The Only One for Her (17 page)

Chapter 35: Lindy

San Diego was beautiful just like I imagined. Trace lived near the beach in a town called Del Mar. It looked kind of ritzy to me, but I had been living in a trailer park, so everything else was upscale by comparison.

“Trace, your home is beautiful,” I said as we pulled up. “How long have you lived here?”

“Thanks. After my company started making a good profit, I bought this place. I’ve been here about four years. I was lucky and got it as a short sale.”

We pulled into the three-car garage. Trace had a boat parked to the side where a third car would go. That’s when it hit me. I didn’t have a car here. I guess it didn’t matter since I didn’t know my way around. But I was going to need to get a job. There was a lot to figure out.

The garage door led us into the kitchen. At first glance, it seemed larger than my entire trailer. Trace had very modern taste with gorgeous recycled timber counter tops, and cream cabinets. It was gorgeous. Fresh. Looking around, my heart warmed. It was a home. I could imagine so many wonderful meals being made in this kitchen. Part of me wanted to hug it.

“We’ll need to go grocery shopping later. My fridge is pretty sparse.”

“Typical bachelor,” I said, walking straight into Trace’s arms. This was the feeling of pure bliss. I had forgotten what it was like to feel this way.
I
was home.

“Are you okay? You’re shaking a little.”

“I’m better than I have been in a long time.” I looked into the handsome face of my fiancé. “I feel like I’m home. Like this is where I’m supposed to be.”

“That’s because it is, my beautiful girl.” We stood there kissing in Trace’s kitchen. It was sweet and tender and…magical. As he held me close, he whispered in my ear. “She never lived here.” It was just what I needed to hear and I loved he was so tuned into my needs. With that said, he pulled away slightly and kissed me on the forehead. He seemed…at peace. His smile as he looked down at me was warm and so welcoming. Excited even.

“Let me show you around the rest of the house and we’ll get your things unpacked.”

Trace gave me a tour of his exquisite home. It was like a movie set and I couldn’t believe I was going to be living here.

“Did your mom help you decorate?”

“Actually Kristie did. She’s got quite the eye for decorating.”

By this point, we were in the master bedroom. Again, it was larger than my trailer. Trace had a king-sized bed, two dressers, and an area with an oversized chair and love seat. I could imagine myself reading in that chair.

“Here, I want to show you something.”

Trace pulled back the drapes to reveal a large deck. Opening the sliding glass door, we stepped outside and there it was. A spectacular view of the ocean. It took me a second to catch my breath.

“Wow, you didn’t tell me you had an ocean view.”

“I’m full of surprises, beautiful girl. This is our own private oasis. I have a little fridge up here so we can have a glass of wine in the evening if we want.”

I exhaled sharply. “That sounds like Heaven. I love it. It’s perfect.”

Trace wrapped his arms around me from behind. “Being with you is like Heaven, Lindy. I can’t imagine anything better. All I want to do is make you happy.” Trace tightened his grip around me, holding me closer.

“How could I not be? I have the greatest guy, with a stunning house, and a spectacular view.”

Trace kissed me on the neck, sending shivers down my spine. I had left out the part about him being an Adonis and a god in bed. I’m sure I’d find a way to work that into the conversation. But, right now, it didn’t seem like talking was on his mind.

“We can come back out when it’s time for the sunset. I thought I could order some Greek food and we could have dinner up here.”

Turning around in his arms, I said, “I love that idea.”

“It’s too early for dinner just yet, but I’m sure we could find something to do to fill our time.”

“Oh, yeah? What did you have in mind?” I asked, thinking about all the delicious things Trace could do to me.

Taking me by the hand, Trace led me toward the bedroom, past the bed, and to the shower. The bathroom was amazing with a shower that had multiple shower heads and a tub for two.

He bent down and took off my strappy heels. Trailing his hands up the sides of my legs, he reached up and undid the button and zipper of my pants. “You look so hot today. I’ve been waiting to get you out of your clothes since we woke up this morning.”

Pulling on my pants, they fell to the floor, pooling at my feet. I put my hands on his shoulders as he moved my pants away from my feet. Then, he traced the top of my thong with his fingers, hooking a finger at each side and pulled it down. As I stepped out of it, he slid his fingers along my legs and slightly entered my wet slit. Gliding his finger toward my clit, he made a guttural sound. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

“You make me that way,” I said, trying to catch my breath. Everything he did was so sexy.

Rising up, Trace pushed off my sweater, then lifted my shirt over my head. The last item to go was my bra which he effortlessly unhooked and it joined the rest of my clothes on the floor. Slowly he kissed the favorite spot on my neck, the one that makes me gush inside. Trace put his hand on my breast and his mouth on the other, sucking and nipping at my nipples, making them erect instantly. Scraping with his teeth, he caused a pulsing sensation between my thighs.

I unbuckled Trace’s belt and began removing his pants, while he slipped off his shoes. He helped me by unbuttoning his shirt and dropping it to the floor. He put one hand on the shower door and lifted his feet, removing his pants and tossing them over the edge of the bathtub. All that stood between us were his briefs. By the impressive erection, I knew he wanted me. Trace took a step back. “Oh God, honey. You are so damn beautiful.”

I licked my lips and he let out a groan. “Let’s take a shower,” he said, opening the shower door and turning on the water. Stepping inside, my body reacted instantly to the water flowing against me. Trace had turned and gotten something out of a drawer. A condom.

“We won’t be needing that. I just finished my first cycle of birth control.

“Seriously?” Trace was right behind me, pulling me toward him and kissing me with intense strokes that took my breath away. Our warm tongues intermingled, causing me to become wetter. His heart beat against my chest rapidly, keeping in step with my own.

Suddenly, he pinned me against the wall and his hand made its way to my sex, pushing two fingers inside and pulling them out to spread my hot stickiness all over my tender flesh and up to my clit. While rubbing my clit, he lifted one of my legs and hooked it around his body. Then he took his hardened shaft in his hand and began rubbing my clit with it, kissing me at the same time. I began moaning in his mouth from the intensity of his hardened head against me. He continued to increase the friction between us, entering me in small doses and then pulling forward to circle my clit. One of his hands made its way to my breast and he began running his fingers over my nipple, making me groan as the sensation caused jolting between my thighs. My head fell back as I let out a scream. “Oh, Trace! I don’t ever want you to stop.”

“Don’t worry, honey. I don’t want to stop. I want you all the time.” With that, he picked up my other leg and wrapped it around his back, slipping inside of me, filling me up. So glad we discussed me being on the pill earlier. Trace bareback was incredibly erotic. He held onto my hips as he thrust into me with abandon. Oh to make love to a strong man who can lift me up. So sexy. “Beautiful, I just need to fuck you so badly right now,” he said. “It’s all I’ve thought about for days. I promise in a little while we’ll go slowly and I’ll make you come over and over.”

“My body is yours, Trace. Fuck me as hard as you want. I want everything you’ve got.” I was a little surprised at saying the F-word. I rarely did, but my sexy man turned me on so much, the words just tumbled out. In fact, it was enough to make me even hotter.

That’s what he needed to hear. As the words left my lips, he came hard, making primal sounds like I had never heard before. And I came too. Pulsing around him slamming into me. Amazing.

The frenzy slowed and he just kissed me softly, trailing from my mouth down my neck. “I love you so much,” he said, looking deeply into my eyes.

“I love you,” I responded, kissing him lightly on the lips.

He put me down so my feet were now touching the floor. I was a little wobbly from that. Holy hell. Shower sex. Taking the body wash, he poured some into his hands and began gliding his soapy hands all over my body. His hands swirled round and round my breasts, exciting my nipples again. I stood there and let him roam me freely. He turned me around washing my back, then rubbed his hands over my ass. I returned the favor, imitating what he had just done. I loved sliding my hands up and down his taut body. We rinsed off and Trace turned off the shower.

After we had dried off and I started dressing, Trace said, “The Greek place is just around the corner and they always have Moussaka ready. It’s really good.”

“I’m starved, so I’m sure I’ll love it.”

“Great. I’ll text in the order and be back in ten. Get in bed and wait for me,” he said commandingly. His words made me squirm on the inside. Trace kissed me, threw on his clothes, and rushed out the door.

I went to the bed and got under the covers. I was a little chilled, so I wanted to warm up before he returned. He said ten minutes and the time was almost up. I got on my knees, sat up and pushed my breasts together, displaying them front and center. I wanted Trace desperately. Sliding one hand over my nipples, I made them hard again. They were sensitive and I felt a tightening deep down, my body anticipating Trace’s roaming hands and hot mouth. Soon he would be sliding in and out of me, taking me to the edge and catching me as everything fell away.

Trace walked in with the bag of Greek food, but he didn’t say anything. His eyes said everything I needed to know. They were blazing like an inferno only I could quench. Eyes glued to my breasts, he set the bag down, leaned over the bed, took one of my nipples in his mouth, and swirled his tongue over it until it was a tight, hardened bud. I could feel more slick juice forming as the throbbing became more intense. Trace hovered over me with his body, continuing on my other breast, licking and sucking in his relentless way.

“Fuck, you’re hot.”

The scraping of his teeth made me wetter. Squirming under his tongue that had learned my body so well, I could feel myself pulsing deep down and him becoming hard again with each lick, his erection growing against me, and I couldn’t wait for him to slip inside and make my body do just what he wanted.

Trace put one of his fingers in my mouth. I sucked it like it was his hard cock. The look of desperation in his eyes made the throbbing between my legs heighten as he moved down my body with his tongue leading the way to the apex of my thighs. His hand firmly cupped my breast, squeezing and pulling my nipple. They surrendered to his exquisite touch. Groaning, his tongue swirled around my hot spot. He spread me apart with his fingers to get his tongue right where he wanted it, on my slippery flesh. Then he reached up and began playing with one of my nipples again. Forgetting about everything else in this world, the sensation of his mouth and hands overtook my body. I moaned loudly, feeling the vibration throughout my body. With his free hand, he began moving in and out of my drenched core with two fingers. I cried out again, wanting him so badly, like I’d never made love to him before. He knew the onslaught of his tongue was the elixir I needed to have an orgasm. He continued licking the folds of tender flesh and circling my clit with his expert tongue and sliding his fingers in and out ever so slowly. Reaching down, I pulled Trace’s hair. He instantly moaned and continued finger fucking me. I wanted to do everything with him now that we were going to be married. Anything he wished. I could feel the pleasure mounting and knew I was on the edge of exploding. Then, he said just what I needed to hear.

“Come for me, future Mrs. Michaels.”

His words pushed me to the brink and I let go, feeling the world fall away as my heat began to spasm around Trace’s hand. Screaming out loudly, my legs were shaking, my pussy spasming like never before. Trace slid his cock into me, and his mouth made its way to my nipple, biting it. I screamed out again in ecstasy. Trace growled like a wild lion. “That’s what I like, honey, feeling you squeeze my big cock with your tight pussy.”

Trace moved toward my head. His lips were still glistening from his onslaught.

“I want you in my mouth,” I uttered.

“As you wish.”

“Lay down,” I ordered.

He smacked my ass as I reached down, wrapping my hand about the base of his cock. I licked both of Trace’s nipples before straddling his body. My breasts were pressed against his abs as I rubbed my body against his.

Sliding farther down his body, I used my tongue to trace my man’s perfect abs. Finally at my destination, I slipped Trace’s tip into my mouth, twirling my tongue around it while I gently squeezed his balls. His hands grabbed onto my hair, gently tugging. Plunging my mouth over him, taking in as much as I could, Trace let out moan after moan. I glided my mouth up and down his hard shaft and slightly scraped him with my teeth. Trace watched me as he continued groaning until he couldn’t take it anymore.