“Right this way,” I say, leading Megan down the hall and into one of the large guest rooms. It’s the most open and I figured would be the easiest for her to maneuver around in with her chair. While this house isn’t completely handicap accessible, it mostly is. Enough that we can enjoy ourselves while we’re here and Megan doesn’t have to feel like she’s stuck in only one room for the entire time. Thankfully, the bed in here is a large king, so if things go the way that I think they’ll go, it will be large enough for the two of us. We still haven’t taken our relationship to that level, but I think we’re both ready for it. I know I definitely am.
“This house is gorgeous,” Megan says as I show her around. The main level boasts four bedrooms, two that are set up as guest rooms with attached private bathrooms. Another plus to the room I placed our things into, is the shower is a roll-in tile one, so no lips or edges for her to get tripped up on, and it has a built in bench, so, in reality, we didn’t need to bring her collapsing shower chair, but I didn’t think about that until now.
“Thanks, my mom has worked hard on it over the years.”
“It shows. She’s one hell of an interior decorator,” Megan says, looking around at everything. I quickly show her the living room and kitchen before we head back outside and into the car so we can head to dinner.
“I DON’T THINK I can eat another bite,” Megan states once we’re back at the house.
“I told you it was amazing food and huge portions.”
“No crap,” she says as she transitions to the couch from her chair. Once she’s settled, I move it to the side so that it’s out of our way.
“Trying to strand me here on the couch?” she asks, a teasing tone lacing her voice so I know she isn’t upset.
“Nope, just moving it out of the way. If you need up, I’ll move it back,” I assure her.
“I know, I’m just giving you a hard time.”
“You can give me a hard time anytime you want,” I tell her, bouncing my eyebrows at her and pointing to my crotch.
“Don’t be crude,” she says as she laughs, and then hits me in the stomach with a throw pillow.
“Not crude, just honest,” I say, grabbing her wrist as she tries to hit me again. I pull her into my lap, her legs stretched straight over me and onto the next cushion. I slide my hand along her cheek and into her hair, pulling her face to mine. Our lips collide and we become a mixture of tangled arms, clashing teeth, and tongues, as we both devour each other as best as we can in this position. I drop a hand to her waist, finding the hem of her shirt. I slip my hand under it, caressing the skin just above her pants. I slip my fingers up her torso, along her rib cage, stopping when I reach the underside of her bra. The lace is a little rough against the backs of my fingers, and I rub them over the front, feeling her hardened nipple through the lace.
“Fuck,” I moan against her lips. “Can I take you to bed?” I ask, wanting the green light from her. Needing to know she’s on the same page.
“Yes. Take me to bed, Drew,” she says before kissing me again. My hand leaves her breast as I slide my arm behind her back. My other one goes under her knees and I stand with her in my arms. I walk as quickly as I can while keeping the two of us safe. I know this place as well as I can, but the last thing I need to do is trip over something while I’m carrying her and hurt either of us. Especially when her chair is out of reach.
I safely get us inside the bedroom, and I set Megan on the edge of the bed. We both immediately start stripping our clothes, neither wanting the barrier that they create.
I watch as Megan slides herself back onto the sheets until she’s stretched out on the bed in nothing but her matching bra and panties. The lace against her creamy skin has my dick jumping to attention.
“Are you going to join me or just stand there staring?” she asks as she pats the bed beside her. Everything about this woman astonishes me.
I pull back the covers and slide under them, pulling them up and over the both of us. Once I’m settled on my side, I pull Megan into me. Having her warm skin against my own is such a comforting feeling. We’ve cuddled once before, but most of our clothes stayed on that time. This time, all that separates us is my boxer briefs and her bra and panties. Fucking scraps of lace that are still driving me fucking crazy.
She adjusts herself next to me, finally stilling with her head resting on my chest, and a leg draped over mine. I bring my arm around her, tucking her in a tiny bit closer to me. “Is this comfortable for you?” I ask, wanting to make sure she’s good.
“Mhmmm,” she hums against my chest and I can feel the vibrations.
“Remember, we go as slow or as fast as you want,” I whisper against the crown of her head before kissing the same spot. We’ve been together for a few weeks, taking things one day at a time. She was my rock while dealing with Mack’s declining health and the Hail Mary heart transplant that came through at what we were starting to fear was the end.
“I’m good, I promise,” she tells me, pushing herself up and bringing her lips to mine. “I wouldn’t be here in this bed if I wasn’t comfortable with this. With us,” she says, and my concern settles slightly. “I want this. I want you,” she says against my lips. Just as her hand ghosts down my abs, she reaches the elastic of my boxers and expertly slips under it, not stopping until her hand is wrapped around my cock.
“Fuck!” I growl against her lips, then deepen the kiss as she starts to work my cock from root to tip. The pressure is damn near perfect, as is her steady rhythm. I let her stroke me for another minute or so before I roll us. I break our kiss and start exploring her exposed skin with my lips.
I start to slowly descend her body, paying attention to all the normal areas, her neck, the valley between her breasts that are still enclosed in the lace bra. I tease each nipple, sucking them through the lace. “Drew!” She moans my name and I about fucking come just from that. I continue down her body, mapping the soft curves of her abdomen, kissing my way from one hip to the next. Once I reach the waistband of her panties, I slip a thumb under both sides along her hips and slip them lower. I look up and lock eyes with her as I do so, tossing them over my shoulder once they’ve cleared her toes. I reach up and flick the clasp on her bra open, tossing that behind me, as well. I take my time soaking in her beautiful body. The contrast of her milky, creamy skin against my own, more tanned skin.
“We’re still good?” I confirm with her as I slide into place between her thighs.
“Still good,” she practically pants.
“Then just relax and let me show you pleasure like you’ve never experienced,” I cockily tell her.
“Yes,” she moans out as I swipe the pad of my thumb across her swollen clit. I follow that up by sweeping my tongue up her slit. I pay close attention to her body’s reaction to each and everything I do. I repeat the same two motions a few more times, loving how responsive her body is for me. I flick up her slit one last time, but this time I flick her clit with my tongue and then suck it hard. I sink one finger, then two into her tight, heavenly pussy. Her muscles spasm around my fingers so quickly, I can’t even imagine what it’s going to feel like when I slide my cock inside her. She’ll probably make me come as soon as I do.