EroticReverie

Bella …two weeks later

I don’t have a care in the world. For these past two weeks , the only thing that causes me stress is having to get up to go to work and not be able to stay in bed all day with Walker. 

We haven’t told our friends yet, but my friends that I love with have texted me multiple times these past few weeks in our group chat and outside of it, asking when I’m coming back to the apartment and jokingly asking if I still live there. They know where I am too. And it’s not unusual for me to spend the night at Walkers. But it IS unusual for me to spend the night EVEY night. I ignore their comments with eye roll emojis and don’t confirm nor deny when they ask if we’re finally dating. They go on assuming their theories back and forth in the group chat for just the girls and I don’t say a word. 

It was kind of nice though. Having so many people that we were friends with, always seeing something between us that made them assume we’d eventually end up together. Even before we gave in and admitted that we were in love to one another , our friends had always assumed we’ve hooked up at least a few times. Even though we hadn’t. I liked that they saw everything that we denied to ourselves. I liked that we made sense not just to ourselves, but to other people as well. Not that what they thought mattered, it just made me feel more confident that me and Walker would work. WE had to work. There was no going back from deciding to date one another. Even if we ended for some reason on civil terms, it wouldn’t be the same afterward. So if I was going to do anything in my life, it was making sure I didn’t lose my favorite person in the world. 

I walk in the front door to of his house, and Sampson lifts his head and his tongue hangs out of his mouth as he pants and pushes up from his dog bed and runs over , tail wagging and I laugh as his snout pushes to it’s known greeting place. 

“You know, I think he’s trying to steal you from me” Walker says and I roll my eyes and push Sampsons face away gently and scratch his head. 

Walker smiles and walks right over to me. 

“Out of the way home wrecker” he says to Sampson and I laugh as Walker pulls me into him and wraps one arm around me. The other lifting and his hand cradles the back of my head and he puts his mouth to mine. 

I liked being greeted like this now everytime I walked into his house. And it’s a shame that I could’ve been having this greeting for five years already if I’d had just admitted that I wanted more than just friendship with him. 

“Missed you so fucking much today” he groans on my mouth. 

“I missed you too” I say. Because I did. I always missed him. But now , being his girlfriend, I missed him even more because I was constantly just waiting to be held like this, kissed like this, I couldn’t get enough of being his. 

“I’ve got dinner ready, but not sure I can wait to have you, is it alright if I get you out of these clothes and fill that pussy up?” He groans on my mouth and I nod. 

Everyday after work it was a different version of the same admission, he needed me immediately when I walked in the door, just like I needed him. I was sure eventually our fucking needs would die down a little, but we were blissfully living in the honeymoon phase of never being able to get enough of each other. We haven’t even gone out with our friends for the past two weeks, because our time is spent mauling each other and we haven’t been able to bring ourselves to spare a few hours or a night out to spend time with anyone but each other.  

“Where do you want to be fucked today Peanut?” He groans as he grabs my blouse and unbuttons it. 

“I think….weve run out of spots to fuck” I exhale , because we made a fucking list of places we needed to fuck in the house. The surfaces. Yes. Then i made an actual fucking chart. That was hanging on the fridge with little star stickers next to all the places weve checked off. He fucked me hard when he saw that chart. Told me i had no right being so god damn adorable and hot and slapped a sticker next to  “kitchen floor” and took me right there , hard and rough. 

He groans and pulls my shirt off and licks his lips as he stares at my red lace bra and then u zips my skirt. 

“Fuck.” He groans as my skirt falls and he lays his eyes on my matching red panties under my nude transparent stockings. 

I go to step out of my shoes but he stops me and shakes his head. 

“Leave those dick charmers on” he says and I laugh and then he pulls me into him and grabs my ass and groans as we start kissing again. My arms around his neck and he walks us backward and into the kitchen towards our perverted sex chart. 

He stops kissing me to look at it. Some of the places have more than one star. And there’s a full sheet of stickers lined up under " bed ".  

“Clearly not the bed.” He says and I laugh. 

Our tastes for the bedroom were the same. We liked a little spice and kink, but nothing extreme. So I decided to bring up one thing we haven’t done yet. 

“I don’t see outside or the car on the list.” I say. His head turns from the list and to me. And I wonder for a brief second if that’s too much but then I see the grin on his face. And know that it’s not. 

“You want me to fuck you outside Peanut?” He asks and I nod. And he licks his lips and brings his hand to my throat and pushes me gently up against the fridge. 

“You want me to fuck that pussy where neighbors could see my beautiful girlfriend in her hot red panties and bra, bent over getting fucked like a good girl?” He asks. His mouth hovering and teasing over mine as I nod with a whimper. 

“Yes please.” I exhale and he smiles. He has a small back yard that leads out into the trees of a small wooded area. He has a wooden fence , but that doesn’t mean if his neighbors looked out their second floor window that they wouldn’t see us. They certainly could. I also knew that neither of his neighbors had children so I wasn’t worried about scarring some kid for life. 

“Get your hot fucking ass outside ,babe”  he says as he slides his hand to my waist and we go outside. 

There’s a small cemented area for the small patio table a few chairs. 

“Put your hands on the fucking table Bella” he says as Sampson darts outside with us and runs around the yard minding his own business. 

I do as I’m told. I step my feet apart and the bottoms of my heels grip the paved patio floor as I place my hands on the table. Im fucking soaked as I turn my head one way and then the other looking to the houses. 

Walkers hands slide between my legs and I bite my lip as I feel him grab at the fabric of my stocking and rip them open. I gasp as I feel them split up the back and down the middle. 

“You’ll pay for those Cupcake” I say. He laughs and then cups my pussy. I moan as he rubs me through my panties and my head pushes up and back and my eyes roll back as he massages my clit through my panties. 

“And you’ll pay for how hot you look in them Peanut” he says and I moan as he slides his hand from my pussy and over my ass and up my back and then up into my hair as he pushes himself against my ass through his pants. 

“Youre so fucking beautiful” he groans and I turn my head and look back at him. 

He smiles and then leans over me and kisses my mouth as his cock pushes harder against me and my ass moves into him. Grinding against him. 

“I love you” he groans softly. 

I pant and respond with the same words and then his mouth dips to my shoulder and kisses it. Then over the strap of my bra and along my back , his hand pushing my hair to the side and kissing the back of my neck as he groans on my skin while I keep pushing my ass into him. 

“Fuck me baby, please” I breathe. 

“Mmmm” he hums and then is leaning back up and undoing his pants and I stay there, my hips impatiently writhing in the air as I move my ass side to side.

I hear his zipper and feel his fingers reach down and slide my panties to the side. 

“Cmere peanut” he says and pushes the head of his cock against my pussy with a groan. 

Then I push back my ass and take him inside of me. His hands grabbing my hips as he groans. He doesn’t move. He lets me do it, lets me sink his cock into myself and work myself back and forth on it slowly. 

“Shit, fuck, fuck” I curse softly. I would never get tired of how good it felt for him to be inside of me. I wasn’t sure I’d ever not feel the five years of wanting this. Not sure we’d ever make up for those years no matter how much we had sex. I’d always feel that wanting inside of me, I’d always feel the relief of his thick cock sinking into me like he was made for me. I’d always be fucking needy for him. 

“Good girl, show me how much you missed me Peanut” he says quietly and just grips my hips a bit harder as I keep slipping back and forth. Rocking myself forward and then back into him. My ass pushing against him with his cock buried inside of me and I swivel my hips greedily , wanting and needing to feel him everywhere inside of me. 

“Fuck, that’s it babe, good girl” he groans and I clench around him. “Good girl” has never been as hot as it is when he says it. Sure it was fun and sexy if other guys I’d been with said it. It turned me on. But it did so much more than turn me on when Walker praises me. Because I NEED to be HIS good girl. 

“Keep fucking my cock babe” he says softly and then starts to thrust slightly. We move slow, unhurried, fucking like we’re in the bedroom and not outside where someone could possibly see. We’re in no rush to escape the exhibitionism or worried about getting caught. Because the possibly getting caught part is too much fun, and has us both even more turned on. We want it to last. So we take our time. 

“Yeah Peanut, take my cock babe, good fucking girl” he groans and slides one hand off my hip and up my back. 

“Beautiful , adorable, sexy fucking girl” he groans and slips his hand gently up into my hair and fists a bunch of it at my nape and gently holds it and pulls as I let my head follow his hand and lean it back as we both keep moving. 

“Fuck, I’m so fucking in love with you Peanut” he groans and I whimper. I loved how much he told me. How often he said those words. How easy it was to believe them and not question if he meant it. Because he didn’t even have to tell me as much as he did, because I felt it, in the way he looked at me, the way he kissed me. The way he makes love to me and fucks me. The way he texts me multiple times a day to check in with me , even more than he used to before we got together. The way he holds me at night and in morning. The way he cooks for me and refuses to let me lift a finger to do anything around his house. 

“I love you too” I moan as our bodies become faster, my ass moving faster and slapping against his hips as I let out a loud moan. 

“Shhhh” he whispers softly but goes even harder as if to challenge me to keep quiet. 

Then I stop moving and let him take over as he drips my hair and both hands are on my hips again and he’s pulling me back as he thrusts into me. My hands pushing into the small stone table on metal legs. It rattles with the weight of my hands on it and his thrusts forcing more weight into my hands. My legs shake slightly as I try to hold back the sounds that want to come out of my mouth. I still moan, whimper, they’re probably still loud for fucking in public without getting caught or being heard if someone’s outside next door in either of the yards. But he doesn’t hush me and just goes faster. Harder. My pussy clenching as I let out a cry that I know is too loud. But he doesn’t shut me up with a hand over my mouth, and still doesn’t hush me. He just keeps fuckjng me. Letting me fucking have it, letting me slip little cries into the air and groaning as slows and then starts to focus on just going deep. 

My heels lift at the back and I’m on my tip toes everytime he thrusts into me. I let out a short scream when he slams hard into me. Hands gripping my hips harder. Making me take every bit of him, making me feel him, making it hurt in the best way. 

“Youre hurting my pussy baby” I whine and he groans. He knows it’s not me telling him to stop. He knows it’s me telling him so he knows exactly what he’s doing to me, that he’s fuckjng me so fucking good and giving it to me just the way I want it. 

“Hurt me harder” I whine. 

“Bella” he groans. 

“Harder baby” I whine. “Fuck me harder” 

“Fuck” he grunts and goes harder and my eyes roll back in my head my tits bounce beneath me as my hands slide further over the table. I moan at the slightly differently angle. So does he. 

“Fuck me, fuck me” I whine and I know it’s not at all quiet or discreet. But I’m also not screaming it either. 

“Fuckin love you” he growls. 

“Uh huh” I pant. “Love…you…too” I gasp between each thrust and curse as my head drops down and I feel the way his thrusts make my head bounce when I forget how to fucking hold my head up. 

“Yeah baby, give it to me” I whine.

“Fuuuck Bella, I’m gonna cum babe” he groans. 

“I’m close” I whine. 

“Get closer babe, cause I’m gonna fucking lose it real soon” he groans and I whimper.  

He slows and then reaches around and I feel his hands grip the stocking and pull. Ripping them a little more and his fingers diving into my panties and against my clit. 

“Get there babe, cum on my cock ,Peanut” he pants as he rubs my clit and I moan louder. Cursing and trying to shut the hell up , but I can’t, it’s fucking impossible. I fucking love the way he fucks me and touches me and speaks to me. 

“Cmon precious, cum for me babe” he groans quietly and I feel my orgasm shoot to the edge and I fall right over. Because since we had the talk about what dirty names he was allowed to call me, he doesn’t use them all that much. Probably because he hates that I was called worse thing during sex. And hates that anyone called me those things outside of sex. He hasn’t said that. But I know him well enough. He thinks I’m perfect and hates when anyone upsets me or is mean to me. So I know he hates that exes have called me names during fights and that’s why he goes for calling me things as sweet as “precious” instead of degrading me. 

“Fuck-ungh” he grunts as he feels me cum and then thrusts a few more times, hard and deep and his hips lose their pace as he starts to cum too. He groans loudly and I pant as my legs shake and his hand that was in my panties, that arm is wrapped around my waist to keep up, his other hand pressed to the table as he thrusts one last time with a satisfied groan and then stills as he breathes hard. 

His mouth comes to the side of my head and places a kiss to my hair. 

“I love you” he exhales. 

“I love you too” I sigh with content as he slides out of me slowly with a groan. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He says and kisses my shoulder and then we both push off the table and he smiles when I turn around and look at him. 

I smile and scrunch my nose. 

“Let’s go add a star to that chart” he says and I give a little breathy laugh and nod.