Page 29 of The Fixer

“Should I keep the place? As, like… a getaway.” To be honest, I wanted nothing more than to demolish this house, but redecorating could be fun too.

Swaggering into the hallway that led to the vast living room, Sascha pulled a thoughtful face at my probing. “We can move in together…”

My heart thudded hard as anxiety gripped me in its vice.

Expectancy flooded Sascha’s eyes as he kicked open the sliding door to the living area without breaking eye contact. “You have this huge place and no one to tell you not to do whatever you want with it. It’s a big house… the only reason we haven’t moved in together is because we both wanted our own space. If you really wanted to, I’m sure we could avoid each other easily, too.”

I paused. “Um, c-can I think about it a little? I don’t know if I want to find out if paint isn’t enough to make me able to tolerate this place.”

“Of course. I’ve only seen three rooms, so we can both do a little searching. Right now, we’re gonna search this sofa for lint.”

Giggling as Sascha jostled us on the couch, I ran my fingers through his hair. Holding himself above me, his expression softened with tenderness.

So gently, he reached to stroke my cheek. “I love you, Ophelia. I would still love it if you’d wear the ring I bought you.”

I licked my lips heavily. “Maybe not until I offer without the fear of death looming over me.” My cheek twitched as I fought a frown.

Sascha’s brows now furrowed in concern.

“I shouldn’t have said that then, or for that reason. No one is more important to me than you, Sascha.” Arching slightly at the discomfort wedging between my shoulder blades, I rolled both my lips between my teeth.

“I’d marry you if you let me, you stubborn, terrible woman. We don’t have to get married to spend the rest of our lives together, Oppie. You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met and I’m humbled by everything you are.”

“You shouldn’t be a sidekick… relationships are supposed to be equal.”

“Ah, yes. But I’m a little too old to be kickin’ ass and I’m not that good at it, anyway. Best leave that to the professional.” Ducking to nibble my chin, Sascha’s beard tickled my skin. White teeth grazed my pulse point, his lips curling in a smile. “This time, it won’t be quick.”

Heat burrowed deep in my abdomen and my knees tightened against his sides. Gasping when Sascha trailed fire down my neck, I fiddled with his shirt buttons with trembling fingers. My core pulsed with desire, and he licked and kissed my throat with hungry grumbles. Rolling his shirt back to reveal broad shoulders, I arched into his mouth. Roaming his shoulders and back with clammy palms, my arms blanketed in goosebumps.

Sascha didn’t have rock hard muscles; he was someone that could behandled, not clung to. Reaching down to grab his ass, a groan escaped me when he ground his bulge against me. He gasped, sucking the heat from my skin, as I squeezed and he pulled back to gaze at me with eyes sparkling with need. “I like your ass, Sascha. It’s better than mine.” Rolling us onto his back, I straddled Sascha’s waist to roll my hips.

He smirked, his beard ruffling as his fingers slipped under my thick, three day old shirt. “It’s a good thing I don’t take offense to that. Your tits are better than mine.” Pulling off my shirt completely, Sascha palmed my waist and licked his lips heavily. “Are you gonna let me see them, or just tease me with this pretty, purple bra?” Pushing himself onto his elbows, he cocked a brow insistently.

“Did you spend all that time praising me just for a nip slip?” Rolling my eyes, I crawled off the sofa to crook my finger at him. “Fine, sit up. Since you did a great job cheering me up, IguessI can make up the last few days of being a bitch.”

“You’re so good to me, Oppie…” Grabbing my wrist, Sascha tugged me back to his chest. “But I’d rather have your ass on my cock than in my face.”

20

Ophelia

Grinding against the throbbing juncture between my legs, Sascha braced his arms on either side of my head. His lips trailed fire up my neck to capture my own, as a shiver of delight skittered down my spine. Enjoying the feel of him, the friction of the coarse hairs on his chest tickling my breasts, a moan bubbled up from deep in my chest. My lips parted without prompting as I caressed his back and sides with greedy palms. Sascha’s thick, hot cock separated only by a thin layer of lace taunted me. We rocked in sync, hearts slamming against each other between even thinner layers of sweat. He wasn’t young anymore, but he’d always satisfied me and more.

Maybe it was because I’d never been with another man, but Sascha was perfect for me in every way. I didn’twantto be with another man.No… I physically can’t be with another man.

His taste invaded my senses as his tongue wrapped around mine and I released all my thoughts into the dusky pink cloud that hazed my mind. Gliding my palms down his back, I squeezed his ass to tilt my hips and lose myself in him. He was firm, but not hard ? soft, but not dainty ? muscular, but not disgustingly so ? and he still had a better ass than me.

I could feel Sascha’s impatience under my skin, buzzing like electricity as he lifted himself onto clammy palms. Gasping at the rush of cold air breezing down my sternum, I arched sharply. Goosebumps pocked my legs when Sascha pinned them down to shuffle over them. The sinewy muscles in his arms and chest flexed faintly when I managed to crack open my eyes and my mouth watered. Need gripped my stomach and throat in a vice, the thick hairs on his thighs burning my sides.

The weight of him was comfortable. I reached to pump Sascha’s glorious cock as hunger twisted my insides and clouded my eyes. Licking the thick vein on the underside of his shaft, my moan and his gasp danced together in the air. The bridge of my nose tingled as I sucked his heavy sac lightly. High above me, Sascha flopped his head back, gripping the back ledge of the sofa tightly.

Pausing my hand to spit, I pinched the head of his cock lightly between my thumb and forefinger. The soft planes of Sascha’s chest rippled in pleasure as I palmed the flushed length of his cock. His heady taste coated all of my mouth while he thrust his hips as he sputtered gutturally. Grazing my teeth down, I savored the taste of him on the roof of my mouth.

Reaching back, Sascha worked his hand under my thong, lifting my ass when the fabric strained. Kicking off my panties, I focused entirely on slathering his cock. Here, in this moment, it was just us, and no one could pop the bubble encasing us.

Wrapping my lips around the mushroom head of his cock, I groaned as the bead balancing on the tip coated my inner cheeks. Sascha’s gasp was music beyond the blood drumming in my ears. His thick leg hairs rubbed my nipples raw when he thrust into my mouth. Gagging slightly when he bumped the back of my mouth, I closed my eyes as my tongue wrapped around him.

“Fuck— Ophelia!“