Dahlia Mountain

Healing

We spent our afternoon unpacking my possessions and storing them away where they belonged. I was downstairs seated at his/our desk staring past the blank page on my laptop to the gorgeous woods beyond the office windows, the first colors of fall setting fire to the trees. Suddenly the smells of cooking pulled me from my reverie and I followed them to the kitchen. The big man was working over a couple of frying pans, the smell of buttered fish sizzling making my stomach growl. "Wanna finish up that salad" he motioned to the counter behind him with half the ingredients laid out for a chopped salad. "Sure" I chirped. "That fish smells divine." I said. "Caught it today" he replied. "The fuck, when!?" I asked incredulously. "When you were still sleeping little petal." He said turning to kiss the top of my head. He turned to pull a bottle of champagne from the fridge and set it out next to the plates as I added the salad to the table. "Fancy" I said. "We're celebrating." He replied. "In half an hour we'll have known each other for twenty-four hours." I chuckled and he scooped me up to place me on the high top counter leaning in and taking my mouth in a deep and passionate kiss. He pulled back after a long slow moment "I'm going to be honest with you and I don't want you to let it scare you, okay?" He asked. "Something scarier than last night?" I replied, my eyes going wide. His lips quirked up into a smile "I love you." He said, before claiming my mouth again. I melted immediately into his kiss. All the while my brain going a mile a minute. He loved me? I did not believe for a moment that this man even knew how to lie, but still. He loved me!? When he finally pulled back I sputtered out "the fish is burning." "I'll catch another." He murmured against my lips. I gently shoved him back and hopped down from the counter to go flip the fish over. "I don't need a response from you he said to my back. I just need to be honest with you, always." I paused and thought a long moment before replying honestly "Okay, thank you. It doesn't scare me. You don't scare me at all. I loved last night and want more of you, all of you, all the time." "Good, I'm yours, all of me, all the time." He replied.

The front door flew open just then and Steve and Beth tumbled through it laughing with each other before stopping short at seeing us in the kitchen. "Well shit," Steve said, you make enough for everybody. "Nope" Nathan replied shooting him a smile. Then continued "Sorry we spoiled your movie night." Steve shrugged "Eh, nobody liked the movie choice anyway. Beth and I stayed to finish it though." Steve said cutting his eyes quickly to mine before looking away, and was he blushing? Beth leaned in toward me a conspiratorial grin on her face. "Glad to see you're still alive today. And he sure ought to be cooking you dinner after all that." Nathan interrupted the teasing with "guys, actually Jo's going to be living here from now on. Steve choked out "Jo who you met last night correct?" He asked incredulously. Beth just laughed and grabbed her husbands arm "were you hearing what I heard last night of course he's moving her in." She replied, before tugging Steve towards the front door saying "come on let's give these violent lovebirds some space."

Over dinner we chatted easily about weekend plans. Nathan asked me if I'd like to hike out to a small waterfall at the back of his property. He said he felt that if he were a writer it would be a good spot for writing. I agreed and thought by Sunday I should be able to manage a short hike. Just the little movement I had undertaken today had pushed my abused body and aching muscles to past the point of pain. I found myself enjoying it though when a muscle ached or my insides screamed it just brought memories of the pain and pleasure stampeding back to the front of my mind. To be honest I had pretty much been wet the entire day.

When we finally retired to the upstairs Nathan drew another bath and ordered "come here, strip down." I was out of my clothes and pressed up against him in seconds. He laid me over his lap and pulled out the jar of salve he had used on me last night. As he pushed a salve coated finger into my ass I moaned and ground myself down into his knee. He chuckled at my eagerness. "Hey, this is supposed to be medicinal petal, not for fun." "Fuck you Mr. it isn't supposed to be fun" I panted. But gods it hurt, I could feel his finger along wounds that had not had time to heal. I wanted more pain. I wanted more pleasure. "Another finger?" I begged. "We don't want you bleeding again so soon" the big man replied. Instead he laid me on my back along the massive tub before burying his face in my sex and sliding one large finger and then another into my pussy. I arched against him, grabbing at his hair and forcing his face harder into me, grinding myself against his tongue. He had closed the seal of his mouth around the sensitive nub of pleasure and the amount of suction he was applying while his tongue worked was enough to send me immediately over the edge. He was perfect, he could teach a master class on this and change a lot of women's lives, I thought. He kept at his work groaning into me each time I came on his fingers. He finally pulled back from me long after I had become nothing more than a trembling sobbing mess of weak arms and legs. "Let's soak," he said stripping down and towering above me to lean down and turn on the tap adding more hot water to the tub. "No, what about you?" I whined out. "Sweet flower you are in no condition to be worrying with me." I groaned readying an argument and reached out to grab the monstrous cock bobbing in the air over me. It looked and felt painfully hard. He mock sighed and batted my hands gently away before taking himself in his own hand. He leaned down over me as he began to stroke himself. His eyes finding mine and not looking away as I watched the lust in them turn to pleasure. He pulled a hard nipple into his mouth and played it painfully between his teeth before releasing it and burying his face into my neck moaning into me. I could feel him picking up his pace in between our bodies. His breath was coming in fast rasps as he worked himself hard. He claimed my mouth moaning into it. His free hand was wrapped around my waist holding me firmly down as he worked. In just a few short minutes I felt that grip tighten painfully as he pulled himself upright and came across my body. His hand on my waist shooting searing pain through me now as his grip tightened and tightened while he continued to come, the wet heat of him splashing across my stomach and breasts, up my neck and across my face. With a final moan he dropped to his knees resting his head between my legs as he caught his breath and shivered. I knitted my fingers in his dark curls and relaxed into him. He finally lifted his head to catch my eyes and I saw wickedness flashing there. Then he rose slowly and began to make his way up my body licking up the mess he had made along his way. His hot tongue traveling across my belly, then my breasts, up my neck, across my cheek before he hooked his thumb in my mouth opening it and kissing all of him into my mouth, the warm salty taste of him making me shiver with delight. I swallowed eagerly licking his tongue and mouth clean. "You are my only god." I whispered against him as he kissed his way back down my neck and then lowered me into the warm water, wrapping his body around mine.