There is no decent reason why I'm up at 6am. Urgh. Oh well, let's have some fun...

At Last!

Like I'm going to share a blog post when we're getting to the good stuff . . .

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I refuse to do anything that doesn't involve a bed. Don't get me wrong, I can see the potential for all the other surfaces in the house, but I've already stated that I am a traditional person. Not only am I a traditional person, but my ass really does hurt and being slammed up against a door is a complete no-no at the moment. So, I told him, as he was kissing down my neck and shoulder, that if we were about to do what I thought he wanted to do, it would only happen in the bed.

I also told him that this wasn't going to be a one-time thing. Once I had his dick, it would be for life. Walking through the house I went on, muttering about no hairs in the sink after shaving, no leaving the toilet seat up, and on no occasion was he allowed talk to me while I was on the toilet.

He said okay!

I was also still a tad high from the meds, so I was using that excuse as to why I'm letting my boss carry me up the stairs toward my bedroom. I could have walked, but I can't walk and have his lips attached to me at the same time. We women can multitask, but we're not perfect.

"You drive me insane, Princess. Every day you annoy the hell out of me, but I just can't fucking help it—"

"Less talking, more fucking. I need to be high on meds to do this," I muttered against his neck, and he put me on my feet.

"Well that makes me feel good," he said and pulled away from me in a rush.

"Shit, I didn't mean it like that, I swear. It's just that tomorrow I'm going to feel guilty and full of stuff that I don't want to process. If I were sane in this moment, despite my attraction to you, I wouldn't be doing this. I'd make you wait a little longer, date me, you know, all the normal stuff," I replied, pulling him by his shirt over to the bed.

"So, you agree that there's an attraction between us? And at what point have you ever seen us as normal?" he asked while I fought to get his damn shirt off. Why do I have to be so much shorter than him?

"Stupid questions . . ."

We kissed and explored each other's bodies while we stripped. It didn't take us long, because it turned out we were both going commando. Good times. Then he was on top of me.

I've never been one for biting or getting bit, because I'm not a vampire for fucks sake, but the way he nipped at my skin, especially around my boobs was just amazing. He had me covered in goosebumps before we'd really started doing anything.

"I've thought about fucking you nearly everywhere, even the store cupboard when we first met, but nothing beats a bed." He went back to sucking on my nipple as I ran my nails up his back.

He wasn't even in me yet, and I was on sensation overload.

"Flip over, Princess, I don't want to hurt your ass," he said and then I was on top of him. Don't even know how, but here I am, straddling his hips, his cock between my legs. His hands roam my body while we stare, taking each other in for the first time.

Shit, we're really doing this.

"I want you inside me, like yesterday," I moaned out, pushing my boobs forward and he twisted a nipple. Damn, this feels good.

"Take it then, Princess. Take what you want from me . . ."

I leaned forward to kiss him. The movement was just enough to lift my hips to where his cock lined up perfectly with me, and when I wiggled just a tad, his head went in.

"Shit," I hissed out in pleasure. And that was just the head. I love that first sensation. He let out a little moan when I went to sit back up, taking more of him inside me. I wanted to speed up my movements, but I just couldn't. I wanted to savor this more, and I also had to be mindful that my ass was fucking killing me, despite the painkillers I was floating on.

"Clichés be damned, but you're so fucking wet. You need to move, sweetheart, seriously." He moaned again, and I found it funny. I started a mantra in my head that I shouldn't laugh.

"If we're doing clichés, then how about you make me with your monster cock?" I shouldn't have goaded him, because he grabbed my hips and started to rock my body. It was heaven and hell. Rocking, swiveling, and grinding my hips, I felt everything as he pumped into me, never giving up his pace or the pressure on my hips.

It felt like it lasted forever, but also not long enough because we never broke eye contact.

"Yeah?" he asked, and I knew what he wanted to know.

"Yes!" I cried out, feeling the pressure build.

He kicked up his pace, and I fell forward onto his chest. His arms came up my back to grip my shoulders. His relentless speed never wavered, and we both came hard.

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"I'm too sore to go again." I moaned while his fingers trailed down my arm.

"It's not my fault. You laugh, your tits jiggle, and then I'm hard again," he said with a smirk playing on his lips.

"Point proven that men are visual creatures," I joked.

"Very true. Now I'm going to prove another point. Keep men happy by feeding their stomachs." He laughed.

I still had no way of cooking, so we ordered some food and just lounged in my bed with the TV on as background noise. Edward had let Mac out under strict instructions not to let him near next-door or my bedroom. He liked to share the bed with me, and there wasn't room for three of us. I could do kink with the best of them, but animals? Fuck no. The only time Mac would ever make me pant in bed was when he was lying across my chest and I couldn't breathe under his weight.

We ate the food when it turned up, and then he persuaded me into one more round of bumping uglies before we both crashed for the night.

It wasn't until my Mom's screech the next morning, when she walked into my room, that I realized what we had done. No, I remember what we did, but what I mean is that we had gone to sleep naked.

Mom got a good ol' view of Edward's cock before I was awake enough to cover it up with the sheet.

"Dad downstairs?" I asked, my voice sounding thick and crappy.

"Yeah, we popped in to see how the decorating was going before our trip into the city. So much for 'it's not like that', huh?" she replied with a grin.

Edward groaned. "I need to escape through your window, Princess," he muttered into my neck, not even properly awake.

"Yeah, good luck with that, we're on the top floor." I laughed.

Mom excused herself shortly after, promising to remove my father from the house before I made it downstairs. They were all being silly because really, Bossman's car was still parked out front, so we weren't fooling anybody.

"I'll have to hide somewhere, Princess. The looks he gave me over dinner were enough to tell me that he'd be willing to kill me and hide my body somewhere," he said when I gave him a toothbrush to use.

"Nah, he didn't even mention digging a hole this time, so I think you're pretty safe. When he talks of shovels and dirt, then you have to worry." I hopped into the shower after that, with a firm verbal affirmation to him that we did not need to think about saving water and that his cock wasn't coming anywhere near me for the next few hours.

No matter how aroused and wet you are, four rounds fucking hurt!

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"I do not need to know what that–that boy is doing to my daughter's ass!" Dad howled down the phone while I was cooking dinner.

Christ, how was I to know that he reads my posts? It's not like he mentioned anything about them before.

"And you can't tell me it's not him, because I saw his car! I know he was there, young lady. What would your grandmother say if she could see you now? Huh? Are you going to answer me or do I have to come over there?" he asked, his voice still loud. Certainly loud enough for Edward to hear as he was nearby, setting the table.

The cutlery clanged to the table, and he shot me a panicked look.

"He's there, isn't he? Right now? I heard something. I'm coming over, he shouldn't be disrespecting you—" Dad bellowed again, and I knew it was time to grow up and act my age.

I hung up on him and went to lock the doors.

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It's Wednesday, which means that this thing with Edward and me has been going on for a measly four days. I really don't need my father coming over here right now to start questioning Edward's intentions toward me.

"Thank you for keeping me alive for another day," he mumbled.

"Nah, it's nothing. I couldn't have Dad killing your cock. I haven't seen all that it can do yet," I joked, trying to relieve the tension in the room.

"Thanks," he muttered.

Ignoring his dejected response, I served up dinner. I was over the moon that not only did the kitchen look awesome, but I no longer have to sit on a padded ring to protect my ass. It's still tender to touch, but at least normal sitting had returned to my life.

"So, you're coming back to work tomorrow, right?" he asked while pouring us each a glass of wine.

Yeah, I was back to drinking, too. The alcohol worked just as well as the meds, and I didn't have any side-effects with it.

"Yes, though I dread to think what they've done since I haven't been there."

"I've kept them in line, but I had to get Jessica to leave her nail polish kit at home because she gassed out the place with the fumes," he replied, and I didn't know whether to cringe or laugh.

I persuaded Edward to stay the night, citing that my Dad could be out there and ready to pounce. It wasn't a complete lie, because he might have been, but in all honesty, I needed to have him again.

My oldest daughter has just finished her hair and beauty training in college. Oh. My. God. The smell of those chemicals will haunt me forever, especially the nail ones. *gags*

So, how was their first time? To me, it was a 'bog-standard', normal moment. LOL.

Tomorrow's teaser:

"You actually sound like a grown-up. I don't like it. I need to think of something to counteract your 'adult' moment. Paintballing this afternoon?" he asked, and I didn't even fight my eyes lighting up.

"You're on."