for another ten minutes before he kissed me on the head and scooted
me to the side, “I’ve gotta go check out the basement.”
Halloween was a day of celebration. For the one-year
anniversary of the accident, and Red’s first birthday, we decided
to have friends together to enjoy an evening of food, laughter, and
jokes about secret lairs. It was a joyous day, and I can honestly
say I barely thought about the day as anything other than Red’s
birthday. He’d gotten into the spirit of the celebration with all
the enthusiasm of a toddler. Red even insisted on wearing a party
hat. Really. We have pictures.
Shortly after David moved in, and the house was
turned into a fortress, Janey invited Ken to move in with her. I
was amazed she’d so easily accepted my gay assistant somehow
becoming straight in a mere moment. Too weird for me, but hey, I’m
not the one sleeping with him. Smirk.
Ken’s moving worked out well for all of us, as I
didn’t really need an assistant anymore. Ken’s job has morphed into
a housekeeper-househusband role, where he comes in for six hours a
day, Monday through Friday, to prepare meals and do chores such as
laundry and shopping for both David and me.
Janey, Ken, and I are learning ASL, and David
practices with me on the weekends. Red can understand some of the
signs, but his mind doesn’t retain much of it. We are teaching the
basic “dog” commands such as sit, stay, and down. Red’s been a good
sport about it.
“What’s with all the hand gestures? All you have
to do is ask me to sit and I will.”
Bas spends more time at the house than Ken does
now-a-days. Since the security system went in, and the computer
room was set up (it ended up in the basement, big surprise there),
the guys are frequently testing new prototypes and programs. Ken’s
room was converted to a guest room, and Bas crashes here often when
he and David have been up late working on a project.
I am so glad Bastian and I found a comfortable
relationship after so many years of conflict. He started dating
other women, although he has never brought a woman to the house for
one of our friendly get-togethers. Suppose I don’t blame him
considering our book night debauchery. I have high hopes he will
find a woman to rock his world. He’s a good man and deserves to be
happy.
Speaking of book night, our little group is on the
second book of the erotic BDSM series. I don’t think anyone will be
able to top Gil’s characterization of Christian using the voice of
Speedy Gonzales matched with David speaking the Ana parts as
Natasha, the Russian spy from the Bullwinkle cartoons.
Asking David to move in has been the best decision I
ever made. The man is incredible and has enhanced every aspect of
my life. The house was in chaos for a couple of weeks, and yes, it
drove me crazy as he'd promised, but waking up to feel and hear the
sound of his heartbeat under my ear every morning, made all the
pandemonium worth it. There wasn’t any conflict with blending our
lifestyles together. He'd been infinitely patient and
understanding.
We have explored the nightstand drawer, thoroughly,
and even added a few new items. When I explained the reason for the
loopy bow around Oh-Henry, David helped me enlist the aid of a gay
friend he made when he was staying at the Doubletree. We all went
dancing at a club downtown and his friend, Jason, “bumped into us.”
Jason proceeded to “recognize” and flirt with Ken all evening,
going so far as to lay a big smooch on him as we were leaving for
the night. Oh, I wish I could have seen it, but hearing everyone
laughingly relay the story was almost as good.
Detectives Gil Westfield and Mike Stephens have set
up numerous tests to define the limits of Red’s tracking and
sniffing abilities. Both of the detectives have become regulars at
the house; Gil especially. Red enjoys when they spend the
occasional afternoon hiding items in the yard for Red to find and
identify. Red’s nose wasn’t able to distinguish the ingredient mix
for meth samples, possibly having something to do with the strong
chemical scents messing up his nose? But, the detectives are
creative about experiments to test his ability in distinguishing
people scents, which Red seems to have a talent for.