Ophelia’s Strength (FREE to read!)

Wow

Ophelia’s POV

I can’t believe I had been so bold, I lay on Hector’s toned chest snuggled in, enjoying the moment but so shocked at myself. I had never been very confident in bed, well to be honest I’ve never been very confident in any way. I’ve always felt odd, like I don’t quite fit in. Hector just makes me feel right, like I can be myself, act as my body tells me to. The s** was amazing, and I feel amazing.

As if he can read my mind Hector whispers “You are delightful in every which way.”

I smile at him and he kisses my forehead. We both drift off to sleep.

I dream that I am in the beautiful cottage again. There are exotic butterflies and birds. Once again I walk in and pour myself some tea. The beautiful lady joins me. I can see her clearer this time. She has long blonde hair like me. Her eyes are a bright green and she has freckles across her pale skin. She grabs my hands and tells me, “You deserve love. You deserve this love. Love is not always easy, but if it’s true you will know and it will prevail.”

I go to ask what she means by this but I can’t actually form the words. I struggle to try to say something, but just can’t. Suddenly I am ripped from my dream by an alarm clock going off.

“Sorry!” Hector groggily says. I look over, it’s 5am. “I usually go to the gym about now, I will skip it today though. Go back to sleep if you can.”

I stare at him and remember last nights events, I blush a bit realizing that we are. It’s very n***d and draped over each other.

“I don’t think I will be able to, are you still tired?” I ask.

“No, I feel great!” He says and gives me a gentle kiss. “Coffee?” He asks.

“Absolutely! I can make us some breaks fast if you show me where things are?”

“Deal, you make some food and I’ll make some coffees.” He replies as he gets up. I can’t help but stare at his toned, muscular body. It’s very obvious that he doesn’t often skip the gym. He playfully throws the shirt and pants he lent me over to me. “As much as I don’t want you to cover up, I can’t imagine what the neighbours would say if they glanced through the windows in the dining room.”

We got dressed and I followed him downstairs to his kitchen. It was fantastic. I had loved cooking until John had made it feel like a chore. I could never cook creatively, only for his tastes, and he never seemed to enjoy it anyways. Hector’s kitchen was well equipped and bright, it made me feel excited about cooking again! The kitchen had bright white quartz countertops on top of charcoal gray cupboards. He had professional grade appliances, an amazing selection of pots/pans/tools, and the fridge was well stocked!

“I am shocked that your kitchen isn’t bare bones like the rest of the place!” I exclaimed.

“Haha, this is the one place I put a lot of thought into purchasing things for. I love to cook, I love to eat, and in my free time I love to explore new recipes.” He replied. “Make anything you want, I am not picky.”

He began tinkering with a fancy machine that he claimed would make the best coffee ever. I searched around the kitchen and found ingredients to make eggs benedict with smoked salmon rather than bacon. I even found capers in the fridge to top it off with.

When the coffee and food was ready we carried it over to the dining room. I saw what he meant about the neighbor peering in. There were floor to ceiling windows, which were gorgeous but if the neighbor was in his yard he could definitely look inside. Hector had a simple dining table, it looked dwarfed in the huge room, but it made sense for someone who ate alone.

The coffee was fantastic. I thanked Hector for it. He took a bite of his food and thanked me for making an amazing meal. It did taste great, I was very happy that so far we seemed to have similar tastes. Hector didn’t seem afraid of dishes that weren’t meat and potatoes.

“Ophelia,” he started, “I had an amazing time last night. Probably one of the best nights of my life.”

“Me too,” I replied.

“I don’t want things to go too fast, I know you have literally just come out of something rough. I hope you don’t feel that I rushed you into anything or expected anything because you were spending the night.” He said gently, looking at me with a bit of worry.

“Absolutely not.” I told him sincerely. “I was shocked myself that I was so bold. I have never been forward in bed like that before. Being with you I just feel..confident. It felt good to feel in control a bit. I don’t feel rushed. I know this is soon and sudden and we don’t know each other well yet, but I want to be honest with you. I have strong feelings for you. It feels right to be with you.”

“I feel it too,” he said taking my hand. “I think tonight we will talk more about these feelings. It’s a heavy subject for the morning. I just want you to know that I want to do this right, at whatever pace feels best for both of us.”

I smiled at him and leaned in to kiss him. He smelled so fantastic, like sandalwood and musk. We kissed passionately. “Shower?” He asked me huskily. I could feel his arousal. I nodded and he scooped me up and carried me up the stairs to the master bathroom.

He turned on the dual shower heads and the bathroom started to get steamy. He slowly undressed me, kissing my neck down to my belly button once my shirt was off. As he removed my pants he kissed lower until he reached my p**** where he flicked my c*** with his tongue. I almost collapsed onto him. He pressed me up against the shower glass for stability and continued to flick and lick. He slowly put a finger inside of me and found my g spot. He massaged it until I squirmed with pleasure.

Once I recovered my senses I took his shirt off and kissed is neck. I could feel his bulge, begging to be freed. I obliged and removed his pants. I went on my knees and teased him with my mouth. He moaned. I grabbed his hands and led him into the shower. I soaped him up. I massaged the soap in sensually, every part of him. He was so hard. I pulled a shower head down and used it to rinse him off.

Hector soaped me up then grabbed the shower head from me. He rinsed me, pausing when he got to my bottom. He used the shower head to pleasure me. It was exquisite. Just before I was about to c** he stopped, picked me up and held me against the glass. He entered me and began thrusting. He gave me the shower head and directed me to aim it at my c***. I came so had that I dropped the shower head. Hector chuckled and continued to thrust until he reached his c****x too.

After catching his breath, he used the shower head to clean us both up. The shower had two seats in it, he sat me down on a seat and washed my hair for me. It was hands down the best shower of my life.