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DAVID
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OVER THE NEXT FIVE days, we fall into a steady routine that I wish we could plan on for the rest of our lives. I wake up with her in my arms, we make love, and it takes my breath away every time. We shower and get ready together. She has me picking out her outfits, saying she wants me to see her in everything I pictured.
We spend the mornings in the piano room as I work on music for the new album. I would think she would get bored, but she loves watching me and even puts in her opinion every now and then. We have lunch and spend the afternoons outside. Sometimes, we hang out by the pool, and sometimes, we go for a drive. Then we have dinner and watch some TV before heading upstairs, where I make love to her again for hours until we both pass out.
Today, we are in the music room, and she can't seem to keep her hands off me. I love it, but it's distracting me too.
“Beautiful, I always love your hands on me, but I’m working on this a new song today. It’s a little different than what I normally record, but I wrote it for you. Will you listen to it and give me your thoughts? It’s called ‘Stay With Me Now.’”
Her smile lights up her whole face. “Of course, and I’m sorry I’m being so clingy today. I’m not sure why.” She scoots to the other end of the piano bench and folds her hand on her lap. Now there is entirely too much space between us.
I get a crazy idea. “Here, stand up.” When she does, I take the piano bench, and instead of setting it parallel to the piano like normal, I center it and turn it perpendicular to the piano keys. I sit down and then pull her to straddle the bench and sit behind me.
“This way, you can wrap your arms around me and be as close as you want and not be in the way of me playing.”
She starts kissing the back of my neck. “I love you, David Miller. I love this side of you only I get to see the most, though.” I laugh, then I get my sheet music out and in order.
I start singing about begging her to come and be mine and how I’d wait a lifetime for her. Before I even get to the first chorus, she is smiling into my back, and she shocks the hell out of me by singing along with me from the first chorus on. What shocks me even more is I like her version better!
When we are done, I turn on the bench to face her and see she is still smiling.
“That is one of my favorite songs of yours. It actually becomes pretty popular in a few movies after....” She trails off.
“After?” I ask.
She sighs. “After you die,” she says with a touch of sadness in her face.
“So I will be recording that one the way you sang it. I like that version better.”
Now it’s my turn not to be able to keep my hands off her. By the grace of God, I got her to wear a skirt today, so I pull her in and start kissing her while I run my hand up her leg. When my fingers find her core and realize she doesn’t have any underwear on, I break the kiss.
“Is this why you have been all over me this morning?” Her shy smile confirms my thoughts.
I kiss her again as I run my finger through her folds. She is already soaking wet, and I’m so hard I don’t want to waste time.
“Take my cock out,” I mumble against her lips as I keep kissing her. She reaches and undoes my belt and my pants and pulls my cock out. She strokes it a few times, and I just moan into her mouth. Any part of her touching me feels like heaven.
Grabbing her legs, I pull them over my hips. I pull her flush against me on the bench and flip up her skirt. I move her hips just a little and slide my cock into her. As I thrust into her, her head falls back, and she moans out my name. I’m already so close I move my hand and start strumming her clit.
Her moans get even louder. “That’s it, baby. Your pussy wants my come, doesn’t it? I feel it gripping me so hard. Ah, fuck, you were made for me. The way your pussy takes my cock and grips it while you come. Come for me now, beautiful, come for me now,” I say, and she does, hard and beautifully.
I’ve never talked so dirty in my life, but knowing it turns her on also turns me on. Another stroke and I pull out and come on the bench between us.
We catch our breath, and I realize this is the first time we have had sex outside our bedroom, and it was hot as hell.
“My new goal is to now take you at least once in every room of this house before we leave in a few days.”
By the time we fall asleep that night, I had taken her in the living room and dining room. The following day was the kitchen, the den, and the pool.
The last day before we leave, I take her in the TV room and on the pool table after lunch. When we catch our breath on the pool table, she says, “Just one more place I want to have you in before we head out tomorrow.”
“Anywhere you want, beautiful. I’ll make it happen.” And I mean it because these sessions around the house have been sexy, hot, and messy. Then I’m able to take her to bed that night and make love to her again, and everything just feels right.
“In your car. The blue one, it’s my favorite.”
After dinner, we head to the garage, and I give her three orgasms in that car before she gets on my cock and rides me to one of the quickest climaxes of my life.
After we get cleaned up, we head upstairs, and the nerves hit me. Tomorrow, we head out, and I have no idea what to expect. We are getting ready for bed when I ask, “Do I need to pack a bag of clothes or anything?”
“No, you will need more modern clothes anyway, and I like the idea of having your stuff mixed with mine.” She winks at me.
“How long does it take to get from here to there?” I ask.
“You mean from the house to the rocks or from 1958 to 2010?”
“From 1958 to 2010.”
“Haven’t timed it but it's only a few seconds. Do you get motion sickness at all?”
“No, why?”
“Well, I generally feel a little sick after. You feel like someone is pulling you, then like they are pushing you; everything is a blur, but there is light. Wear comfy shoes and clothes that are okay to get a bit dirty. We are walking there and then we are walking to my house. It’s not terribly far but best to be comfortable.”
I nod as I take it all in.
That night, I can't seem to stop needing her. We make love three times.
“Baby, we need our sleep. As much as I’d love to go another three rounds with you, I promise we still have more time,” she says.
I hold her as she sleeps, but it’s still another few hours before sleep finally claims me.
***
I WAKE UP THE NEXT morning to her mouth on my cock and her hand playing with my balls. I gasp, and a minute later, I’m coming down her throat while she sucks me dry.
Catching my breath, I say, “Fuck, beautiful, that’s one hell of a way to wake up.”
“I know you were worried last night and having problems sleeping, so I wanted to make sure we started the day off right.”
“I want to start every day off with you just like that.”
“Trust me, I’m trying to find a way.”
So I kiss her because I do trust her, and then we get up and shower and get ready. We eat breakfast, and my parents come in to say goodbye.
“You kids be safe. Oh, is there a number we can reach you at?” Mom asks.
Ivy looks at me. “Well no, it’s a drive into town to use the phone.”
I can see it a brief second where my mom doesn’t like what she hears, but she pastes on a smile anyway.
“Mom, I’ll be fine,” I try to reassure her.
“Well, we want to hear all about your trip when you get home, son,” my dad says as he hugs me.
My mom follows it up with one of her mama bear hugs before they head out for the day.
Ivy comes over and takes my hand and kisses me.
“Are you ready?” she asks.
She grabs her bag, and when I nod, she hands me a hat and sunglasses I watched her grab from the closet earlier, and we head out. We walk down the street to the area where I dropped her off last time. The street is fairly deserted when we duck into the woods.
“I’m beginning to wonder if I should be worried you are bringing me out here to murder me,” I joke.
“Nah, I wouldn’t murder the guy who gives me the most amazing sex of my life. You need to be more worried I’d tie you to my bed and have my way with you for the rest of your life,” she jokes back.
“Somehow, I think I’d be okay with that,” I joke just as we enter a clearing. The area has massive rocks as tall as me or taller. We head to them, and before we walk in them, Ivy hands me a couple of the rocks I always see her with.
“It only takes one but best to have extras.”
She takes my hand again, and we walk around some rocks toward the center of them. I feel my skin start to hum and almost crawl.
She looks over at me. “Do you feel it?” she asks.
“Yes,” I say, still a bit shocked.
“Okay, hold my hand, and we touch the rock at the same time, on three?” She points at the massive rock in front of us.
I take a deep breath and nod, never taking my eyes off her.
She starts to count, “One... Two... Three...”
I reach out and touch the rock when she does.
