When her eyes flutter closed and she collapses into the mattress, I pull her onto her side and snuggle up behind her, making sure my cock stays in her, plugging her up, keeping my seed inside of her as we fall asleep together, just like how we used to do.
Chapter Seventeen
Warmth, that’s all I feel as I open my eyes to the bright light of midday streaming into the room, dousing me in its heat, but it’s not the only source of the comfort. Against my front with her body curled up into a ball, her still clothed back against my bare chest, is Dani in all her post fuck, sleepy glory.
Her flaxen blonde hair is fanned out across the pillow, and strands of it are stuck to my beard, tickling my nose. I chuckle quietly as I pull them away and tuck then between us, smoothing down her tresses at her scalp, petting her.
My sleep was peaceful and refreshing, with no nightmares flooding into me when I fell asleep with her in my arms. Like a security blanket, she protected me from the images that have been driving me insane.
“Welcome home.” I say to her, kissing her head, pulling her to me tighter, just reveling in the feel of her in my embrace.
I want to get up and piss, but I can’t move, not yet. I need this, it’s what I’ve wished for, for so long.
You’ll have to wait a little bit, bladder. I’m enjoying this too much.
I cuddle her until the sun moves across the room and the shadows lengthen, telling me that we’ve been in bed all day. When I finally can’t hold it any longer, she magically stirs in my grasp.
“Mmmm. Good morning.” She mumbles, pressing her ass back against me, rubbing my dick and making me wince.
“More like good evening.” I chuckle, kissing her head quickly before climbing out of the bed on shaky legs. “Sorry, gotta pee and didn’t want to wake you.”
“Always the gentleman.” She giggles quietly while she stretches out on the bed and looks up at me.
“Last night you said I’m nasty. Which one is it?” I ask her over my shoulder as I step into the bathroom, leaving the door open so I can still see her while I piss. I don’t want her out of my sight now that she’s back in it.
“Both.”
“Don’t you have some important place to be, instead of here? I mean you are the Recluse.” I ask as I release the piss I’ve held for way too long, making me shiver as it drains out of me.
“You kicking me out?”
“Nope.” I laugh. “Just making sure I’m not keeping you from any work you have to do.”
“The work I have to do, includes you.” She says as I adjust my boxers, flush the toilet, and wash my hands at the sink.
“Do tell.”
She watches as I come out of the bathroom, drying my hands on the towel I keep on the little ring next to the basin. Her gaze travels across me from my hands to my cock, to my feet, then back up again.
“Get dressed first. I can’t talk business with your dick only covered by those.”
“Yes my lady.”
I dress quickly, pulling out jeans, a t-shirt, and fresh underwear and socks from my dresser, all while she watches with amusement in her blue gaze.
“Now, make me coffee.” She giggles as I offer her a hand-up, helping her smooth out her rumpled blouse and wrinkled skirt.
“Again, yes my lady.” I say, bowing to her, showing her the way out of the bedroom with an extended hand as if I’m directing royalty.
“I know the way. I used to live here, remember.?”
“How could I forget?”
She leads me out to the kitchen and switches on the coffee machine, like she always used to do, and it feels like domestic bliss again. But there’s something heavy in the air, and that’s the fact that she’s my mark, and I can’t bring myself to do it.
“You’re gonna die, you know that?” She says as she grabs mugs from the cabinets and pours sugar in hers from the container that I’ve kept all this time even though I don’t use it.
“They can try.”
