31 Days of Summer (31 Days #2) (32 page)

‘Turn around and face the wall, palms flat on it
and part your legs,’ he barked sternly, but the twinkle in his eyes gave away
just how much he was enjoying this power play. I did as instructed and
grimaced. My nipples were so swollen they were painful and the throbbing
between my legs was intense. If he could turn me on this much with just a few
orders, I’d happily role play every time, though I’d still want to moan “Dan”
every now and again. I heard him groan and the crack of some twigs under his
feet, then suddenly his warm palm was caressing my backside. I moaned to feel
the effect such a simple act had on me, but the moan soon turned to a squeal as
my body was jerked upwards, as my lace thong was ripped upwards and torn into
pieces and flung on the floor next to me. I felt his foot gently kick each of
my ankles, indicating for me to spread my legs further, which I did immediately
as I felt myself flood. There was something about being half naked outside,
with the fresh air skimming your privates that just added to how horny this
whole experience was. ‘Jesus, you’re absolutely soaking,’ Dan gasped.

‘Yes,’ I whispered. ‘Because of you, you turn me
on so much.’

‘For me,’ he stated proudly.

‘For you, only you,’ I repeated with a nod, as I
looked at him over my shoulder and was rewarded with his index finger ploughing
through my slick folds.

‘Damn right only me,’ he growled, as he plunged
two fingers coarsely into my depths, eliciting a startled, pleasurable cry from
me. ‘Stay still, no bucking, no thrusting and no coming until I tell you to.’

‘Yes,’ I moaned as I fought against the urge to
move my body in time with his fingers moving rapidly in and out of me, the
sensation of pleasure building higher and higher. I gasped as I felt a stinging
slap on my bottom, the heat radiating rapidly.

‘Yes what?’ he barked, as his fingers ceased all
movement.

‘Yes, Sir,’ I called. Every sense was heightened,
my arousal at its peak. I’d never have imagined a simple spank and being bossed
around sexually could be so damn erotic. I squealed as he twisted his fingers
and gently curved them inwards, stimulating my g-spot.

‘You’ve never been so wet, Ellie. I can’t wait to
lick you, to suck on that greedy clit of yours as you beg me for more. I love
drinking you in, especially when you’re full of my come, sweet and salt
combined, evidence of our passion for each other. Do you want that? To feel me
nudging my way into you, stretching your tight little muscles, bruising you internally,
spurting and filling you with my come. Is that what you want?’

‘Yes, yes, YES, Sir,’ I sobbed, fighting the
intense desire to come was torture. Tensing up and holding my breath helped,
but him talking to me like that, talking
dirty
as his skilled fingers
worked inside me was too much. I was so close to losing it. I felt him tuck in
behind me, bend over and tug my ear lobe between his teeth.

‘I love you, Ellie Baxter,’ he murmured. ‘Come for
me, baby.’

‘Dan,’ I mewled, as I let go and my orgasm ripped
through me, pleasure expanding outwards from where his fingers were tightly
embedded in me. His other hand palmed my stomach to help me stay upright as my
climax ravaged my body and mind. As my response slowed and my eyes refocused,
he withdrew his fingers and his hands moved under my t-shirt to cup my breasts
and gently squeezed.

‘I’ll let you off that slip of the tongue given
you were so blissed out. God I want to fuck you. Do you have any idea what a
beautiful sight you are bent over like this? That curvaceous backside tempting
me, your hot, wet, pink and snug cunt quivering as it waits for my attentions.
You have a direct hotline to my cock, Miss Baxter. No one’s ever had me this
crazed about a woman before.’

‘So stop talking and fuck me, Sir,’ I ordered with
a half-smile, anticipating the swift spank that followed that had my eyes
close, jaw drop and back arch.

‘I think you’re liking submitting to me,’ he
purred as he kissed my neck.

‘I’ll take you any way I can get you, Sir,’ I
sighed as I tilted my head, offering up my sensitive skin for his lips to move
across.

‘Yes, you will, whenever I desire it. You’re mine
to pleasure now. I’ll give you bliss on a scale you’ve never experienced
before, you’ll crave me all the time, miss my cock buried inside you, my hands
touching your skin.’ He slowly moved his hands along my body, as I let out a
soft sigh of contentment. If ever there was a man I wanted to be owned by, it
was Oliver Daniel Davenport. He straightened up, trailing his finger down my
spine and down the crack of my butt cheeks and I tensed as he slowly circled my
puckered opening. ‘One day I’m going to show you the delights of anal play, my
tongue, my fingers and ultimately my cock will pleasure you here and you’ll beg
me to do it again.’

‘O God,’ I moaned as a shiver of excitement
skimmed my body. His hands moved down the back of my thighs and calves as he
crouched behind me, before he tapped each ankle, indicating that he wanted me
to spread my legs even further. I could feel my arousal seeping out of me,
desperate to have his solid cock nestled inside me.  I arched again as his warm
tongue flicked gently against my swollen clit, immediately making me tremble
again as his groan vibrated through me. He eased my buttocks apart to give him
better access and sucked on my clit and puffed up lips at the same time. ‘Uh …
uhhhhh
.’

‘Hmmm,’ he sighed as he lapped at me, occasionally
forcing his tongue inside me until I was begging him to finish me off, which he
did swiftly. I didn’t have a chance to fully recover before he forced his way
inside me, groaning loudly as I started to sob, overwhelmed with satisfaction.
Zac and Matt had never felt so good inside me, nor taken the time to explore my
body selflessly.

‘Sir,’ I cried, loving the feeling of him swelling
inside me at the term.

‘O God, I lose all fucking control when I’m inside
you,’ he uttered. ‘No one ever felt so good.’ He started to power in and out of
me with such force I had to brace my elbows, to stop myself from collapsing on
the rough stone wall in front of me. I could hear the combined noise of my
mewls of pleasure and his grunts as he fought the urge to come. When he leaned
over me again and slid a hand around my side to finger my clit as well, I
started to quake as my body lost normal feeling and started to soar. I felt
like I was levitating and high all at once, it was indescribably good.

‘Uh … ah …
Dan,
O God, Dan,’ I panted, as
he continued to fuck me showing no signs of slowing down. I could imagine him
with his face screwed up in pleasure, his eyelids hanging heavy, his jaw
clenched and breathing coming fast. He was like this for me,
for me.
The
thought had my body tense up as my muscles rippled around his shaft.

‘Fuck,’ he yelled. ‘You’d better be close.’

‘Yes,’ I whimpered, as his thrusts became harder,
lifting me up onto the tips of my toes and I bit my forearm to stop myself from
screaming.

‘Come for me baby, come now,’ he demanded, his
baritone tremors like silk moving across my ears.

‘O … my …
God,
’ I moaned, the noise muffled
by my arm pressed against my lips. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, as
it felt like my head exploded along with my core, as utter joy surged through
my body.

‘Ellie, you fucking wreck me,’ he uttered on the
crest of a roar that came from deep within, his fingers boring into my hips as
he thrust one final time, threatening to shatter my womb. He yanked me upright
as I spasmed again and again, his strong forearms wrapped around my shoulders,
my back against his chest as his cock continued to flex inside me, his heat
warming me to the core.

‘You can talk,’ I laughed between gasps for air.
He nosed through my hair, kissing me in that spot that just crucified me and
had me turn to liquid in his arms. He moved a hand up to clutch my chin and
tilt my head back and to the side so he could take my mouth possessively, his
tongue dancing with mine. I wanted time to freeze, to hold us in this blissed
out state where all that mattered was how we felt about each other. Could I
really love him this much already? What would sex with him be like when we knew
each other’s bodies even more? When I’d been with him for months, or years
even? My mind didn’t have the capacity to comprehend my heart holding any more
love than it already did for him and Oliver, with Brooke and Molly in there too,
it was already bursting at the seams. ‘I love you,
so
much,’ I sighed as
he pulled away slightly, leaving his lips lingering against mine as we
exchanged air. He ran his thumb along my jaw bone as he closed his eyes and let
out a contented sigh.

‘You really mean that?’

‘Yes, even at your most moody and cantankerous, I
was just programmed to fall for you.’

‘And now?’

‘My programs on full spin, I feel dizzy and
whiplashed whenever I’m with you, you batter all of my senses until I’m a
beautiful mess.’

‘You are beautiful, inside and out. How the hell
did my luck change and bring you to me?’ he asked as he brushed his lips along
mine, sparks of pleasure igniting between us.

‘Maybe the universe sensed we needed each other,’
I whispered as I held his gaze.

‘Right now it’s sensing our son needs us,’ he
laughed, as we heard him squeal down the baby monitor.

‘
Our
son,’ I smiled, loving hearing those
words come from his mouth.

‘I’m going to look after you both so well,’ he
stated with such sincerity in his voice I felt my eyes well up.

‘I never doubted it,’ I replied, as I kissed him one
last time before we uncoupled and went to see to him.

Sunday 12
^th
July ~ Year Two

Ellie

‘So, I’ve asked Mr. &
Mrs. McAdams to look after Oliver for us tonight so we can go out for a meal.’

‘What?’ I looked up at him surprised. We’d woken
early with Oliver wanting a feed, then when I’d got back into bed we’d watched
an amazing sunrise, then just make love for ages before I’d snuggled up against
him, loving how he captured me in his strong arms, keeping me as close as
possible.

‘I want to take you out for a nice meal, so you
can dress up and get to be Ellie, super sexy confident woman for the night,
instead of Ellie, mother.’

‘So being a mother I’m not super sexy and
confident anymore?’ I uttered, feeling offended.

‘That’s not what I meant,’ he frowned.

‘Then what
did
you mean?’ I replied as I
slapped his solid bicep.

‘I just thought you might like a break from being
a mum for the night, so you can dress up and feel good about yourself.’

‘I feel good about myself now, thank you very
much. I’m in better physical shape than I’ve ever been, I’m happier than ever
and you’re saying I need to change?’

‘Are you still experiencing mood swings from the birth?’
he enquired with a puzzled frown.

‘Not that I’m aware of, but keep pissing me off
and you may just coax them out,’ I uttered, as I snaked out of his grasp and
went to get up.

‘Hey, stop right there,’ he ordered, as he grabbed
my hand, yanked me back down again and quickly straddled me, holding my hands
above my head to stop me from moving.

‘Let me go,’ I snapped, feeling annoyed.

‘No. I don’t understand what I’ve done wrong. I
find you even sexier as a mother, the mother to my son, but I read that sometimes
women can feel like they lost a part of themselves. I was trying to be nice,
giving you a night out where it’s all about you, not him.’

‘My life’s never going to be all about me anymore,
Dan. Not for many years. I have a child, a child and a boyfriend. It’s about
both of you.’

‘Which is precisely the point I was trying to
make. Tonight I want it to be about you.’

‘You want to leave Oliver behind?’ I asked, as I
felt my heart racing. We’d only had one night apart, and I’d only been out for
a few hours.

‘He’ll be fine,’ Dan replied in a reassuring voice,
as he kissed me. ‘Mrs McAdams has had six children, she knows what she’s doing.
He
will
be fine.’

‘I’m sure he will be, it’s me I’m worried about,’
I protested.

‘Then it’s a good job that you have me to look
after you,’ he smiled, making my stomach knot. His smile could stop traffic.
His smile could stop my heart. I melted as he looked down at me. ‘What?’

‘You take my breath away,’ I whispered.

‘And you think you don’t have the same effect on
me?’

‘I do?’

‘I’d not been tempted by anyone in three years
when you breezed into my life, turned it upside down and then ran out of it,
only to stumble back into it and make me realise what I’d lost. I’m never
losing you again. Now kiss me and agree to go on a third date with me tonight.’

‘A third date?’

‘Yes,’ he nodded as he kissed me.

‘Second,’ I corrected with a smile.

‘Third.’

‘Second. The helicopter and waterfall was our
first date, so tonight is our second.’

‘Third,’ he insisted. ‘You forgot New Year at The
Stag.’

‘No, you told me that wasn’t a date, that we were
just going as friends.’

‘That was just my cover,’ he grinned. ‘I’d planned
to take you as my date all along, when you accepted the boathouse booking.’

‘You thought you’d bed me by then? That was your
goal when you accepted my booking?’

‘No. I wanted to see if you’d fall for Dan, not
Oliver, and to know what a date felt like again with a woman I wanted so badly.
To be reminded what it was to just have a normal life. I had no intention of
sleeping with you at all, much as I may have imagined it, let alone it
happening before then.’

‘You really felt that attracted to me just from my
photo?’ I blushed as his face softened and he kissed me again.

‘Yes,’ he murmured against my lips. ‘Just how you
felt when you saw me for the first time.’

‘Cocky boy,’ I laughed and lifted my head to kiss
him back and sighed happily.

‘
Very
cocky,’ he chuckled as he ground his
new erection into my pelvis making me catch my breath.

‘Again?’ I exclaimed. Neither of my previous partners
had bounced back as quickly as Dan did, let alone had his stamina.

‘Hmmm, what can I say, having you beneath me, at
my mercy like this is pretty damn hot. Tonight, you’ll call me Sir.’

‘Like yesterday?’ I felt my pulse and heart rate
quicken, I loved it when he was like this, all in charge. He moved to kiss my
neck and I closed my eyes and let out a soft groan.

‘Like yesterday, but this time I want to use
handcuffs and a blindfold,’ he whispered in my ear.

‘O shit,’ I sighed.

‘I take it that’s a yes?’

‘Ok,’ I nodded vigorously. The thought of it was
tempting enough, without him kissing my skin like this, his erection flexing
against my stomach and his masculine scent filling my nostrils. I managed to
kiss his neck back and gently bite it, which had him let out a groan of his
own, right around the time we heard a sudden cry down the baby monitor.

‘Leave him, I need you,’ Dan advised.

‘I can’t, that’s his soiled nappy cry and I don’t
want to leave him sitting in it, then he’s going to want a feed.’

‘How can you tell that’s a nappy cry?’ he asked as
he lifted his head to look at me. ‘One cry sounds just like all the others.’

‘Not to me,’ I smiled. ‘You’ll learn the
difference in time, I’ve had three months more practice than you.’ I tried to
sit up when he cried again, but Dan’s hands were still anchoring mine and his
body weight had me pinned to the mattress.

‘Stay in bed, I’ll go. As you said, I need the
practice to catch you up. Can’t have you outdoing me,’ he stated, as he gave me
a long, slow and tender kiss that had my head tingling. I watched him hop out
of bed and pull on his discarded boxers before striding off to the nursery. I
closed my eyes and smiled as I listened to him talking to Oliver as he changed
him. Who knew that Dan could be so soft sometimes? It broke my heart every time
I saw him carrying Oliver, just like he was now, bringing him to me in bed,
cradled in just one of his strong arms. ‘He’s definitely hungry, he just
clamped down on my nipple and wasn’t impressed when nothing came out. Here you
go, take him and I’ll go and do us a cooked breakfast.’

‘You can do a cooked breakfast?’ I looked at him
amazed, as he handed Oliver over. I gave him a big noisy kiss making him
giggle.

‘I may have been having some lessons with Mrs.
McAdams while we were apart,’ Dan smiled.

‘Are you sure I won’t get food poisoning?’ I
teased, as I let Oliver start his own breakfast.

‘If I decide to do something, I practice until I
can do it well,’ he retorted.

‘Ok then, go surprise me, and stop looking at my
breasts like that!’

‘As if you weren’t hot enough as it is, watching
you like that gets me even harder,’ he winked as he bent over and kissed me,
before disappearing down the pole.

‘Men,’ I uttered with a shake of my head. ‘You’d
better not be thinking about sex for a very long time my beautiful little boy.’

Dan

I stood in the doorway to
the nursery as he sucked on her, filling himself with his lunch. It was like a
vice around my heart, a painful pleasure to know that this tiny being was ours,
that this woman I’d fallen for so hard had carried him inside her for so long
and protected him for me. I felt almost whole again, there were moments when I
was complete, happier than I’d ever been, then suddenly I was overcome with overwhelming
guilt. What right did I have to be happy when Moira lay in that state just an
hour away? A state I was responsible for? I ran my hand over my face, I hadn’t
shaved yet and my stubble was already showing. We’d lain in bed making the most
of each other before Oliver woke up and interrupted us. Was it normal to have
an element of jealousy that my son would always come first in her life? That
we’d not had months or years just the two of us? Then again I may not have
planned on children, but now I had him I’d be damned if I was letting him go,
let alone let any harm come to him. I didn’t know what the hell was wrong with
me today, I felt out of sorts. I should be ecstatic that my woman had agreed to
move in with me, where I could look after her, after my family, but there was
an element of fear there. What if I really was doomed? I’d frustrated her with
my changing moods before, what if I pissed her off to the point of no return? I
was convinced if I failed her this time, there’d be no going back, she wouldn’t
give me a third chance.

‘What’s wrong?’ came her soft voice and I lifted
my gaze from Oliver’s head to meet her concerned face.

‘Nothing, I’m fine,’ I smiled.

‘Don’t lie to me. We promised no more lies. You
have a deep furrow in your brow and your mouth is set in a hard line. You’re
not fine.’

‘I just have a lot on my mind, it’s nothing to
worry about.’

‘Well I do worry. Talk to me, tell me how I can
help?’

‘Just be you,’ I replied, as I tried to give her a
reassuring smile and quickly headed back to my desk. I caught up with some
emails that had come in from the American office while I was busy here with
Ellie and Oliver arriving on Friday night. I needed to go over in the next
month or two, we were nearing completion of the software that could catapult us
into the top five, but I wasn’t going without them both. I needed to organise
having some work done on my house over there, make it a little more child
friendly with another room for Oliver and softening up the bachelor pad look
that had suited me when I used to live over there. I sent Stuart an email to
ask him to contact the interior designer who did my house in London, have her
flown over to San Francisco to see the house and to schedule a meeting in
London. I’d have to go back to the city to help Ellie pack up most of her
belongings, so I could kill two birds with one stone. I also asked my mother to
pop over to the London house as soon as possible and make a note of all the
kitchen gadgets that Ellie had, so I could get duplicates to be delivered here.
I jumped as I felt fingers in my hair and sighed as she caressed that spot on
my neck that got me soft and pliable, yet hard at the same time.

‘I’m right here. You can talk to me,’ she
whispered, as she let her lips graze my temple. Even the damn scent of her, her
natural scent combined with that lime body wash had all the blood surging to my
cock. I spun around in my chair and yanked her down onto my lap.

‘Where’s Oliver?’

‘On his play mat, he’s fine,’ she nodded and
clasped my face and kissed my forehead. She lay a trail of kisses down my cheek,
right to the corner of my lips and my pulse spiked.

‘I want you,’ I groaned, as I grasped the back of
her head and kissed her forcefully. She let out a moan but pulled away.

‘No. You’re using sex as a distraction,’ she
objected as she narrowed her eyes at me.

‘And the problem is?’ I smirked.

‘It will only make you feel better for a short
time.’

‘Who said short? I’m feeling in the mood for a
very long time,’ I advised as I kissed her throat and tried to move around to
her neck, but she pulled away again.

‘No talking, no sex,’ she stated, as she wriggled
out of my hold and headed downstairs picking up Oliver on the way. I sat back
in my chair and blew out a deep breath, covering my face with my palms. I
needed to increase my weekly sessions with my therapist if I was going to try
and sort out my conflicted feelings and not alienate her, that or change damn
therapists as I didn’t feel like I was improving at all. I reached down and
grasped my erection and squeezed it hard, as I listened to her talking to
Oliver and the two of them laughing as she prepared lunch. I shoved my chair
back and took the fireman’s pole down instead of the stairs and saw her smile
as I crossed over. Her smile just slayed me every time. ‘Hungry?’ she enquired
with a twinkle in her eye, as she looked at my crotch.