Breaking Kate: The Acceptance Series (14 page)

“Ouch, you wound me,” says Connor.

“It’s okay, Connor, you know I still love you. Right now I’m grateful for all your experience since I have permission to follow your lead.”

Connor growls a little at me. “Careful, dude, that’s my fucking sister you’re talking about.”

Kate’s laughing, her eyes twinkling. Connor shakes his head and follows Jess inside. I’m so happy Kate isn’t complaining about being in the pool in her clothes; most girls would be pissed. I swim to her and wrap myself around her. There’s just something about being in water with a woman that’s completely erotic.

“So, I guess it’s just the two of us, are you feeling a little more sober?”

She splashes me. “So
that’s
why you threw me in the pool? You wanted to sober me up?”

“Well, technically I didn’t
throw
you in the pool, I jumped in with you in my arms hoping that it would be fun
and
that it would help you sober up. I’m becoming impatient; I want to know what it feels like to be inside of you. I have a feeling it might just become my new favorite place to be.”

Before she responds, I kiss her—a long, slow, deep, possessive —kiss—claiming her mouth with my tongue, sucking first on her bottom lip and then her top. She wraps her legs around me and slides her arms up my shirt, feeling every inch of my stomach and chest, and working her way over my shoulders. Our tongues are in a passionate frenzy. I need her now. Slowly, I bring the kiss to an end.

Kate’s trying to catch her breath. “Yes, definitely sober
and
desperate to get out of this pool and into the shower.” She lets go of me and pulls herself up out of the pool and grabs a towel. I’m right behind her.

“So does this mean I get to shower with you?” I’m teasing her, but not sure I would turn her down if she says yes.

“Not so fast, lover boy, we’re going to take this slow; we have all night. I’ll shower upstairs and you shower downstairs. I’ll leave the bedroom door unlocked because I’m sure you’ll be done before I will.” 

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll see you in a little bit.” Kate walks inside as I strip down outside; no need to bring all these wet clothes into the house. I leave my boxers on, throw the towel over my shoulder, and head to the shower.

I’m one seriously lucky guy. I only wish I had met Kate before Vanessa, but then again maybe not. Having been with Vanessa and experiencing the nastiness that came with her really taught me a lot about love or lack of it. Maybe I needed to experience that to truly appreciate someone like Kate. I have had relationships before, and at the time I thought they were special, but now I think they were just whatever, more like a way to pass the time without being with a bunch of different girls. I’ve never been sexually promiscuous; I don’t want to catch anything or knock anyone up. That’s the reason why I go get tested every six months. Except with Vanessa I got tested as soon as we broke up and again just about a week ago. I was so relieved everything came back negative. I never once had sex with her without a condom, but there was oral sex, and since she is a tramp I just had to be sure.

After showering, I quickly realize I don’t have any boxers down here, so I wrap the towel around my waist and head upstairs. True to her word, Kate left the door unlocked which I promptly lock behind me although I’m sure we won’t be interrupted. The shower’s still running. I look around the room for my bag and see the condoms Connor left on the bed.
Lambskin condoms, what the hell?
It’s a jumbo pack, too; he must have high expectations for us tonight. I’m debating on putting on clothes or just laying here in my towel. Screw it, I want to be in the towel, and if she decides she doesn’t want to have sex then I’ll get dressed.

I heard the shower door open a minute ago and now the blow-dryer is going. I want Kate to be my girlfriend and I’m trying to figure out the best way to go about that before we sleep together. I’m worried that it’s too soon and I’ll scare her away. I know we haven’t known each other long, but I really want having sex with Kate to mean more than just sex with some girl. I want it to be sex with my smoking hot girlfriend. I want her to forget all about that jerk Michael and just think of me.

I’m not sure how long I’ve been lying on the bed thinking, but the hair dryer finally turns off and Kate calls out, “Daniel, are you in there?”

I smile. Shit, I’ve smiled more in the last twenty-four hours than I have in the last six months. “Yes, Kate, it’s just me and the door’s locked, not that I think it matters. From what I could hear when I passed by, Connor and Jess are otherwise engaged.”

She giggles,
I love that sound.
“Well,
that’s
good to know. I would hate to think they weren’t having a good time.”

“Are you going to leave me out here alone forever or are you coming out sometime soon?”

“I’m coming, I’m just a little nervous.”

“No need to be nervous, sweetheart. It’s just me out here.”

When she opens the door, it feels like someone just knocked the breath out of me. She’s absolutely stunning. It’s
her
birthday but I’m
definitely
the one getting a gift. She’s wearing light blue baby doll lingerie with a black lace trim and bodice. It’s short, just a little past the top of her thigh, barely covering the panties underneath. It’s somewhat see through and I can see her tight stomach; her belly button ring is shining through. Damn, her legs are perfect—shapely and toned. I was right. There’s not an ounce of fat on her anywhere. She’s pure muscle and toned skin, and she’s so fucking hot. I picture her riding me, taking all of me. I’m speechless, so of course my sarcastic sense of humor flows, “Nice to see you were able to shave your legs tonight.”

She laughs, “Honesty, right? I was just joking last night, although I’m sure you were aware.”

She walks closer to me, getting bolder by the second, and whispers in my ear, “I wax, Daniel, everywhere.”

Shit, she’s a fucking goddess and I’m one hot mess right now. I sit up and massage her shoulders as she moans in pleasure. “Kate, do you still want to do this? We don’t have to, there is seriously no rush.”

“Mmmhhhhmmmm. More than anything else in the world I want to do this. It just seems right, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, it really does, I’m glad you feel the same way. I’m not going to even bother getting dressed; under this towel I’m naked as can be.”

Kate turns and looks me up and down from head to toe. “You’re a very nice sight, Daniel. My own private present I still get to unwrap.” She reaches for the towel but I grab her hand before she can get to it. She looks surprised.

“Kate, wait. Before we do this I need to ask you something. I know it’s sudden and seemingly crazy, but this is part of why I wanted you, no
needed
you sober tonight. I have feelings for you, I think that’s obvious. I don’t know how to describe them. We have passion unlike anything I have
ever
felt before, it’s not just physical. I love the way you talk, and the way your mind works. Your drive to help others isn’t only admirable, but it’s sexy as all hell. Your compassion for people, your tolerance and desire to find out who they really are and what they’re about is inspiring to me. I have never met a woman that I have so much in common with. I know sex with us will be fantastic, like everything else so far, but I want it to mean something more. I don’t want to be a one night stand or a fling, not with you. Would you please do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?” 

Shit, shit, shit.
She’s quietly thinking, looking really deep in thought. This isn’t good. I totally blew it, too much too soon. She locks her gaze onto mine. Her eyes are big and bright and it looks like tears might start pouring out of them at any moment.
Please be happy tears
.

“Daniel, I agree it’s crazy and fast, but I would love nothing more than to be your girlfriend.”  The gleam in her eyes tells me she’s sincere. I’m ecstatic! I pull her down to lie on the bed with me. We’re both lying on our sides facing each other and I kiss her. It’s the longest, most erotic kiss yet, and I know it’s because she’s mine. I make a silent vow to myself—I’ll never let her go, and I will
never
let anyone steal her away from me. She’s going to know every single day what she means to me, no matter what.  This girl is going to be my wife someday, even if she doesn’t know it yet.

Chapter 10 – Kate

I’m totally in an episode of
The Twilight Zone
. Holy Christ, Daniel just asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes! Of course I said yes. He’s probably the most perfect man I have ever laid eyes on, and not just because he’s so damn good looking, either, although that doesn’t hurt. He’s smart, funny, quick-witted, treats me like something precious to him, he’s honest, and he wants me.

There’s no BS with him, no wondering what he’s thinking, or if he means what he says. He’s the real deal and he’s mine. I know it’s only been a day, but I have pretty good asshole radar and he’s not registering on it at all. I was so nervous to come out here in this lingerie, so afraid of rejection, but after seeing the look of appreciation on his face and the longing in his eyes, I know he wants me. I feel so giddy and happy—like a kid in a candy shop, and underneath that towel is my Daniel-flavored lollipop.

He looked really nervous, I can understand that now, but for a minute I thought he wanted to back out. We’re lying here after the most amazing kiss and I’m massaging my way up his arms, every muscle seems to flex as he moves. I want to get a good look at him, especially his tattoos; I want to know what they are and why he got them. The first one goes across his upper right arm like a band—a tribal tattoo. All of his tattoos are done in black, there’s no color in them at all.

“What is this tattoo for?”

He smiles slowly at me—a fucking panty-dropping smile. I’ve always heard the term, but now I understand the meaning. That smile alone makes me so fucking wet.

“First, answer me this…do you like tattoos, Kate? I notice you don’t have any that I’ve seen so far, but you
do
have quite a few piercings.”

So he noticed my piercings—there’s one he hasn’t noticed yet, I’m sure of it. “Yes, I love tattoos. Not everywhere, but a few well-placed tattoos that have true meaning to the person who has them is seriously hot.”

He’s totally smirking at me. “So you think I’m hot? Good to know. I got this tattoo when my grandpa died—he had the same one. I’m part Cherokee; I wanted to do this to honor him and my family. I only have a little bit of Cherokee blood, but it’s still there. My grandfather’s mother was half Cherokee.”

“Very interesting, Mr. McCormick.
So what’s with this one here?” I draw across him with my finger. From his right arm to his right shoulder it’s just his last name.

“Well, my dad’s side of the family is Irish. I really wanted a tattoo of the family crest but it’s very intricate and difficult. The tattoo artist was concerned that it would bleed together and not turn out right. I decided that getting my name would be just as meaningful. Recently, though, I met an artist that says he can do it, so I’m debating on getting it after all and thinking of where since this was the spot I really wanted it.”

Lastly, he has an infinity sign on his left shoulder blade area. I wonder if there’s a religious meaning behind it.

“What is the infinity symbol for?”

He looks shy and takes a slow deep breath. “That one is for my wife and kids—family is forever, so marriage should last forever. I’m a one true love kind of guy. I’ve always known that when I find the one I will know it instantly. Inside the infinity symbol will be her name and the names of our children. If I have more kids than space I can easily add another infinity symbol.”

Wow, I have tears again, dammit! I sniff as he wipes my tears away.

“Happy tears?”

“Oh yes,
very
happy tears. That is one of the most beautiful gestures and reasons I’ve ever heard. Remind me when I meet your mother to compliment her on raising such an exceptional man. Whatever girl is lucky enough to wear your ring better know what an incredible gift she’s getting in you. If she doesn’t, you send her my way and I’ll tell her.”

He looks up at me with solemn eyes. “Kate, I hope our relationship works out and someday that girl will be you. I’m not trying to rush anything here, but I’m twenty-six years old and tired of dating just to be disappointed. I’d like to date thinking ahead to the future, and I would like that future to include you, but only time will tell.” 

This is crazy—we just met, we’re officially dating, and we haven’t even had sex. Yet here he is talking about the future…
our
future. My common sense tells me to run, but every single fiber of my being feels like I already know him intimately. The words
soul mate
come to mind, and the theory of love at first sight runs through my head. Surprisingly, these thoughts don’t scare me. On the contrary, if I’m being truly honest with myself, I feel relief. I’m tired of being alone, wondering if love will ever come to me again, and hoping that Michael will come back, apologize, and beg for forgiveness. Even if he
did
apologize, I don’t think I could ever move past what happened and let him back into my life. Love is supposed to be unconditional and Michael’s wasn’t.

“Yes, only time will tell. Now, boyfriend of mine, I have two very important questions for you that we didn’t cover last night, and in all honesty they may be deal breakers unless you can agree to disagree. First question, what are your thoughts on religion? Second question, what are your thoughts on politics?” Looking like a deer caught in the headlights, he slowly and carefully answers.

“First, let me say I respect your opinions enough to agree to disagree but I hope that our theories are similar. I have no religious affiliation but I do believe in God. Perhaps not in the traditional sense of the word, but in the grand scheme of things. I don’t believe I have to go to church to worship. I think I can appreciate God and all he has given us and created from wherever I choose to, whenever I choose to. As far as politics, I’m very Democratic. I think that pretty much speaks for itself. Have I passed the test or are we going to agree to disagree?” 
Yup, he’s fucking perfect.
I lean in and give him a lingering kiss on the lips.

“I couldn’t have answered those questions better myself.”

Daniel’s gazes into my eyes while running his hand down my cheek, caressing it gently. The look in his beautiful brown eyes is one I’m unfamiliar with. For lack of anything to compare it to, he’s looking at me like something he wants desperately, like he wants to devour me. It’s very sexual, carnal even, and it’s seriously turning me on. I’m still not quite sure why I feel so uninhibited with him. I’m nervous, but I’m also really excited.  I feel sexy, which is an emotion I’m very unfamiliar with.  I feel so much
sensation
. Daniel trails his fingers down my neck, all the way down my arms to my hand, and intertwines them together with his.

Next thing I know, his lips are on mine, his tongue possessing mine with so much passion, and again the butterflies take flight. I’m really starting to love the butterflies. The kiss ends far too soon—I could just kiss him all night.

“I want you, Kate, do you want me?” Daniel whispers in my ear, nipping at my earlobe as he’s speaking. I can’t stop myself from moaning, it feels so damn good. Whenever he hears me moan, he intensifies whatever he’s doing at the time, making me want him even more.

“Yes, right now, Daniel. I want you to make love to me; I’ve never wanted anything more.” He groans and my stomach drops. “Did I say something wrong?”

Daniel chuckles but it sounds a little bit irritated. “No, not at all. It’s just that, well, this is sort of embarrassing, but I didn’t bring any condoms because I wasn’t planning on having sex. I usually keep some in my wallet, but I gave my last two to a guy last night at the party. I was going to run and get some, but Connor went instead. For some reason he brought back lambskin and those don’t really afford us the same STD protections as latex; it will only help with pregnancy. I’m going to get dressed and run to the store. I want you just like this when I get back. Don’t move.” I bust out laughing while Daniel looks really perplexed.

“Daniel, the reason Connor bought lambskin is because I’m allergic to latex. We had a lab together last year and there were no latex-free gloves available. It was a short lab, and I figured I would just tough it out, but after five minutes I had to take the gloves off. I was covered in welts and getting hives. Connor had to take me to urgent care for treatment. Luckily, I’ve known about my latex allergy since I was a child. I can’t imagine what my first sexual experience would have been like had I not known I was allergic. It’s a major reason why I started getting tested for STD’s even though I was completely monogamous.”

“I’m neurotic when it comes to taking my pill. I’ve only missed taking it once when I had the flu so bad I couldn’t keep anything down. Because I know Connor gets tested regularly, I believe that you do as well. I’m fine having sex without a condom if you are, as long as we clarify a few things first. We both agree to be completely monogamous from here on out, and if we slip up we have to tell the other immediately. We also acknowledge the pill can fail. I know that from firsthand experience, but would rather not talk about that now. If I were to get pregnant, there would be no question of me keeping the baby.  I wouldn’t expect you to stick around, but you don’t seem like the kind of guy who would run.”

Daniel’s still caressing my cheek ever so slowly, and I feel his touch down to my core. It’s almost like an out of body experience because his touch is so incredibly erotic.

“For once, I’m glad I don’t have any condoms. As carried away as we were getting we may have learned the hard way what would happen if you used one. When you’re comfortable enough to talk about your pregnancy, I’m here for you with no judgment. That being said, although I agree to all of your terms I would feel like I’m taking advantage of you if I didn’t wear a condom an...”

I put my fingers to his lips. “
Shhh, don’t even say that. You’re definitely not taking advantage of me, but I might just take advantage of you.”

I roll over and straddle him. I see him suck in a breath quietly, but still noticeable. It makes me fee
l like a goddess knowing I can do that to him. My hands go immediately to his hair which is still wet from his shower. He has sun-kissed highlights in his hair from working outside. I place tender, gentle kisses down his jaw line. Continuing across his neck, ever so softly nibbling on his earlobe, I let out a whimper of pleasure in his ear. Underneath me, I feel his arousal growing—there’s only the towel and my skimpy panties between us.

As I feel him pressing against me, I realize how much God has blessed him with. I’m about to be a very lucky girl if it doesn’t hurt too much to enjoy it.  Michael wasn’t small by any means, but I can already tell Daniel is bigger—a
lot
bigger. My wetness is already soaking through my panties, I’m that aroused, and we haven’t even done anything yet.  Daniel flips me over so he’s now on top of me. I rip his towel off so I can get a really good look at him. 
He’s
Gorgeous.

“We’re going to take this nice and slow, Kate. I want to get to know
your body like you’ve gotten to know mine.”

Balancing in between my legs, he slowly glides his hands up from my knees to my inner thighs. He isn’t only learning my curves, but massaging me as he goes. His hands slide under my lingerie, caressing my stomach. He leans over and lightly pulls on my belly button ring with his teeth and my body reacts instantly—it feels incredible. I haven’t been with anyone since I got my piercings. They were always something I wanted but my dad would never let me have while living in his house. One of the first things I did when I moved out was get them. They also helped numb the pain of my breakup with Michael.

“Do you like that, Kate? I love the way you whimper and moan; it really turns me on.”

“Yes, Daniel, I fucking love that. You’re the first man ever to see them, to use them to pleasure me.”

In response, he begins kissing my stomach from left to right, making sure to go back and play with my belly button ring some more. I’m a little concerned about my scar; no one has ever seen that before, either. I can’t think about that now—I’m too distracted by his hands gliding up my stomach until he cups a breast in each hand. I was blessed with all natural D cups; let’s hope he’s a breast man. While he explores my breasts, his breath hitches and I know he’s found my nipple ring. Daniel sits up, pulling me with him, and slides the lingerie off over my head, really giving me a onceover. Putting his hand behind my neck, he gently lays me back down onto the bed.

“You are so fucking beautiful. I want to get to know every single inch of your amazing body.” His lips crash against mine. I slightly part my lips to suck on his bottom lip. Our bodies are in perfect synchronization, our tongues meeting stroke for stroke, our hands exploring each other’s bodies as we learn each other’s sounds. I love the moan he makes when I suck on his lip which is completely different from the moan he makes when I nibble on his earlobe. My body is lost in complete euphoric pleasure. Daniel is working his way down my neck with his kisses, cupping my breasts in his hands. Soon enough, he’s lightly tugging my nipple ring between his fingers while his mouth finds my other nipple. Shifting his mouth over to my nipple ring, he tugs it with his teeth, and the sensation is pure ecstasy; I feel like I’m going to fall apart right now. My stomach clenches tighter, my wetness no longer contained by my panties as Daniel continues to grind against me.

“Oh, Daniel, please don’t stop.”