Over the Moon

I check the time, it’s five o’clock. That’s it? It feels like I have been home for hours, but it has only been forty-five minutes. My trip to Portland was eventful and I managed to get everything done that I wanted to and see all the important people in my life there. Violet was a little hard to nail down, but I was finally able to meet with her yesterday. She has been busy with work, so I have barely seen her this past year. I must admit though, that she is the happiest I have ever seen her.

I love my sister but seeing her was not the reason I went to the city. Jim was right. Everything he said that day at the diner pushed my ‘make a plan’ button. So that is what I did. I just need to make it through the weekend and then I am driving back to Portland on Sunday, flinging Aubrey over my shoulder, and taking her sweet ass home. Sunday cannot come quickly enough. Over the past week, I asked myself, why not just get her now? The caveman instinct is really strong to do just that, but I laid out a way to insert myself into her life without being in her face. I needed to give her time to think about me, about us. But fuck waiting! She gets two days, that’s it.

The last few weeks have been beyond fucking hard. If it weren’t for Nate I would still be drunk on the back deck. My natural state fluctuates from one end of the spectrum to the other, either perfectly controlled and organized, bordering on diagnosable or I am bottles-deep every day and living life to dangerous excess. Neither is conducive to a healthy life, which is why I try to find a balance.

Pushing Aubrey away when I did, to save her from future agony I could cause her, sent me spiraling out of control. It wasn’t until Nate found me and I told him the truth about everything, that I finally tried to straighten myself out. The talk with Jim brought me the rest of the way back, giving me hope that Aubrey still cares and that we can work through everything I did and hopefully come out on the other side, together.

I hired someone to come in and help clean up my house while I was gone to Portland, and they did an awesome job. My clothes are all washed, and my kitchen is spotless. Not a liquor bottle in sight.

I change into a fitted tee and a pair of joggers to help me settle in for the night. I head to the kitchen and grab a bottle of water while I wait for the coffee machine to finish brewing. A few minutes later I have a hot cup of coffee in hand, and I make my way to the back door. Before I reach the handle, there is a knock on the front door. Who is that? I put my coffee down on the dining room table, walk back through the living room to the door and open it without looking out the side window first.

A small hand comes up and slaps my left cheek. “That is for the cameras!” A second slap comes. “And that is for blacklisting me in Chicago!” A third slap almost connects but I anticipate it and grab her wrist and twist it behind her back. I step back, bringing her with me inside, shutting the door with my foot, and then slamming her against it. My hard body against her soft supple one.

Her breaths come out in rapid puffs as I lean closer to her ear and say, “Let’s leave the slaps in the bedroom, shall we?”

I nip her ear and a whimper escapes her. Her hands up come to my face, and she pulls me to her. Her soft lips pressing against mine, I force my tongue forward, but I’m met with no resistance as she lets me in. My hands, now resting on her hips, move up her body. One hand lifts her shirt and slips under her bra to grasp her breast, and the other moves up to her throat as I deepen the kiss. One of her arms wraps around my back while the other one slides down my chest and hooks onto the waistband of my joggers. I instinctively lean forward pushing my erection into her hand. I groan into her mouth, letting her know just how good she makes me feel.

I break our kiss and wrap my arms around her, burying my face in her neck. “Wolf?” her voice sounds small and low underneath our panting. Snap. I unhook her bra. I step back and pull her shirt off and toss both it and the bra to the ground. My mouth finds her nipple and pulls it in, the other breast getting attention from my other hand. “Wolf!” I raise my head and she has a lost look on her face. I stand straight and wrap my arms around her. So grateful she is here.

Her arms come around me and she squeezes tightly, burying her face into my chest. I hear her murmur something.

“What’s that?”

She pushes me back and says, “We need to talk.” Ugh. My heart drops to my stomach. Nothing good comes after that sentence is uttered. But she is right, we do need to talk and hopefully, after that, we can get back to this.

I release her, pass her the shirt that I had tossed on the floor and kiss her cheek. “Then let’s talk.” I motion for her to come further into my home. It’s dawning on me right now that this is the first time she has been here. She puts her shirt back on but leaves her bra where it fell to the floor. Her nipples are erect and visible through her shirt.

“Come on in. Would you like a cup of coffee?” I offer.

“Yes, please.” I go about making her a cup, with a full hard-on, and then lead her to the back deck. It’s still daylight and there is a nice breeze coming off the ocean.

“Please have a seat.” She sits down on the swing and takes the cup I offer her. I choose to lean against the railing across from her, waiting. She takes a sip, and I can’t tell from her expression if this conversation is going to go my way or not.

“This swing …”

Ah! She noticed it. She stands up and looks at it closely. The swing is a replica of the one at the farmhouse, right down to the scrollwork. “Is this mom’s swing? No, this slat has never been repaired.” She looks up at me for an explanation.

“Sit. Then I will explain.” She sits back down and waits. That was easier than I thought.

“Over the years, I have been honing my woodworking skills with your dad as my mentor. It gave me something to focus on when I was trying not to focus on you.” Her lips curl into a small smile that doesn’t quite meet her eyes. I continue, “Jim let me putter with random projects around the house. I am sure you saw your headboard is fixed now. I even got to help him out with a few bespoke pieces. But I always had one goal in mind.”

She looks up at me. “And what goal was that?”

I smile back and say, “The goal has always been to have you here, with me, on a swing of our own. Even if it conflicted with what I did. Do you remember the first day we met?”

“I have never forgotten that day, Wolf,” she says as she looks into my eyes. My heart soars knowing that it was memorable for her too.

“I was leaning across from you, just like we are now. You were barely wearing anything, your body almost on full display for me, while you rested your knee … Fuck!” I rub my face as the memory hits me a little harder than I expect. “I knew right then that I had to be careful. You instantly tipped the balance I try to keep. I wanted you right away. Not just a date, a kiss, a fuck. I wanted you to be mine, forever.

“I didn’t know anything about your relationship with Derek, but I knew I needed to keep you safe, and away from me, regardless of what I wanted. So, I made sure that your name was whispered into the ears of some pretty high-up people. Henry kept watching to make sure you were safe. Fuck, I watched you many times myself. For the most part, I didn’t interfere.”

“You found out about Derek, you got me home that day. That was interfering.” I am not sure what to say to that because I don’t regret what I did. So, I just stay silent. She starts to speak again, “As much as I want to be mad about that, I can’t be. If that didn’t happen, I might still be there with him. I am grateful that I am out of that relationship. Thank you for that, Wolf.” I breathe a little easier, but I know that there is so much we still need to discuss. She eases back and starts to swing back and forth.

“What did you want to talk about, Aubrey?”

“How often did you watch me? Through the cameras?” she asks. I was waiting for this question. The cameras were crossing a line and I can only hope that she will forgive me.

“I never accessed the cameras until after you were assaulted.”

“That doesn’t answer my question, Wolf.”

“Almost every day after I had Henry activate the internal cameras.”

“And what were you looking for?”

“I needed to know you were okay. For the first few days, you weren’t. It was so hard not to fly back out and take you in my arms. I am so glad that you had Lola there to comfort you and bring you the things you needed.”

I see a flash come across her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“I need you to answer honestly, Wolf. Can you promise me that?” I nod, I will never lie or bend the truth with her ever again. “Did I get my job at Ledger Hayes on my own?”

“Yes. I only ever mentioned your name in conversations, to get you on people’s radar. You got the job on your own merit.”

“And the blacklisting. What did you tell them?”

“I told all of them that you were mine and that you just didn’t know it yet.”

“Jesus, Wolf! That one really hurt.”

I move to the swing and sit next to her, our legs touching. I take her cup and place it on the side table and then take her hands in mine. “Out of everything I have done, I only have one regret and that is it. Not that I did it or that I finally got you to come home to me, but how it made you feel. I will never forgive myself for causing you any pain.” I swipe away a tear from her cheek and kiss her forehead as she leans toward me.

“Did you already know what tampons I used before our weekend in Chicago?”

“And Oreos being my favorite cookie?”

“Who do you think put them on the top shelf at the office?”

She starts to laugh. I smile back but her laugh is contagious. A few minutes later we finally simmer down. “You orchestrated so much for me, why?”

Without missing a beat, I say, “I fell in love with you.” She looks into my eyes, searching for something. When she finds it, she shakes her head and my heart drops again for the second time today.

Her hand comes up to my chest as she says the three words I feared I would never hear from her lips

“Let’s go fuck.”

Wolf picks me up off the swing, carries me into his house, and down the hall to his bedroom. “You said the magic words, baby,” he says as he lowers my feet to the hardwood floor. We stand there for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes. His hands reach out and toy with the hem of my shirt, the next moment it’s on the floor. I go to help him with his shirt, but he does that hot thing men do when they take their shirts off by fisting the back and pulling it over their heads. If I wasn’t already wet before, I for damn sure am now.

“Get out of those pants,” I tell him as I pull off my jeans leaving only my panties on. He doesn’t hesitate as he slips off his joggers and his barely contained erection is finally free. He drops to his knees and buries his face against my mound, taking a deep breath in.

“I missed this,” he says as his hands come to my hips and in one movement rip off my lace panties. “I’ll just add these to my collection.”

“What?! How many do you have?”

“From how many women?!”

“Oh no, baby. You got me all wrong. I have never wanted to keep anything from a woman before. I told you what my relationships have been like before you, non-existent.”

“What do you mean by collection then?” He smirks and stands up, grabs my hand, and takes me over to his dresser by the window.

“Open the drawer, Aubrey.” I pause for a moment and then pull open the drawer.

“You fucker!” I say as I slap him on the chest, and he begins to laugh. “How did you get all of my panties?!”

“I took a few when we were in Chicago. The first time was the night that we went out with Henry and Lola. The last time was at the barbecue.”

“Wait! You asshole! That is why I couldn’t find any panties after my shower?”

“It worked out in the end, wouldn’t you say?”

I push him over to the bed. “Sit down,” I order. He moves himself back on the bed and rests his back against the wood headboard. I crawl on my hands and knees across his king-size bed until I am between his thighs. My fingertips trace along his calves, up his thighs, and then push against his chest. I lean over him, my lips touching his ear as I speak. “I want your cock buried in my mouth, my cunt, and my ass.” A look of recognition crosses his face as I throw his words back at him. A crooked grin smiles back at me.

“Let’s not waste any time then,” he says as he pulls me in for a quick kiss and then pushes down on my shoulders.

I move down his body with my mouth. Kissing tenderly as I go. I take a moment to dance my lips across his right hip and then gently graze his cock when I move to the left. The growl coming from deep within his chest causes my cunt to ache. I bring my hand up to lightly touch his balls and he shudders. I bring my mouth to where my hand is and trace light circles. Wolf’s hips involuntarily thrust upward, and his breathing changes. I move up and around the base of the shaft and then flatten my tongue against him and drag it up to the tip that is already wet with pre-cum.

His hand rests along the side of my face as he says, “Open your mouth.” I do as he tells me and open my mouth as the tip of his cock slides over my lips. His knees lift slightly so I wrap my arms around his thighs and relax my jaw to take him in. “That’s it. Good girl. I want to feel the back of your throat. Mmmm.” I hollow my cheeks and move my head slowly up and down, flicking the tip with my tongue before moving back down the shaft each time. I find a rhythm as I push him back further and further.

I gag when he thrusts at the same time as I push down. He grabs my shoulders and pulls me up his body. “I am so sorry.”

“Twitchy palms, love. Your ass is going to hurt a lot more than that, but I will try to make it easy on you.” He winks and then flips us over and slides down and brings his mouth to my sex. He starts with my clit, drawing circles around it with a direct flick or two during each rotation. A finger comes up and enters me with a tiny thrust as he hums against me. Another finger, and then another and I am starting to feel full. “I love eating your pussy, Aubrey,” he says right before he pulls out his fingers, and licks from my ass up to my clit. His fingers find me again and he starts to curl them seeking my g-spot. “I need you to relax, love.” I can barely form a sentence when he drags his wet fingers down to add pressure against my ass. A finger slips in and the others return to my pussy, my walls tightening around him.

A flush crosses my chest and an almost angry burning sensation rises from inside and I start to move my hips in rhythm with Wolf’s movements. “Let go,” he whispers as an orgasm I have never experienced rips through me, and I squirt for the first time. “Yes, baby. Just like that. Make yourself wet for my cock.”

I have no time to be mortified over how wet I made his bed before he hovers over me and slams his cock into me. I try to catch my breath while meeting him, thrust for thrust. He leans down and kisses me with an intensity I have never known. His movements are coming harder and faster and I grab onto him for dear life. “It’s time, are you ready?”

“What, ready for what?” I ask. He smiles at me and pulls out causing me to groan with disappointment. “Put your dick back in me!” I yell at him, but he ignores me and moves over to his nightstand. Out of which he pulls a bottle of lube and a black silicone vibrating egg.

He crawls back onto the bed and opens the bottle and puts a liberal amount on his hands. “I bought these for you. You are so fucking wet baby, but this will make taking your virgin ass so much more enjoyable.” He warms the gel with his fingertips and then rubs it along the tight rim and pushes it inside. The feeling is different than before showing me that prep is the key to getting fucked in the ass for the first time. Or perhaps every time. He opens the bottle again and covers his cock with a few strokes before he passes me the egg and the controller. “Use this when I start to push in. It will help.” He then slides in my pussy again with a few thrusts and then back out.

The tip of his cock is now resting against the tight rim and starting to push in. “Now, Aubrey. Put that egg on your clit now.” I do as I am told. The sensation is almost too much, and the pressure is bordering on pain. “Look at me,” he says as I lift my eyes to his. “I am going to stay still. I want you to roll your hips. You will stretch and can push down when you are ready. You’re in control.” I do just that and the pain is morphing into pleasure. Wolf is above me, his arms shaking on either side of me.

“You want to push all the way in, don’t you?”

“My cock is aching to be buried deep inside of you and take over.”

I roll my hips and push down a little, allowing more of him in. The egg pushes me toward the edge as he groans.

“I want you to do that.”

“Take control.” I roll my hips for the last time and then push myself toward him until I can’t move anymore. Wolf and I cry out together as my body accommodates his. We stare into each other’s eyes when I say, “Do it. I am ready.” He slowly moves out and then back in. He repeats this over and over as his speed starts to increase. My arms wrap around him when he folds over me and kisses me again, this time nipping at my lips.

I feel the pulse in his cock, and I notice he is breathing harder, my breath coming out in gasps too. Tension builds to the point of snapping. “Fuck! I am going to come,” I cry out. A hand comes up behind my neck and pulls my hair back, exposing my neck. I take one hand and lightly slap his face. The dirtiest of smiles, matched with hooded eyes send me in a tailspin and heading for a massive crash. He pumps into me harder, pleasure and pain choking us like a thick fog.

“Come, Aubrey, Come with me now.” We barrel over the edge together, the sounds of our breathing, a grunt, and a scream, and the smell of sex and sweat all fill the room.

He slowly slides out of me and kisses me tenderly on the forehead. He leaves for a moment and comes back with a bottle of water and a warm cloth. He cleans me and passes me the water while he cleans himself. I pass what is left of the water back to him and he finishes it. We toss a thick blanket over the fallout of our lovemaking, and I lay wrapped in his arms.