Dwelling in Desire Ch. 11

Things had gone from tense, to light, to even more tense than before. And I hadn't the slightest idea what to do about it.

Just finish the eggs and get to work.

"Mmm, those were terrific Curt. Seriously, thank you," I sighed in satisfaction from the most amazing eggs I'd ever had. I wasn't even a big egg fan, but I could easily be converted. Especially by him.

"My pleasure Bethany," he afforded me half a cocky grin. "I'm heading to work in half an hour, so is there anything you need before I go?"

"No Curt, you've done more than enough. Thank you."

He nodded before turning to head upstairs and get ready.

A glance at the clock told me it was nearly eight. The bedroom furniture would be arriving soon, and Rick shortly thereafter.

I quickly threw on my clothes from yesterday, glad that I didn't have to spend any extra time selecting. I had one outfit to choose from this morning. Two if I counted the robe, which of course I did not.

I did have a choice of hairstyle though. Pig buns or ponytail. Or messy frump girl. I opted for ponytail, just for the sake of looking in any way different from yesterday.

>Ding, Dong<

Uffff, you're almost done Beth...

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I don't know why I fussed so much over the master bedroom. I just wanted it to be perfect. The other rooms had been easy, more or less. This one I wanted to be a masterpiece. It was where Curt, that sexy God of a man, would sleep every night. It was only fitting that he should have a room that spoke to his sexiness. His rough masculine allure.

The dark walls had definitely been a bold choice. But I had to do it. It was the only way to get the sharp, dramatic, sultry feel I felt was worthy of him. The key to making it work was proper lighting, and contrast with the other elements like bedding, and artwork and such.

While I had felt a small degree of trepidation, it didn't take long at all before the big picture began to materialize. My vision was coming together.

"Okay Rick, I need this piece hung over here, and these above the bed, and the large mirror over there above the dresser..."

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I practically growled when I saw Thor again on the security feed.

Relax ass-wipe, do you remember what you saw yesterday? This girl is all business. Eye on the ball, no fucking nonsense. The guy is her contractor, nothing more.

Still, the impressively built man in close proximity to Beth, with no one else around, had me on edge. I couldn't stand it.

Had Joe not put me back to work, I might have rushed home and politely seen Thor to the door.

So much for that.

It was five before I was able to leave the office, and it took over a half hour in traffic to get home, by which time I was certain Beth would have made her departure.

I was relieved though when I pulled past the gate and saw Beth's car, and no one else's. Thor was gone, thank God. I was lucky not to have crashed into the fucking wall in my haste to get inside.

"Curt! I'm glad you're home!" she greeted me with a smug grin as I entered.

"Are you? Why's that?" I teased.

"Because, I want to give you the tour of your new home!"

"Hmmm, sounds enticing," I grinned. "Well go on, lead the way beautiful."

She rolled her eyes at my "beautiful" line of course, but her blush betrayed her. She was far too excited to get annoyed with me. I chuckled softly as I followed her, relishing the eagerness that radiated from her.

This was the Beth I'd fallen in love with. The happy Beth that sketched out her ideas that first day, captivating me, enchanting me. I knew then that I was a goner. And I was. I had fallen.

As she brought me through each room, I regretted that I was still more taken with her than I was the rooms themselves. But I humored her. She obviously took immense pride in her work, and rightfully so.

The downstairs was neutral, warm, and welcoming. Everything I could have asked for and more. But the study was what really knocked it out of the park. The cabinetry was exceptionally well crafted, beautifully finished, and the glass cabinet lights would highlight my gun collection nicely.

"I'm floored Beth. I seriously don't know what to say," I shook my head in amazement, taking in my new home office.

"That's exactly what I like to hear actually," she grinned. "It'll be even nicer when you get your guns all set up."

"Indeed," I nodded.

"So, now that we've gotten that out of the way, are you ready to see the master bedroom?"

"Do I need to answer?" I raised an eyebrow.

She couldn't contain a smirk.

"I guess not. Follow me," she ordered before sauntering out of the office.

As I followed, my eyes trained on her ass, I fought against the erection that I knew was inevitable. With her. In my bedroom.

Without further delay, Bethany opened the double doors to the master, and the new room that greeted me was...

I gawked. I fucking gawked.

"Beth..."

She said nothing, just took in my reaction.

The room was exquisite. The lighting was intimate, glimmering and casting exotic shadows here and there. The décor was masculine, not excessive, and almost tribal in style. It was an intriguing blend of drama, sex, and warmth.

My eyes roamed all over the space, observing every feature, every amenity, every thought that she had clearly put into this.

And then the bed.

It was impressive. Tall, substantial, and definitely sturdy looking. I approached it, feeling the texture of the rich oak, appreciating the quality of the hand rubbed finish.

Hoping Bethany didn't take notice, I gripped one of the posts and gave it a light shake. It didn't. Fucking. Budge.

The bed itself was massive and solid, but the bed linens were soft and inviting. I trailed my hands along the soft coverlet, and marveled at her creation.

"Well?" she whispered.

Turning to her, I smiled.

"You've outdone yourself Beth. I'm without words. Again!" I laughed.

"So, everything is to your satisfaction then?"

"I'd have to say that, yes," I sighed. "Which means, my dear Bethany, that our contract is at an end."

The look that washed over her face was a mix of pride and sadness.

But I held out my hand to her.

"Come here Beth," I ordered gently.

She hesitated a moment before taking my hand, letting me draw her closer.

"Our business is concluded, yes?"

Her eyes widened, and she nodded indecipherably.

"Give me the words Bethany."

"Yes Curt, our business is concluded," she whispered, looking down shyly.

Lifting her chin, I commanded her full attention.

"I'm going to kiss you now, Bethany. Do you consent?"

Again she nodded, though it was little more than a shiver.

"Yes."

Thank Christ.

I pulled her to me, crushing her soft body against mine as I claimed her mouth.

She succumbed instantly to the kiss, sighing in pleasure. It was mutual. The pleasure. The relief. We'd both waited long enough.

Her kiss was chaste, but it enflamed me. My fingers found her hair, and released it from its binding, her lovely golden waves spilling free.

Satisfied that I could now run my fingers through her hair, I took full advantage. I pulled gently, tilting her head back. I teased her lips with my tongue, seeing if she would give, as she had that night.

She gave.

God it made my balls ache as she gave.

"Mmmm," she moaned wantonly as I explored her mouth with my tongue this time.

I couldn't take any more. I pulled free of the embrace, stepping back, and observing her as she panted in excitement.

"Do you want me Bethany?" I demanded. "Tell me now."

"Yes, Curt. I want you. Please," she begged, reaching for me.

It was enough. I pulled her to me again in a kiss more aggressive than before, savoring her mews of sweet submission as I reached down to swiftly lift her shirt up and over her head. She gasped as our lips were torn from one another.

Making quick work of her bra, I all but ripped it away, relishing the brief look of fear in her eyes.

Immediately her arms came up to cover her breasts.

"No," I admonished, her eyes flying to mine in surprise from my harsh tone. "No Bethany, you will not hide yourself. Hands down."

She obeyed, but was clearly embarrassed, though I could not imagine why.

"Your breasts are glorious baby," I growled. "Glorious. Do not be ashamed."

I grazed my finger lightly over the supple globes of flesh, enjoying her shiver of anticipation, and the blush of her cheeks.

"Now you do me," I ordered.

She was going to be with me in this. Every step of the way. I needed to have her properly, and that meant with her full participation.

After running her demure hands over my stomach and chest, and removing my already loosened tie, she began shyly plucking at each button. I bit my lip, willing her to go faster, but she was an innocent to the last. And I loved it.

"Good girl," I purred as she completed her task.

Observing me now shirtless, she licked her lips. "Now you?"

"Yes, now me," I smiled, caressing her belly before unfastening her shorts.

They were snug on her, but I tugged firmly, and drew them down her legs. I could smell her moist sex through her panties, tempting me, but I pulled back.

This moment, this night, could not end prematurely. I wouldn't let it.

"Now you again baby," I nodded to her.

I bit my lip as I saw her swallow in nervousness. I held perfectly still, demanding that she complete her task without my help. But I couldn't withhold a soft groan as I felt her undoing my belt. Her careful, delicate, innocent fingers manipulating my heavy leather belt. I was nearly undone as she slipped it free.

How I kept it together as she undid the button, and then the fly, was staggering. My dick was rigid, and it pulsed from the sensual hum of the zipper as it grazed over my shaft.

There was no concealing my lust for her now. It was there. Jutting obscenely towards her as she looked on in shock. And delicious fear.

"Now me," I swallowed, reaching for her, slipping my fingers inside the edge of her cute pink panties, and pulling them down and away.

I fought the urge to throw her on the bed immediately as I observed her beautiful blonde pussy mane. It was just as cute as I'd dreamed.

Untouched. Unspoilt. Mine.

Without waiting for her cue, Beth took her turn.

Her curiosity had obviously overridden her shyness.

I sucked in air through my teeth as she ran her fingers along the waistband of my shorts. She startled at the noise, and looked up at me, intrigued by my reaction.

"Go on," I said hoarsely, my hands fisted at my sides.

I bit my lip as she pulled the boxers down, my shaft bouncing as it cleared. I chuckled softly at her little gasp, only to release a strained moan when she touched me.

"It's soft!" she whispered in amazement.

"Doesn't feel soft to me," I laughed.

"It's hard, but soft," she mused, clearly fascinated with the basic male appendage.

"Up on the bed baby, you've had your turn," I teased. "Go on, get on up on that beautiful bed. We're going to see just how durable it is."

Unsure and shy again, she climbed up on the bed, and situated herself facing me.

"Scoot up some more baby, lay back," I commanded her softly.

When she was laying flat, I crawled up and over her, straddling her waist, my cock skimming her belly and making her gasp.

"Do it again," I ordered as I pressed my finger to her lips. "Do it."

Her eyes glazed, and she opened for me.

"Suck."

My eyes closed as I felt her comply immediately.

"That's a good girl," I nodded, my cock twitching in jealousy.

Withdrawing my wet finger from her now red lips, I nodded for her to take her turn.

"Touch me Bethany."

I had to exert all possible control not to take her right then. Her fingers were so fucking soft! So small, delicate, hesitant.

"Don't be afraid baby," I soothed. "You can be rougher with it, just avoid the nails."

She nodded, and squeezed the shaft. Then her fingertips went north, and my toes curled. She traced the ridge of the head gently before caressing it.

"It's so warm," she whispered in awe.

"Very," I agreed. "My turn."

I shifted to lay beside her, kissing her tenderly on the mouth before venturing south to her heaving breasts.

"God, Bethany," I gushed just before engulfing a nipple in my mouth. The air left her lungs as I sucked. She squirmed, and cried out.

Her whimpers spurring me on, I sucked with vigor, alternating between her breasts. I desperately longed to sink my teeth into her flesh, but she was not ready. I didn't want to scare her.

"Curt please!" she begged, although she knew not what for.

It was time.

"I'm gonna touch your pussy now baby," I warned.

As my hand shifted down, her legs clamped together.

"Open your legs for me Bethany," I purred, before resuming my attentions on her breasts.

She shuddered before slowly shifting her legs apart, just enough for my hand. I petted her pussy mane gently, teasingly, before delving lower. I barely needed to touch her to feel her juices, bountiful as they were. But she felt that barest touch and lifted her hips with a gasp.

"You're wet," I whispered before dipping my finger between her soft nether lips.

"Aahhh!" she gasped, her legs trembling, closing over my wrist and then loosening. She was in heat.

"Shhh, good girl," I soothed.

She was so tight, so fucking tight, and so fucking wet. She wanted it. She needed it. But not enough.

With my thumb, I sought out her tiny bud. I knew I'd found it when she bucked. I prodded at it gently, savoring her squirms, holding her right leg down with mine to keep her in place.

"You want this Bethany."

"Aahhh, ffuuucck..." she cried out as I began to circle her now protruding clitoris.

"It's okay baby, let go," I urged. "Let go."

I added a second finger to her pussy and stroked her.

"Yessss!!" she squealed, her hips still squirming back and forth in silent protest. "Aahhh!"

My control had worn dangerously thin, and it was enough when I felt her spasm and drench my hand with her juices. Her virgin pussy juices.

Sweet Christ.

I kissed her deeply, passionately in the aftermath of her orgasm, and she submitted beautifully, eagerly engaging my questing tongue.

"Are you ready for me Bethany baby?" I murmured. "I need to be inside you."

"Yes Curt, please!" she nodded, incapable of anything more articulate. But I knew what she needed. There was nothing more to say.

I positioned myself over her, kneeing her legs apart as gently as I could, not wanting to frighten her. What came next would be more than enough.

"Sweetheart, it's going to hurt."

She nodded, and begged again, "Please..."

I stroked my cock up and down her gash, coating it as best I could before I took aim.

"Please..."

I held her wrists down firmly before covering her mouth with mine.

And then impaled her, fully.

"Mmmm!!" she screamed into my mouth, but I wouldn't release her. I held still inside her, letting her adapt.

"Mmmm, mmmm..."

Her cries slowly died down, transitioning to soft whimpers.

I began to circle my hips, grinding down against her, putting pressure on her mound, on her clit.

When she'd calmed, I released her mouth, venturing down over her throat, and to the side of her neck.

"I'm inside you baby. God, you feel so good," I breathed into her ear before licking and nibbling, drawing a new series of moans from her.

And I began to pump her.

Slowly. Firmly. Painfully.

Her virgin cunt was so tight, I knew I wouldn't last long. But lucky for my pride, that was probably for the best. She was tender. Untried.

"Kiss me again Curt, please," she begged sweetly, and I happily obliged, releasing her wrists in tandem.

Her whimpers now alternated with unmistakable cries of ecstasy. I knew she was ready. I increased my pace, eager for my own release.

"Mmmhhmmm!!" she cried into my mouth. Her hands had ventured from my back to my shoulders, to my scalp.

Her fingers in my hair, her nails tickling my scalp made my cock twitch and throb inside of her. I was getting close, and we groaned in unison into each other's mouths as my thrusts became more erratic.

How I was capable of rational thought at this point was beyond me, but the bright red light bulb suddenly went on, and I quickly pulled free of our kiss.

"Bethany I'm close..." I gritted as I continued to thrust.

"Baby, are you on the pill?"

Silence.

Oh boy.

"No," she whispered.

God fucking dammit. Why didn't I address this earlier? Fuck!

I shuddered as I slowed my pace, bracing myself for the bitter agony of pulling out.

Just as I was starting to withdraw, I felt her legs tighten around me, holding me in place. My eyes flew to hers in confusion.

"Please don't stop."

Oh Jesus.

Don't stop? Don't stop?

Fucking hell.

"Beth," I warned, my voice hoarse from restraint.

"Please."

She begged so sweetly. So desperately. Fuck.

I didn't have the will to refuse her. Or myself. Not when this need had burned so deeply inside of me for so long.

Trembling, I pushed slowly back in to the hilt, luxuriating once more in her virgin tightness. She moaned as her pussy fluttered around me, causing me to hiss in anticipation.

The pressure in my balls had seemingly doubled, but I clenched my teeth and fought against it, savoring the moment. She wanted me to cum inside her, unprotected. She wanted me to...

"Fffuck!" I hissed as I surrendered fully to my pent-up desires, thrusting more urgently between her young soft thighs.

I could hear her juices between us, betraying her arousal. Betraying her excitement. Her desire for me. For this. She wanted this.

And I wanted this.

I tangled my fingers in Bethany's hair, pulling gently, forcing her eyes to mine. They were full of tears.

She knew it was wrong. I knew it was wrong.

And it forced me ever closer to the precipice.

My cock now pistoning furiously in and out of her, my balls tightening, I kissed her deeply before giving her one last chance.

"Bethany, I can't hold back anymore honey! I need to...I'm gonna..."

"Don't stop!" she screamed, her nails digging into my back.

Her pussy clutched and milked at me and it was too much.

"Oh Christ!!" I howled, grimacing in thick sexual agony.

I forced my cock as deep as I could, rooting myself at her gate. And finally let go.

"Aaahh! Aahhhhh! Aaaaahhhhhh fffuckkk!!"

I came. And came. Inside of her.

I barely registered her sweet cries as my balls released their long harbored load into her fertile young womb.

Fertile. Young. Womb.

Thoughts of the ramifications sent me spiraling, and I twitched and shuddered inside her as her virgin walls milked me of all resources. Still, her legs clutched insistently around my hips, holding me tight as she whimpered and sighed.

God.

I struggled to regulate my breathing, now covered in sweat.

Finally rolling to my back, I pulled her with me, chuckling softly as she refused to let me disengage.

Several moments passed before I began to soften inside of her.

"Why?" I asked her solemnly.

Silence.

"I don't know," she whispered. "I just...wanted it. All of it."

Strangely, I could understand her vague reasoning. I should have pulled out the instant I realized she was unprotected. But like her, I wanted all of it.

I wanted to possess her. As I always had. From the moment I saw her in that little gray skirt and ruffled blouse.

I said nothing in response, just held her firmly to me, and kissed her head before sleep finally claimed us.