Let Me Love You

New Perspectives

WREN

After reluctantly hopping on the back of Nash’a motorcycle, we make our way outside of town. So my surprise the ride was smooth. I wrapped myself tightly around Nash’s middle and I felt the warm morning sun on my exposed skin.

We drove for about fifteen minutes before we pull into a newly built subdivision. Cookie cutter houses with yards that look like something out of a Desperate Housewives episode line the streets. “Where the hell are we?” I ask myself.

Nash travels to the end of the cul de sac, and pulls into a driveway. The house is cute, and nothing like I would have expected out of him. The walkways are edged to perfection, with a window box filled with flowers. The house is two stories tall, with a large two car garage. A welcome flag is hanging by the front door, and the white siding exterior is adorned with black shutters next to all the large windows.

Nash hops off the bike, helping me get down and takes my helmet off before taking off his own.

I look at him, I’m sure the confusion is evident all over my face.

“You live here?” I ask, not want to sound rude. But this just seems so out of character for him.

“Yes? Why?” He asks, c*****g his eyebrow.

“With your wife and 2.5 children?” I laugh.

Nash’s face turns serious. I can feel my eyes go wide. s**t. Of course I would pick a married man.

“Look, I was going to tell you later, but my wife and I have been looking for someone to add to our family to help us spice up our marriage.” He says, his expression staying the same.

“Wait, what?!” f**k. f**k. f**k. I can feel the color draining from my face.

Suddenly Nash belts out in laughter, and I look at him with confusion. Why is this funny?

“Wren, I’m f*****g with you. I got a good deal on this house because I was the architect for this whole neighborhood. Trust me, it wouldn’t have been my first choice, but I couldn’t pass it up.” He continues to laugh.

I reach over and smack him in the arm. I can’t help but let out a laugh. I’m not sure if it’s because I think that was funny, or my nerves are slightly shot. Probably a mix of both.

“You’re such an ass. The people out in the burbs can be into some freaky shit.” I exclaim

“You’re telling me, I basically get eye f****d the entire time I run by all these stay at home moms. I swear they call each other, especially when I shirtless.” Nash makes a discussed face. I know I’d like to be in on that phone alert. I’ve seen his rock hard muscles glistening with sweat, and it’s a sight to behold.

Nash grabs my hand, guiding me toward the front door.

“Come with me, I’ll only be a minute.”

He says before opening the door, gesturing for me to enter as he holds it.

I walk inside and look around. The house has an open concept floor plan. The kitchen sits off to one side, it has a large island with industrial style barstools. All new modern stainless steal appliances are throughout. The marble countertops are clear of any clutter, except a bowl of fruit, and a coffee maker.

The living room has a large distressed leather L shaped sectional with two matching black chairs on the side, making a U shaped sitting area. A large black and white pattern rug sits beneath them, defining the space. They are all centered around a marble fireplace with a large television mounted to the top. I can see an Xbox, a play station, and a Nintendo switch on the mantle. Hm, a gamer, I can see that.

A staircase runs down the far wall of the living room, with a door under it, which I’m going to assume is either a bathroom or a closet.

“Welcome to my humble abode” Nash says closing the door behind me.

“It’s really nice.” I say, pleasantly surprised. You could probably fit four of my apartments on the first floor alone.

“How long have you lived here?” I ask

“About a year, I’m still working on some things to make the space feel more like me.” Nash explains.

I walk into the kitchen, running my hand along the cool marble counter top. It could totally use a woman’s touch, this place exudes masculine energy. But at the same time it’s surprisingly inviting.

“Want something to drink? Other than tequila.” Nash laughs as he makes his way to the fridge.

“Anything but that please.” I make a gag face, placing my pointer finger at the edge of my mouth.

Nash opens the refrigerator, and I peak inside. It’s packed full. Fresh fruits and vegetables, milk, flavored waters, iced coffee that looks like he probably brewed it himself. Lots of leftover food packaged in small containers. They even look as though they are labeled with the contents and dates. Am I in the twilight zone? I ask myself.

“How about this?” Nash hands me a black cherry bubly, and I accept it with pleasure.

“So I’m assuming you cook?” I ask, genuinely curious.

“Yeah actually. I’ve been cooking my own meals for twenty three years, so you can say that I know my way around a stove.” He shrugs.

“How old are you again?” I ask. I thought he said twenty eight, but maybe I didn’t here him correctly over the tequila.

“Twenty eight, why?” He looks at me confused.

“You’ve been cooking your own meals since you were five? Are you sure?” I ask, a hint of incredulity in my tone. That’s totally insane. No way.

“As sure as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west.” Nash pulls his lips into a tight line at his words.

Sensing that he’s growing uncomfortable with this conversation, I choose to move on.

“Maybe you can teach me how to cook. I can make Mac and cheese, and pizza rolls. And that’s where my expertise ends.” I say laughing.

Nash’s eyes glimmer the excitement. “Actually, I’d like that. What would you say if I suggested we skip the restaurant, and I make you brunch instead?” Nash gives a large smile in my direction. “I just went shopping on Friday, so my fridge has everything that we would need, and I even went to that fancy butcher shop in town and got this bacon that is literally the best thing you’ll ever have.”

“I’d be totally down for that, but keep in mind, if I’m helping you, there a good chance that I will burn that bacon.” I laugh.

“Nah, I’m good enough that with my help even you can f**k it up.”

Nash begins to pull out all different types of ingredients from his refrigerator. Farm fresh eggs, spinach and cheeses. The fancy bacon he raved about, and a some delicious looking bread. He pulls out different sized pans and olive oil. “This man owns olive oil?” I ask myself. I watch him as he whips around the kitchen like he’s Gordon Ramsey or something with awe.

Nash sets the pan on the gas stove turning it on, coating it in oil, he looks over his shoulder at me with a smile.

“Well Cmon, you want to learn how to cook don’t ya? Get that hot ass over here and get to work baby girl.” He laughs.

“Okay, but this is your last warning. I can not be held responsible for what I may ruin or burn down.” I walk over towards Nash.

“What do you want me to do?” I question.

“We’ll let’s start simple young grasshopper. Why don’t you start cracking the eggs into that bowl while I fry the bacon.”

“Okay, I think I can handle that.” I say with a playfulness to my tone.

I begin tapping the eggs on the counter and plop them in the bowl. However, I am making a mess as the egg whites drip down the side of the bowl pooling on the counter top. I think about wiping it up, but I’ll probably make a mess as I go, so I’ll wait until we’re all done.

I begin to whisk the eggs together, Nash instructs me to add some milk, along with some salt and pepper. I do as I’m instructed, and Nash walks over to me to grab the eggy mixture to throw in the pan.

He looks at the mess I’ve created and quietly opens the drawer next to me, pulling out a spray bottle of cleaner and some paper towels. He takes the bowl from my hands and wipes the sides and bottom rim, setting it down next to the stove. He then sprays the counter and wipes up the mess.

I look at him with some confusion. Nash shrugs his shoulders.

“Sorry, I can’t stand a mess. I’m always a clean as I go kind of guy.”

“Fair enough, I’ll keep a mental note for next time.” I say before I can even think. Who says there’s going to be a next time?

There’s a soft smile on Nash’s lips that reaches all the way to his sparkling blue eyes.

“Next time.” He nods his head, and pulls my hand so that I am pressed against his chest.

He lowers his face and engulfs me in a tender kiss. For such a large man he can be so tender. He keeps on surprising me. The man I met not even twenty four hours ago is this giant bundle of mystery, and the more I discover, the more I find myself like him.

“Cmon, help me make the omelets” Nash gestures toward the stove.

Soon we are flipping eggs and adding ingredients, I say we, but it’s mostly him. Though I did place the toast in the toaster, which he keeps in the walk in pantry, and I added the cheese.

When everything is done, Nash pulls out two plates, glasses and forks from a well organized cupboard, and sets them down on the island near two stools.

“Have a seat Wren. He points towards the open chairs, and I nod and sit down. He plates up our food, and heads to the fridge.

“Coffee or orange juice?” He asks

“Coffee!” I say

“Hot or iced?”

“Iced”

“Cream and sugar?” He looks at me questioningly

“Black” I say with a smile.

“A girl after my own heart.” He smiles back at me while placing a palm against his pecs.

Nash pours two glasses, sits down and we begin to eat. The food is incredible, the eggs are creamy, the bacon is amazing. And not to toot my own horn, but the toast is on point.

I hum with delight as I take bite after bite. Nash chuckles in satisfactions.

“You really are good.” I say between bites.

“Good looking, good kisser, good in bed, good cook, AAND you clean. What’s the catch?” I laugh

“Trust me, I’m not as perfect as I seem Wren” Nash looks at me with the same sadness that I’ve seen slip past his hard exterior before.

“Want to talk about it?” I ask.

“Nah, let’s not ruin a good time with all of my bullshit.” He laughs in a sarcastic tone, pushing the eggs around his plate.

“Okay, well I’m here if you change your mind.” I give him a look that I hope he doesn’t mistake as pity.

After breakfast, Nash insisted on loading the dish washer and wiping down the countertops right away, something I’m not use to at all. But hey, to each there own. Once we’re done Nash walks over to me.

“I still have to change my clothes, would you like to come with me? I’ll give you the grande tour.”

I nod my head and we make our way upstairs. We pass two empty bedrooms and a guest bathroom, a third bedroom that’s been converted into an office.

It has framed blue prints covering the walls, and a drafting desk in the corner. A larger desk sits in the middle of the main wall, with three large computer screens. Then we walk down to the end of the hall where a set of double doors sit.

We enter the room that’s rather large, a king sized bed sets in the middle of the wall farthest from the door with a night stand on each side. A large mounted tv sits above a second marble fireplace on the opposite wall of the bed. Three doors are to the side, and I’m assuming they are closets and the master bath. The room feels super cozy with a black feature wall behind the bed and warm wood toned furniture.

“So this is where the magic happens?” I ask, still looking around, just now noticing the vaulted ceiling.

“Something like that,” Nash let’s out a laugh.

He disappears into one of the giant walk in closets, and begins to strip out of his old clothes. He throws everything into a hamper and pulls out a pair of boxers from a dresser. He walks out with nothing else on as he heads to the bathroom.

He motions for me to follow him, he opens the door and my mouth falls open. This room is probably as big as my studio. There is a large walk in shower with multiple heads all around it, a free standing claw foot tub that looks like it could hold four adults, and a large vanity with two sinks and two mirrors behind the marble counter top.

I watch as Nash makes his way over to the sink. Pulling a tooth brush out from one of the drawers he begins brushing his teeth. I watch as his muscular back full of tattoos flexes.

He spits into the sink and looks up at me through the mirror. I can see he shoulders convulse slightly as he silently chuckles, tooth brush still in mouth.

“You’re staring again.” He smiles.

“The view from back here is pretty great.” I say shyly as I feel color flood my neck.

Nash rinses out his mouth before gargling some mouth wash. He sets everything back where he found it, and rinses out the sink with his hands, then turns to dry them on the hanging towel.

“I’m not going to feed you any bullshit, but I just want you to know that I’m really enjoying you here Wren.” Nash says quietly as he walks towards me.

“Funnily enough, I’m really enjoying being here.” I smirk, looking up towards his face.

“Good, I like being on the same page.”

Nash leans in, his lips meeting with mine. He runs his tongue along my bottom lip, pleading to be let in. I oblige and soon its exploring my mouth. The mintyness of the tooth paste mixed with the natural taste of him breath is intoxicating.

I let out a squeal as he squats down so he can grip the underside of my thighs, lifting me into his arms. He walks forward a few steps and I feel the cool wall hit my back as he pins me against it. I moan at the contrast of hot and cold.

Our tongues fight for dominance as we stay there locked onto each other. I grind my hips against his erection, and he groans into my mouth.

Nash breaks the kiss, looking me in the eyes as he rests his forehead against mine.

“Listen, if you don’t want this to go any further, we should stop now. If you keep rubbing my d**k with that tight little p***y, I won’t be able to control myself.” He whispers.

I can feel my core pulsating with need. I want him, I need him right now. Wrapping my hands around the back of his head, I slam his lips back into mine, bucking my hips against him with urgency.

Nash let’s out a low groan. He backs away from the wall, and turns towards the door, making his way back into the bedroom. He sets me down on the floor next to the bed, spinning me so I am facing away from him.

He quickly bends me over so my head and torso are on the bed, my legs still in contact with the floor. Leaning over me, he places a kiss on the back of my neck, trailing them down my spine. He plants a final kiss right above my ass as he drags his finger tips down my legs until he reaches the hem of my dress. He slowly pulls up my dress until it’s bunched above my hips, exposing my ass.

He hooks two thumbs on either side of the waist and pulls my thong down towards my feet, dropping it as it slides to the floor.

“Step out of those.” He commands

I do as I’m told, and I’m met with a light smack to my backside. The stinging pain, elicits a small gasp from my lips.

Nash places a hand on my lower back, holding me in place, and the other slowly trails its way up my inner thigh towards my dripping heat. He swipes gently, parting my folds and he begins massaging my c**t.

I arch my back as the pressure between my legs builds. Nash takes the hand holding me down and smacks the other side of my ass while rubbing the hard numb between my legs. I let out a loud moan as the pain mixed with pleasure begins to overtake my body.

He lets out a sultry laugh as he inserts a finger into my core.

“That’s a good girl. Let me know how good I make you feel.” He says in a low gravely voice.

He inserts a second finger and begins to pump vigorously in and out. My hips move, trying to chase his fingers as they slide out of me, not wanting to lose any contact.

“So eager, tell me, what do you want?” He asks me, removing his hands from me. My p***y aches at the loss of contact. And I let out a small cry filled with need.

“Use your words Wren. Do you want me to f**k that tight little p***y?” Nash says as he swats my backside again.

“YES, I need you, please!” I scream out.

I hear the bedside drawer next to us open and the sound of plastic opening. I’m assuming it’s a condom. After what feels like an eternity, I can feel Nashes hard length nudging against my entrance. I rock my hips back so my ass is flush against him.

He lets out another low laugh and begins to work his way inside of me. Both of us exhaling a breath we didn’t even realize we’d been holding.

He pumps slowly at first, allowing me to adjust to his size, but soon it’s not enough.

“Harder.” I moan

Nash begins to slam in to me, pulling out his shaft all the way and driving in until the hilt. I scream as pleasure washes over me. Another swift smack comes to my ass and I squeal.

He places his large hands over my hips and lifts my legs, wrapping then around his thighs. He continues his conquest over my body until I can feel myself begin to unravel.

I burry my face into the bed and moan deeply as pure ecstasy takes over my body. I can feel my orgasm running down my c**t.

Nash pulls out and flips me around. And inserts himself back inside of me. He places a thumb on my hypersensitive c**t and begins to rub circles, still slamming into me over and over again. He leans over me and starts trailing kisses all over my neck, and I can feel another orgasm building inside of me.

Nash kisses his way down my chest, landing on the top of my breast, he switch’s between gentle bites and open mouth kisses. It’s all becomes too much again as I find myself falling over the edge again. This time he is not far behind me as he grunts at his own release.

Nash collapses on top of me, our lungs heaving. He kisses my forehead, my nose and then my lips as we lay there.

“You are so f*****g gorgeous when you c*m all of my d**k, do you know that?” Nash says with a sated smile.

I close my eyes, not sure how to answer that, I just nod.

Nash gets up and goes to the bathroom, he comes back out with a towel and begins to clean me up, he takes my legs and slides my panties back on. Picking me up, he walks me up the bed, pulling the covers down. Nash lays me down and climbs in after me, pulling me on to his chest, as he begins to stroke my hair.

All I can think before I begin to drift off to sleep is “I could stay here like this forever.”