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Cole: January 2025

“Also, I have a gift for you.” That grabs her attention, she leans back. Her nails are digging into me as she holds onto me still. Her face lights up and the smile is genuine, “Just a little but very serious and important gift” Confusion shadows her features for a moment, but curiosity must win out as she watches me. I kiss her forehead again and I will never get used to being able to do that to her.

“You’ll need to let me up” I smile as she slides over onto the couch beside me. I watch her, regretting having to get up but I also like doing these things for her.

I cross back over and pick up the basket, “I didn’t see you bring that in” she says as she watches me approach her. “I think you were too absorbed in your book” She’s barely paying attention to what I’m saying, too desperate to get into the basket I have handed her. “It’s Valentine’s Day themed!” she exclaimed, happy and looking like she might cry. “I’ve not upset you, have I?” I’m worried that I've offended her somehow. “Oh, no, it’s just the last time anyone did anything for me for Valentine's Day, it was Graham, and he beat me for being ungrateful that he hadn’t bought me a present. Except he had bought me a present and was only playing on my disappointment to give me my gift after I had complained about not getting one.”

I remember that Valentine's Day and I do in fact recollect him sending messages to the group chat that he had a gift for her and was “playing a prank” on her. He felt she was ungrateful. He told her he got her nothing and she got upset, cried and felt like he didn't care about her. How ungrateful and spoiled she was for expecting a gift when they had been together for eight years. I was at my wits end of why she stayed with him as long as she did. Now I know, and I wish I had done more to help her at the time. Maybe it would have helped, maybe it wouldn't.

Right now, though, I kissed her cheek and pulled her into a hug, just holding her and letting her know I was here. No matter what would happen now, I was here and never letting her go. Especially never letting her go through anything without me ever again. I hoped the affection conveyed how I felt. She gave me a hug back, holding me with one hand as she went through the basket. “Ooh doughnuts! They are so cute.” She looks at the pack, “Shame they don't have a hole in them, I’d like to see how many I could stack on your cock…”

I laughed loudly and had to put my face into her neck and hold her tighter because she was going to kill me like this. “What? Can I do that?” My shoulders shake as I continue laughing, “I’m pretty sure you mentioned that to me before actually.” I do recall her bringing this up at some point. “Well, I’ve always wanted to try that and then eat them.”

I do like the sound of this, all the attention she wants to give my cock. The fun ways she’ll come up with to play. “Would you eat them while they were still on the dick or?” She thinks for a moment, “Hmmm well, both actually, I’d like to try and eat them while still stacked on your dick.” I do notice the deliberate distinction there of it being my dick. “And I'd also like to take them off and see if they'd be cock flavoured.” That almost ends me. I laughed more, “Cock flavoured doughnuts?!”

Now, I couldn’t stop laughing! This is how I die, and this is not the worst way to go. I think I’d rather go either between her thighs or tits though. Mmmmm tits, I realise I’ve got my girlfriend next to me in my home on my couch. I stand, picking her and the basket up and taking her through to my bedroom.

The one thing I’ve thought and dreamed about so often. She gives out a little squeal of protest at the change but mostly just grabs the basket and me and holds on as I carry her through.

I gently place her on the bed and walk over to my closet. I slowly take off my suit, allowing her to watch me as I do. I make a point of slowly taking off my tie and I watch as she tracks me. Every movement, she’s locked on me. It's as hot as it is scary. “I’m impressed you can just pick me up like that!” She laughed, amused which is exactly what I want, happy.

I take off my belt and put that away too. She once told me that she liked how neat and organised I am, like her in that way. I remember back when we were first dating, I had sent her progress pictures of me cleaning out my closet one time and she swooned, jokingly telling me it made her horny.

I love her so much, I always have and seeing her now, in my bed, looking like she’s only wearing my jumper. It’s navy and suits her, she can have whatever she wants of mine. “Are you wearing underwear?” It comes out before I wonder if I should ask. “Why? Am I distracting you?” She smiles and lifts the edge of the jumper, showing off more of her thigh. She’s a tease but in fairness, there’s not a part of her body I don’t want to touch with my cock. I’d hump myself silly against anywhere I would be allowed to touch.

“I enjoyed bathing with you last night.” Wow aren't I just confessing to everything. She looks straight at me, serious for a moment, “Me too, I really liked that.” There's a blush to her cheeks. She goes back to exploring the basket and pulls out the card. “It’s a little early for Valentine's Day, isn't it?

“Is it?” I ask with a shrug as I take off my suit trousers and hang them up. She watches me, curious as to what I’m doing, maybe a little wary, always on alert. As much as I like the idea of the Rosemond Ripper watching my back, I really hope I can help her relax a little. Let her lower her guard and trust that I can keep us safe.

I take off my shirt and put on some shorts and a t-shirt. Just casual, nothing fancy. I’d have kept the suit on because I know she likes it, but I want to be comfortable with her too. Fully comfortable would have been naked but there will be time for that. It will be in the bath together, later after I’ve made sure she’s fed (more than just the doughnuts and sweets she is eyeing up right now) and sated from hopefully coming. Maybe we should pick up a few of her toys when we go to hers later.

She opens the card, and a little gasp comes from her as she takes in what it says on the front. I stand by the bed as she looks up at me, a sad face as she pouts. That bottom lip looked biteable and suckable as she stared up at me.

“Well?” I ask. “What?” she counters. “Can I be your boyfriend?” She looks at me, “You ask after you tell me you love me?” I reply, “you told me earlier I had to formally ask, not assume. This is me asking, madam.”

She opened her arms, and I leaned down into her. She pulls me down, flattening me against her and hugs me so tightly I think she's going to break something. “Is that a, yes?” I manage to get the words out. “Of course it's a yes, it's only what I've been trying to get you to ask me for years now!” I’ve finally done something right for her. I laugh and she laughs and it’s ok because we can laugh about it now.

Maybe its shit it’s taken this long but maybe we were both so fucked up that it had to take this long. That it didn't work out before because neither of us were ready. We might have wanted it but maybe we would have fucked it all up worse.

“I’m never letting you go by the way” I say as I press my face into her chest. “Am I allowed to go home?” She asks, serious. “No, I want you to move in here and stay with me,” I look up at her, letting her know I mean it. “Is it not too soon?” Luna asks me. “It’s not soon enough.” I feel myself pout, my lip wobbling a little.

“I’m not moving in right away” she says, and I do respect her, but I growl at her in response. She only laughs and I decide not to push her. Kissing her while on top and I press myself into her, gods above she's fucking hot. That body. She claws at me, and I don't have enough willpower to stop if it goes on like this, so I break the kiss and whisper to her, “I told you earlier I was going to eat that cunt of yours until you came…” A squeak from her again, “did you mean that?” She asks, almost a whisper. “Oh, fuck yes… Can I?” I hear the pleading desperation in my voice.

I pull back from her and look at her, watching her face and expressions closely. I get a few little nods as her eyes take on a glazed expression. She's soft in my hands and I take my hand, running it down her chest, passing her stomach and moving all the way down to between her legs.

Right there, soaking wet and no, she’s not wearing anything under the jumper. FUCK ME! I pull my hand back and stick my two fingers into my mouth, getting them wet from my saliva as I keep eye contact, and I touch her pussy. I was wrong earlier; this is how I die.

The perfection of what I feel between her legs is nothing like my imagination or any other cunt I’ve had the displeasure of touching. This is the holy grail, the meaning of life, and my reason to live. I take my two fingers and gently press in between her folds, opening her up a little. She has a beautiful vulva, it’s plump and thick and the hair surrounding it is… That’s when my brain ticks off and remembers a conversation we had a few weeks back. She had told me she had given up on men completely and as such had grown in her pubic hair because she believed men don't like hairy bushes. Yet, there’s very little here, it’s been recently trimmed.

“You told me you had grown a full bush?” I ask almost accusatory. “I did…” She smirks at me, probably impressed I had remembered. “But…” I ask, I want to know. “Well, it got in the way of me using all my toys…” I laugh, placing my hand over my eyes for a moment.

“You are a fucking pervert,” I tell her, still laughing. “Takes one to know one,” she stares me down, daring me to make fun of her.

She opens her legs wide and pulls up the jumper completely exposing everything from her belly button down. I stare, openly fucking stare. Although she was in the bath with me last night, I didn’t get that good a look for too long. This though, lying spread out on top of my made-up bed. I realise she must have made my bed, which I rarely do. This is different though; this is hot and it’s sexy how confident she is to do this. Just spreading her legs allows me to see so much of her and it’s a beautiful sight. It’s nothing like seeing pictures. This is stunning.

I look at her, “you’re beautiful… all of you.” She shrugs her shoulders, “I know.” “Humble too” I give her a wink. “Humble? Me?” She laughs and lays herself back, wiggling down a bit to get herself comfortable. She picks up the pillow next to her and throws it at me, “When the fuck have you ever known me to be humble?” I smile at her. “Is there something you'd like, madam?” I ask as she clearly has gotten comfortable these last few moments.

There’s confidence but also a little wariness. I want to harm those who have caused her to be this tense. That has forced her when she should have been relaxed, taking it at her pace. She smiles at me; it’s a little smile and I watch her as she wiggles her bum down so that she’s almost pressed right up against me. I cuddle the pillow she threw at me, giving myself something other to do with my hands than touch her.

“Do you want to do this, we don’t have to do anything, we could just cuddle?” I absolutely wanted to devour her cunt; the scent alone had my cock hardening against my shorts. I wouldn't touch her unless she was ready. I also, after last night, really did want to cuddle. It would be nice, taking it slowly, making out and letting our hands and mouth explore each other.

“I would like to try” Safe space, is what she kept asking for. A safe space to explore her body and figure out what she likes, herself. Away from the pressure of previous partners who had taken advantage of her. Luna who had no idea what she was entitled to. “Then there will be rules.” She looks at me and frowns, “I know you don’t like rules or being told what to do, but if we are going to do this then it needs to be done a certain way.” She let me continue, moving her legs so that her pussy was spread out even further and on show to me. I don’t think that was deliberate, but the sight was beautiful.

“You will tell me if you want me to stop, if you can’t tell me verbally, which I have a feeling you may go nonverbal, we have to come up with a way you can signal me to stop.” I watch her closely as I speak. “I want you to be able to trust me, like you’ve been saying, we need to learn how to communicate with each other.” Nodding, she was listening, taking in what I am saying and the practical nature of it. I hoped she understood this was about making sure it would be good for her but also for her mental health.

“I’d rather you did speak to me, I don’t want you accidentally stabbing me or something. Do you have a weapon?” I ask. “No…” That didn’t make me feel confident. “Why do I think that wouldn’t matter, that you could probably kill me with your bare hands?” She smiled then, a little pleased with what to her was praise.

“Yeah, I thought so. I don’t want either of us getting hurt. I want, one day to be able to grab you by the hair, shove you up against a wall and fuck you roughly.” Her eyes popped a little at that, I knew what she liked, I had been listening after all. Taking note of every fantasy and turn on she had told me about these past few years. “But we need to test your limits, find out what you like.” I meant it, I wanted to do this right. “For you too,” she whispered.

“Babe, I’m already hard just seeing you laying down in my bed, I’m a very simple man with simple needs.” It was true and it caused her to giggle. “I promise you, once we have you in a better place, I will lay back and let you do whatever you want to me,” eyebrow raised in challenge, “well, maybe not whatever, I might have my limits too!” She held out her hand to me, “together?” I took hold of her hand, leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the back of it. “Yes, we'll figure it out together”

“Ok” She nodded to me. “Yeah?” I ask, keeping a close eye on her. “So, are you going to eat me out or are you all talk?” That change in tone was fast. Smirking, I replied, “you shouldn't have fucking said that.”

It’s to the sound of her giggling that I pin her down by placing both hands on her hips. Bending my head down to her pussy, I take my tongue and lick just once. It was silent for a moment before we both moaned together.

“Cole,” She whimpers as I gently use my fingers to spread her folds, so moist and slick from how turned on she is. I love it, I can’t get enough as I am desperate to dive back in. It’s almost overwhelming because there’s so much I want to do but given the option, I'm freezing up. Spurred on by feelings of Luna's fingers in my hair, her gentle scratch of her nails against my scalp. I move my mouth back to her beautiful cunt. Warm, welcoming, I can only guess how truly fucking amazing it will feel as I sink my cock into her, soon. Not yet. Right now, I am going to get to know every single part of her pussy.

“Mine, all mine,” I whisper as I look up at her, eyes half closed as she just allows herself to feel every touch of my fingers and tongue. I’ve barely done anything and she’s melting into me, her legs spread sinfully wide as she continues to move her fingers over my scalp. I want her to grip my hair, I better give her a reason to.

I can feel the smile spread across my face as I look towards her cunt. I take one deep breath and steady myself, genuinely excited to be right here with her, like this.

I use one hand to play with her folds, running my fingers gently between her lips as she moans softly. I tease her opening as I imagine all the toys I am going to enjoy using on her.Once, I was worried by all the toys she had, excited but also intimidated and yet, now I can’t wait to see what I can stuff her pussy with. Oh, I’ll have fun with my cock but seeing her taking those toys, the different thicknesses, lengths, shapes. It’s hot and I’m harder than I’ve ever been, my hips moving slightly with anticipation. I want to be inside of her. I won’t, I’m going to use my fingers and tongue and nothing else today.

Finding her clit, the swollen little lump I press my lips to it gently and hear the massive intake of breath and watch in amusement as her stomach contracts, involuntarily raising her off the bed a little. I smile over her pussy, up to her as she makes eye contact with me. “Sensitive?” I don't have to ask, I could see how unprepared she was for just that contact. I do it again while we look at each other, I got what I wanted and can feel her tugging onto my hair with her hand.

I love her.

We’ve a long way to go to get her body used to me, to being worshipped and pampered. This is the bare minimum though, isn’t it? This is what should be done absolutely every single time before penetration I think, angry again but I’ll keep myself together for her, this is about her, not me.

I kiss her clit again, finding the small bud adorable as I lick and kiss it, touching my lips as softly as I can to not overdo it for her. She starts to push me away.

“Ok, ok,” I smile, she’s shaking already, it’s cute but I move away, “I told you,” I kiss her thigh instead, taking a little route around the edge of right leg. Instead, I kiss her over parts that are less sensitive and more to tease, keeping well away from my new favourite plaything and take my time, pressing instead a finger inside of her.

“Would you like to stop?” I ask, bringing myself up to kiss her on the tip of her nose. It’s a soft gesture, I am enjoying these. My mouth is soaking wet, covered with her juices and I lick my lips, enjoying the taste of her. I can honestly say I’ve never enjoyed doing that as much as I have this afternoon with Sundrop.

It does make a difference when there is some form of emotional connection. Previously when I’ve done this, it’s been more like ticking something off a to-do list.

She nods, struggling to breath and flushed in the face. Her face has taken on this cute redness that shows how much she’s enjoyed herself too. “I’m sorry,” she’s quick with the apology, I shake my head at her. “Don’t apologise,” I say. She looks at me funny, still trying to gather herself so instead I pull down her jumper. It’s her jumper already, it’ll never be mine again. I fix it in place so that she’s a little more covered, not because I want her to be, I’d be happy if she was naked, but I want her to feel safe.

I pick her up from where she’s been half laying down on her back and pull her into my chest, holding her close. “If you were to do something and the TV got broken, you’d apologise for that. If you, I don’t know, accidentally, I don’t know, the only examples I can think of off the top of my head are to do with accidentally breaking something. But what I mean to say is that those are the kind of things you apologise for. You don’t apologise for saying no or wanting to stop.” I take her face in my hands for a moment, make sure we’re looking at one another while I speak. She is listening, I hope she’s taking it in. “Ok?” She leans into me, I feel her fist gripping my t-shirt and she just snuggles in, “Ok Cole.”

It’s going to take time. “So, I don’t apologise for not being able to come?” I kiss the top of her head, “No, you don’t and I’m not apologising for not being able to get you there, because it’s not something to apologise for.” I kiss her again, hold her tighter, “It’s something we both must help each other learn. We talk, and we try things, and we take our time.”

She smiles into my chest, “thank you.”

Chapter 43

Cole: Later January 2025

She looks beautiful as she crosses the room towards me. I have my own worries about being with her, I haven’t fucked anyone in years. I’ve only been using my hand and a few of the toys were spoken about when we were dating. The cock ring, some lube. I wanted to play with her toys, she wanted me to and to use them on me as well. Maybe we’ll be able to do that now.

Part of me is concerned I might finish a little too enthusiastically and disappoint her. She seems to only have been disappointed by men sexually and I don’t want to be one of them.

The cute lilac Pj trousers fall to the floor where she takes them off. Standing in front of where I am sitting back on the couch, she watches me take in her body. All she’s now wearing is a baggy t-shirt and clearly has nothing on underneath it. The outline of her amazing tits is obvious through the thin fabric. I can now see the pair of lilac panties to match the pjs she’s wearing. There are fuzzy pink socks on her feet too. I tell her to take them off. It’s a harsh gruff noise and I'm even surprised by how rough I sound.

It’s taking all my self-control to keep my arse planted firmly on this couch and to not stand and grab her, push her down and take her right now. I do not want to give her any reason to be afraid of me. I want her to be in control of this. This is vulnerable for us both. I want her so much though. This time with her has been killing me.

I take a deep breath as she takes off the socks, pulling one off at a time and dropping them on the floor. We keep eye contact now, staring at one another intently. She’s licking her lips, a habit she’s always had. One that has always driven me wild. She bites her lip next, again, something else she’s always done, and my cock could not be any more rock hard if it tried. I’m in pain. It's so thick and solid for her. I’m worried I’m going to come before she even touches me. How fucking pathetic. How fucking embarrassing.

Taking off her panties, Luna kicks them to the side and walks over to me. Almost as if she can sense how much I’m struggling and climbs up onto my lap. She is looking right at me still, now, with her legs straddling my thighs. Silently Sundrop reaches down and pulls off the baggy t-shirt she's wearing and leaves it somewhere behind her.

I moan out loud, seeing her completely naked on my lap. No matter how many times I’ve seen her naked these past weeks, each time is like the first time. It’s almost too much for me. I’m in just my boxers and awkwardly pull them down. She shuffles a little, shifting her weight so I can take them off my thighs, pushing them all the way off before she gets herself comfortable on my lap again.

I take in her beautiful face, still worried about touching her knowing this is it, the first time I’ll get to fuck her. I’m so worried about making a bad impression. She must see the concern on my face, knowing this is something we spoke about before. Placing her hand gently on my face, she strokes her thumb lovingly against my cheek. I watch her curiously as she brings her face closer to mine and places the smallest and most gentle of kisses on my forehead.

I freeze at the gesture. It’s so genuine and lovely that I get lost a little for a moment. “We don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to.” She pulls back and keeps eye contact with me. She wants me to know how serious she is.

Consent matters to her. Matters to me too but that’s not what this is about. “I’m worried I’m going to disappoint you.” She places her hand against my bare chest. “Firstly, if you’re worried about coming too quickly,” I wince at the way she says it, it hits a nerve, “then you should just get it over with. We can have a laugh about it and try again… and again…” She bounces on my lap every time she says the word “again.” I like the sound of getting to fuck her repeatedly, “Besides, I’d be insulted if you can be inside this magical pussy” She points at the beautiful sight in front of me, her gorgeous cunt, to emphasis the point, “and not immediately explode!”

I laugh, she smiles at me and kisses me then, sliding her wet cunt closer to me, showing me how soft and soaked she is already. “Besides, I have been waiting a long time to feel you come inside of me” I feel her rock her hips towards me, causing her pussy to press against my hard cock. “I want to feel you come inside of me.” I close my eyes in absolute bliss and find myself knowing I’ve been overthinking far too much, for far too long. “You know how much I’ve wanted to feel your cum drip out of me.”

If she wants my cock, I should just let her have it. “It’s yours.” It’s the only words I can manage.

We’d had this conversation a few times. About how badly she wanted my cock and even now, with her taking her clothes off for me, climbing onto my lap and kissing me, fucking kissing me like this. There is a part of me that never trusted her, never believed her. She had told me she wanted me, that she wanted my cock. It was never just about sex for her. Sex is spiritual, sex is a physical and emotional connection for her. She told me so many times, she gets emotionally attached through sex and she wanted to fuck me. I should have listened to what she said, trusted her and believed her. None of this was to trick me or fuck with me.

I know that now and I am a fucking idiot for not accepting her love sooner. She could have my cock; it was hers and I was hers and she could have me for all time. I still had my eyes closed as I felt the smirk against my mouth, she was silent, but I felt the air around her change. What had been soft a moment ago, became sharp as she moved with predatory focus. “It always was.”

The pure entitlement. I should have been offended but something in me stirred, nothing could have made my cock harder than it already was, but the desire was skyrocketing inside of me. That was all it took and something inside of me snapped open. I gripped her throat and pushed her back onto the couch, flipping us over quickly.

Her eyes flashed for a moment, shock, and it was so satisfying.

Those dark brown eyes were wild. A raging storm flashing wildly behind those chocolate brown eyes, dark as her hair and dark as her soul beneath. Feeling emboldened by her, I bared my teeth at her, no better than a wild animal and brought my mouth down to the sensitive skin at her neck. I moved my hand as I did, I wanted to keep control of her but give myself enough space to bring my mouth in close. I ran my teeth against her skin as I pressed my naked body down on top of her.

She was still beneath me, waiting for me. I bit her neck, just enough to leave a bite mark on her, claiming her as mine. The only sound she made was a sharp intake of breath, the only sign that she had even noticed me biting her.

This was more control than I was used to with her. I had expected her to fight, to claw for dominance and yet, she was giving me a chance here. A chance to lead. Be the man she wanted, I was finding I could be, would be for her. I was enjoying this.

I licked her neck and pulled back so I could watch her and found her eyes already on me. Watching, waiting.

I pushed my knee between her legs, “open.” I told her. The smile didn’t reach her eyes, it didn’t have to. Approval as she did exactly what I asked her too.

I ran my other hand down her body as I balanced myself in between the cushions of the oversized couch. She was beautiful underneath me and I wanted her, I needed her pussy now. It had been too long a road to finally get here but I was grateful all the same. I had to be inside of her now. I touched her pussy with two gentle fingers, revenant at being allowed such a privilege. We both made a whimpering sound as I felt how wet she was. I could have cried but my rock-solid cock was painful as it strained against me, twitching, desperate for her. Desperate to fuck her, come inside of her and finally claim her as mine.

I lost my resolve for a few seconds as I looked at her. I knew the desperation was clear on my face. She reached her hand up to me, stroking her thumb against my cheek again and I leaned into her. Kissing her and feeling her lips welcome me again was all the reassurance I needed as I looked at her. I kept my eyes focused on her and lined myself up to her entrance.

I was in danger of coming all over her perfect cunt as the tip of my dick felt the bliss and wonder that was Sundrop’s pussy. She had more than once described it as magical and I knew it. I knew it then and as I realised, I was kind of on my knees while on top of her, it felt like I was praying. Maybe I should.

Smiling at me now, I took my hand from her throat and did something I had only ever dreamed of and never even told her. I held her tightly and I thrust into her as I stared at her beautiful big brown eyes. I almost died as I made it all the way inside in the first go. No help although I’d want her to put me inside of her too, that would be so fucking hot.

We both moaned in absolute bliss as the sensation of me bottoming out inside of her. I stayed still for a moment to adjust to her wetness and warmth. There were tears in my eyes as I felt my cock be squeezed and held tightly by her cunt. Suctioned in and it was as if she was making good on her promise to never let me go. I felt her arms around me, and she was pulling me in as close as possible. “Don’t let go,” was all she whispered, a strained noise coming from her.

“Never,” was all the speech I could manage but she looked relieved by whatever she saw in my face. My absolute love and devotion for her. She was a fucked up, perverted psychopath like I was. We had achieved something with this coming together that was supposed to be impossible. Absolute and utter acceptance for one another, love that was unconditional and strong.

A genuine partner in crime and someone who would lie to the police and hide a body for me. I knew I had been selfish for pushing her away, but I could never have imagined that letting her in would be such a world changing experience for me. I hated change, dreaded it. I didn’t mind little disruptions, but she was a volcano and had caused so much trouble for me by just existing. I wouldn’t waste a second more and would dedicate my life to her. She was mine and I was hers and that was that.

I leaned down and kissed her forehead, it was a gentler kiss than I possibly felt capable of then. I watched as she closed her eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of it, the intimacy and love in the gesture. I hadn’t moved my hips, had kept my body still for as long as possible. I had the love of my life beneath me, enjoying my kisses. I was going to fuck her for all her worth.

“Are you ready?” I whispered to her, bringing my lips closer to her ear, giving her earlobe a little suck as I brought my mouth to her jaw and placed soft kisses along before finding her mouth.

Kissing me first, she pushed towards me, raising her hips to meet me, opening those legs further showing me exactly what she wanted.

Opening her eyes, that glazed loving look disappeared as the fire was set ablaze with the word, “yes.”

I fucked her then. Bringing my cock back out of her sopping wet pussy so that only the tip remained, I think I would have died if I had removed myself completely. Then rammed every hard inch back inside of her. The explosion of the base of my cock and balls hitting against that perfect cunt and ass was all either of us needed. The sound that came out of her was demonic almost as I fucked her roughly. I placed my hand back on her throat and held her tightly, watching her the whole time. We fought one another with eye contact, refusing to look away or even blink but every time I cracked my hips and the full length of my cock into her, her eyes closed involuntarily. It pissed her off as she couldn’t control it.

I would have laughed but I was panting too hard, moaning rapidly and trying to keep my own control and pace as I felt heaven and hell all at the same time. I grew more unstable with every moment I spent inside of her.

I always said that she would make me lose my mind completely and I was in danger of crossing those lines with her body beneath me like this.

I want to fuck every part of her, her mouth, her ass and this pussy all night and all day. I need to always keep myself deep inside of her. I wanted to fuck every hole, in every possible position but fucking her like this was perfection. I lost myself in the soaking wetness of her pussy. My poor dick was being squeezed and squashed with every stroke inside of her. I gasped loudly as I felt her nails dig into my back and she scratched down.

I remember once telling her how much I liked that and enjoyed the pain of it. I hoped she had drawn blood. I wanted her to lick it from me. I think she had offered? I can’t think as I fuck her cunt raw. My balls aching and heavy, my asshole shooting up with sparks as I know I’m not going to be able to last for long. I want to keep going; to fuck her all night but I won’t be able to keep this going.

She’s so wet, I can feel her gushing fluids as my cock goes in and out of her, ramming into her pussy with all my might. Once she told me how much pleasure she gets from the outside contact, not so much anything inside. I’d investigate that plenty but right now, I wanted her to come. I had been able to make her cum with my tongue and fingers. I could make her come with my dick.

I reached down between us, our bodies too tightly pressed against each other though. She liked being as close to me physically as she could. I wouldn’t make jokes with her about wearing my skin, because she might like that. I laughed suddenly; she stared at me. I could only shake my head and kiss her.

Pressing my tongue into her mouth and sighing at the perfection of her. I arched my back a bit, pulling away a little so I could rub her clit. The moaning noise that came from her, letting me know I was touching the right place. I knew she didn’t fake; it was something I’d learned with her. Noises she made often but never faked an orgasm. If it didn’t happen, it didn’t. I rubbed her clit in circles, and she dug her nails into me harder. I wanted to make her come, I was going to come, that was definite.

I kept as steady a rhythm of fucking her as I could. My dick being pulled by her to stay inside of her. I was panting heavily, crying out as I kept rocking my hips towards her. She kept her legs pulled up and wide, giving me so much access to how wide she was spread open. I rubbed her clit up and down how she liked, going around in circles and back up and down.

Luna was biting her lip as she stared at me, her eyes going wide and she was rocking her hips, meeting me as I stroked my big, hard cock inside of her beautiful fucking pussy. Before long, she was arching her back into me, she went a little quiet. The moaning and cries going softer as surprise struck her, coming beneath me as I kept rubbing her clit and fucking my whole length inside of her. She held me tightly, crying out towards the end as her back arched further. I felt her legs tighten around me as she came, her toes curled. It was her crying out my name, “Cole” that pushed me over the edge.

Her pussy turned vice like as she gripped me tightly with every part of her, it was almost painful. That final firm squeeze, that sound of my name escaping her lips like that. Made me come, everything in my body tightening up and relaxing quicker than I could process. It struck me across my whole body, my ass, my balls and my stomach getting the worst of it.

As soon as it happened, I felt lighter than I ever had. We both relaxed into each other's arms, her hold tight but not as sore as it had been. I felt grateful for her, so honoured and thankful. I lay there; my cock buried deep inside of her. It twitched as it spurted out ropes of come into her pussy.

I kissed her then, softly and slowly breathing her name repeatedly. I softened inside of her but neither one of us wanted to move. I’d remain there as long as she wanted. I watched her close her eyes, enjoying the closeness. I decided then to do the same, to just enjoy being here with her. We can do whatever we want now. We have each other.

The pub is quiet, and Frankie is drinking a full pint as I sit there with my silly little alcopop, a purple one this time. Of course it's purple, just like my bedroom which has recently been painted a tranquil shade of lilac. My angel has, using my debit card, purchased some new lilac bed sheets and updated a few things in the room, like throws and pillows in her signature colour. I liked the way the room was before, but the way she has it now feels more like a home. It was a bachelor pad previously.

I’d happily paint the whole flat whatever colour she wanted just to see the smile on her face as she wakes up. It’s worth every moment and every penny spent.

Frankie stares at me, waiting for me to say something. I have been quiet these weeks. Busy, very busy with my Goddess of a girlfriend who I will at the very least ask to marry me. Will we get married? I’m not sure. I’m committed to her either way, the legality of it is irrelevant. I‘d happily sign any papers for her to have every penny I own; she can have it all. Nothing matters without her; nothing ever really did.

“How are things?” He finally asks. I stare at him for a moment before answering, “fucking amazing, you?” “I’m worried that she’ll do to you what she did to Graham.” I visibility fucking flinch at the sound of his name. That fucking piece of shit. Anger, rage and every raw emotion turns to a never-ending pit of desire to kill him.

The more time I have spent with Sundrop and specifically with her body, the time I’m taking to familiarise myself with her, and her with me… It's shown me how much worse what the vile cunt did to her, than either of us realised. Even she didn’t understand how bad it had been until I had tried touching her in certain ways. Her body locks up, she reacts to the strangest things, but I know, I know what he has done to her and the fact that Frankie can still, after all this time, defend him. It makes me fucking sick.

I think I’m about to cut him out of my life. I said I wouldn't though. Luna was worried that if after starting to date her, if I stop hanging out with my lifelong friends and cutting people off, then it would play into Graham's smear campaign of painting her as the abuser. That it would be seen as her isolating me, making a victim out of me like he says she did to him.

Little does he know that she likes to leave her real victims in pieces, usually with their cocks specifically torn to shreds.

So, I promised to behave but if he keeps pissing me off then they could both get fucked. I had the only person I wanted, and I didn't care. I would not listen to another bad word said about my wife.

Maybe I did want to marry her, just so I could call her that. It had a nice ring to it.

“She used to be your friend too you know,” I say, throwing in a little manipulation myself. Frankie it’s shocked him into silence. Good. “What?” Is all he can manage, setting his drink down as his hands tremble. “Yeah.” He stays silent as I finish, making sure to look at him as

I say, “You will need to accept that Luna and I are together, and I will not be allowing Graham or even the mention of him, anywhere near her.”

Thankfully Frankie doesn’t want to stay at the pub with me for any longer. We say our goodbyes and I head over towards my car. I’ve barely even had the one drink, but he is off to meet a different friend, going back to theirs. The night is chill and all I can think of is getting home to my baby, getting comfortable into our new routine together. I haven’t managed to get her to move out of her rented house into my flat, but I’m working on her. I know she wants to, but something is holding her back. She has, however, been staying over practically every night.

It’ll happen, one day it’ll just happen, and she’ll be with me every day.

I go to unlock my car door, smiling and moving happily despite the cold until I hear a noise. It’s a small sound, like a baby crying. That freaks me out initially when I realise there cannot be an actual baby crying in a car park at night in a pub. What the fuck am I hearing?

I’m embarrassed when I realise it’s not a baby but a skinny little ginger kitten, sitting tucked behind my front wheel. I’m fucking glad I was paying attention. Even I would have been horrified at hurting a kitten. I’ve always liked cats. I’ve heard a lot about narcissists hating cats and yet I’ve realised that may be true, cats are highly intelligent animals that can sense the pathetic waste of space like that. Psychopaths however, I know that cats are natural predators like I am, so we have an understanding, almost a mutual respect.

This baby is so tiny and all I can think of is Luna and this little ginger kitten and wonder if she is dressed and up for an adventure this evening. I had left her to meet Frankie while she had been wrapped up in a thick, soft blanket on the couch with some herbal tea and a book. She’s been reading some of my favourites, and I’ve been reading more of hers.

I lean down towards the little thing and reach out my hand, it’s squawking loudly now. I laugh as gently as I can, and it comes running on its tiny legs towards me. It’s filthy and probably covered in fleas. It’ll need food, a litter tray and a bath. I pick her up, deciding it’s a girl kitten and open my car door. It’s small enough to fit in my pocket but I’ll keep a hold of them while I’m driving. I’m not that far, it’s a short drive. We’ll get home safely. The kitten squeals at me, it’s thick with dirt as I get a good look at it. I leave my car door open for a few moments trying to hear if there are any more in the area. Siblings or maybe the mother but there is only silence.

After what I feel is enough time, I manage to take a picture of the kitten and send it to Luna, telling her to put some clothes on and wait for me. That I’ll be home in a few minutes. Asda is just across the road there, but this is a trip for us both and our new kitten, “We have to go get your mummy.” I say to her; she squeaks wildly in agreement. I see the messages coming through, multiple ones mostly of happy emojis and know she’s excited. I can't wait to see Luna, show her the kitten. A pet, that is a normal thing for us both to have together. We should get a plant together, something that between the two of us we can keep alive. Now a kitten, in our new home together.

It’s the beginning of a perfect life.