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“Really? Now this.”
As the raindrops started hitting your head, you picked up your feet and ran the remaining ten blocks home. You arrived, sopping wet and cold, at the foot of the stairs of your apartment building, rummaging through your bag for your keys as you took the steps two at a time.
As you reached the top, you heard a door open and close.
“Lemme get that for ya, darlin’.”
Arthur used your spare key to open your door and guided you inside. Taking your bag and your coat, he ushered you into the bathroom so you could take a hot shower.
As you started to take off your soaked clothes, you could hear him shuffling around in your apartment. Turning on the shower, your mind wandered while you waited for the water to heat up. It was a shit day at work, and this whole month had been particularly stressful. You weren't sure if it was because people were starting to get just enough knowledge to be dangerous but not enough sense to actually fix their own computers, or if it was because one of the other techs had quit and you were picking up the slack. Probably a combination of the two.
You took a deep breath, letting out a long sigh. You were home now, and thoughts of work should be left behind. Work-life balance, you told yourself, even as your brain mulled over a corruption error idly.
When you came out, warmer and feeling marginally better, you saw that he had hung your coat to dry and put your bag on a towel on the kitchen countertop, taking out any electronics so they wouldn’t get soaked. You were touched by his consideration.
“Aww, Arthur, you’re the best.”
He just looked down at his feet and smiled shyly. “Weren’t nothin’. Just tryin’ to make ya happy.”
You wrapped your arms around his waist, and he returned the hug. He felt like your own personal furnace; it was nice, having his big arms around you to keep the chill away.
“Arthur?”
“Hm?”
“I don’t want to think for a while.”
He nodded. Leading you to your bedroom, he said softly, “I understand.”
***
It was simple enough for you to slip off your lounge pants and sweatshirt. You weren’t wearing anything underneath, and you still smelled like your favorite lotion.
“Lay down, sweetheart.”
You got on your bed and lay down, happy to see a bulge in his pants. You worried that one day he’d find you wanting and stop coming over to see you, but whenever you were alone with Arthur, he always showed how you affected him. He loved the hell out of you; every time he saw you, he reached out for you, just like he was now, his touch tender and warm.
Arthur began to remove his clothes, slowing down when he noticed your small smile of enjoyment.
"You like a show, darlin'?"
"You don't have to," you replied, even though you wanted one.
Hearing the unspoken request in your voice, he grinned before turning around, slowly letting his shirt fall off his shoulders and back, revealing a tight, sleeveless undershirt. You felt your mouth watering at the sight of him, his jeans hugging that perfect posterior. He undid his belt, slowly pulling it out of the belt loops. You felt the anticipation growing as you watched him toss it aside, your heart beating harder. He glanced at you over his shoulder, a cute smirk on his face, knowing what he was doing to you. He pulled the undershirt over his head, his back muscles flexing as he did so. Flinging the shirt across the room like a stripper, he turned around and grabbed his dick through his jeans.
“Want this?”
You reached out for him, but he took a step back. Watching you pout, he slowly undid his fly, your eyes glued to his hand as he unzipped his jeans and reached in. You swallowed as he pulled out his thick cock and stroked it lazily, letting his jeans fall from his hips. Your eyes widened when you saw he had gone commando. Stepping out of his jeans, he kicked them aside before coming closer to you.
“Spread your legs. Lemme feast on ya.”
You gladly spread your legs wide, waiting breathlessly as he crawled towards you, his head dipping down to your core. His tongue flicked out, touching your clit with the barest of touches, and you whimpered.
“Please, Arthur…”
He chuckled. “Alright, since you need it today, I won’t tease ya.” He dived in, kissing your nether lips with a fervor that surprised you. Leaning your head back, you panted and lifted your hips, grinding against his face as he sucked and licked you, his tongue and mouth completely devoted to your pleasure. He stopped to kiss and nuzzle your inner thighs, his short beard tickling your skin.
"Yer so beautiful," he murmured before returning to your core, his lips worshipping you in the best possible way. You writhed uncontrollably, and Arthur gripped your waist, holding your lower body still while he pleasured you. The pressure on your center was so right, so perfect, that when you felt your climax bowling you over like a tidal wave, you cried from the pure catharsis of it.
“Fuck, yes,” you hissed as you came back down to earth, your body feeling loose and limp like jelly.
Arthur hummed in tender amusement before covering you with his large body. His cock hovered over your entrance, and he waited for you to nod before pushing inside of you. Sensitive from your release, you cried out.
“Darlin’?”
“I’m good, I’m good, just fuck me,” you breathed.
He hesitated a moment before he plunged inside of you, wrapping his arms around you as he kissed you. You winced at his girth, but soon you rocked your hips, begging with your body for him to give it to you. Taking your lead, he started taking you hard and fast, just the way you wanted it. His thrusts were hypnotic, taking your mind to another state of existence; all you needed was Arthur whispering sweet words in your ear as he pounded into you, making you his.
“Fuck,” he moaned, raising himself up on his hands as he fucked even harder, his breaths harsh as his pace quickened. “Gonna… come….”
“Fill me up, Arthur!” you cried out as you came again, clinging to him tightly. Wordless whimpers escaped from you as you felt him crush you against the bed, spilling himself inside of you. His hips jerked forward, trying to go deeper than he already was.
“My lady,” he whispered reverently as he caught his breath, coming down from his climax. Rolling off you, he cuddled up next to you and held you close. “You feelin’ better?”
You nodded. “Much better.” Leaning over to kiss the tip of his nose playfully, you grinned. “Thank you, Arthur.”
He gave you a soft smile, his eyes filled with a pure love that took your breath.
“Anythin’ fer you.”
***
On the edge of dawn, as the sun's rays snuck through your window and landed on Arthur's face, you took a deep breath. You hadn't said anything when he had told you he loved you last week. Too much in shock, you had just gaped like a goldfish.
But Arthur, sweet Arthur, had just caressed your cheek and told you that you didn't have to respond yet, you could take your time and figure things out. He was far too kind to you, but you knew that even he would not wait forever for you to make up your mind, nor should he. You owed him an answer.
You must have been staring at him and spacing out, because he reached out for you, and it startled you to see movement.
"You alright, darlin'?"
"Yeah." You took another deep breath. “Arthur?”
“Yes?”
You fidgeted with the sheets as you worked up the courage to say what you’d been meaning to say.
“I… I love you, Arthur.”
The smile that blossomed on his face was more beautiful than any sunrise.