I don’t have nightmares near as often as I used to, though. I think that is why last night shook me to my core. Looking over now, I see the lovely Lucy in bed. In the early morning light, I just know, my nightmare was just that. A nightmare. Nothing more. She wasn’t there last night.
I love the way she curls up against me in her sleep. It seems natural for her to want to turn to me and it gives me hope that on a subconscious level, she knows that I am a safe person. This says a lot considering she’s had so few safe people in her life. Yes, I know Noah loves her in his own way, but he never puts her first.
For years I had to sit by and watch him disappoint that little girl, who, despite her parent’s flaws, grew into a remarkable woman. After our incredible lovemaking session this morning though, I think it is time I start telling people that we are together. Maybe not today, but the time is growing closer as I realize how important we are to each other. In fact, last night was a major sign that we are making real progress in our relationship.
Who would think that I, a forty-year-old man, could go up to my nineteen-year-old girlfriend, pour my heart into her, and she would have the emotional maturity to comfort me? I know exactly what I need. Understanding on such a deep level is so rare in relationships. I am incredibly lucky to have her in my life.
I don’t know how I will ever be able to live without her again. Perhaps I should make an effort to pull away. She’s so young and she has so much of her life ahead of her and so much to learn and experience. It is entirely possible that there is a young man out there who will love her just as well as if not better than how I love her.
Lying in bed, smelling her shampoo and her hair, and feeling her breathe as her chest rises and falls on top of mine, I am angry at the idea of another man loving her. I don’t want anyone else to be with her the way I am. I like that I am her first love in every sense of the word, and I know I want to be her last. I want her to be my last year.
Good God, Kenton, I think as I run my long fingers through her dark hair, look at you. Forty years old and finally discovering what true love is. I used to think I loved Charlie’s mom. In reality, I was used to her and a marriage made sense solely because we were having a baby. We were young and dumb, but now I am older and wiser, and I know what I want in a woman― in a wife. I want Lucy Knight.
Lucy is kind, intelligent, spunky, fiery, and full of life in a way that I want to be. Lucy makes me a better man. I hope that I make her a better woman. Turning my head and kissing her lightly on the forehead I am imagining marrying her. It’s a lovely thought. She is so beautiful in everything and will no doubt be breathtaking in white too. Imagine what kind of mother she would be. I smile to myself, imagining myself as a father again in my forties. Lucy will be an amazing mom. She has such a gentle heart, a lust for life, and tons of energy. I grin thinking of our many possible adventures. There is no doubt that she can and will keep up with whatever child we bring into the world.
Yes, I want to marry Lucy. The question now is when do I bring it up? I know we have only been seeing each other for a short amount of time. But Lucy and I have known each other almost her entire life. We are closer than most people are who get married. Would it be that crazy to get married within the year? I don’t think so, considering we are so deeply connected. In a way we have spent a lifetime together, we would just be changing roles.
The changing of roles will be difficult for some of the most important people in our life. I don’t know how Charlie will respond to it. I want to believe she will be happy for me, but I finally found happiness, and I make her best friend happy too. Also, I hope that she knows that we will work out in the long term simply because she knows us both so well.
Noah, on the other hand, will be more difficult. Not only have I arrested his sorry ass, but now I am sleeping with his daughter. So, of course, he is bound to hate me forever. That is something I can live with though, especially since it makes sense from a father’s perspective. If the roles are ever reversed, I don’t know how I would react to him being with my Charlie. Actually, I know how I’ll react. I will knock his fucking lights out. No daughter of mine is going to marry a drug lord. Reformed or not.
Suddenly, there is movement next to me. My favorite brown-eyed girl opens her eyes and looks into mine.
“Hey,” she whispers up at me.
“Hey,” I smile back to her, running my fingers through her long hair.
“Are you feeling any better?” she asks with her endearing voice.
“Yes, I am,” I say, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. I am not the kind of man who is prone to such emotional outbursts or one who needs such intense and immediate support. “I’m sorry about last night, Lucy,” I say, my voice a little sad. “I had a really rough night at work and then a really shitty dream and it was all just too much for me at that moment. I probably shouldn’t have brought it over to you like this.”
“No,” she says quickly, sitting up and leaning over my chest. “I’m glad you did. I want you to know that if there’s ever anything you need, you can come to me,” she says, her voice earnest. Her eyes were fierce on mine. “I love you, Kenton,” she says and then closes her mouth hard as if the words slipped out accidentally.
I can only stare at her for a moment. Of course I love her too, but I wasn’t expecting her to say it to me first. I’m taken by surprise, as one of my most hopeful dreams comes true in my very arms.
“Lucy,” I say, searching her face. “Are you sure?” I ask while sliding my hand up across her cheek. If I find out that she doesn’t love me and that the declaration is simply lust or something she said because she is caught up in the moment, I know it will kill me.
“I am,” she says while looking away quickly, not meeting my eye and swallowing hard. “I think,” she starts, “I have been in love with you for a very long time. Before I even knew what love was, I loved you,” she says as her face begins flushing with color in a way that is so youthful, so pretty, so just Lucy, that’s it sends my heart racing in my chest.
“Do you love me too?” she asks in a small voice, still not looking at me. I know she is afraid to be hopeful, part of me wants to just shout it to the world. But for now, I’ll settle with just telling her.
“You are so beautiful, Miss Knight,” I tell her as I stroke her cheek. A part of me wants to stay here forever. I’m lingering in the moment and enjoying it, freezing it in my mind forever. At long last, the love of my life confessed her feelings to me. I sit in silence for a moment, caressing her cheek.
Her face immediately falters, and I know what she’s thinking.
“Do you think that I am rejecting you?”
“No,” Lucy says. She turns her back, but I grab her arms before she can completely pull away.
“Let go of me,” she snarls. “I’m not messing around here.” Her face flushes with a different kind of color now. She might be bright red with anger, but she looks no less radiant in my eyes.
“I love you, Lucy,” I say, jerking her arms and forcing her to look at me as she tries to get out of bed.
“What?” she gasps, freezing before jerking her head around to look at me. “What did you say?” she urges her fierce eyes on mine.
“You know exactly what I said.” I smile, running my fingers up and down her back without releasing her arms.
“I need to hear it again when I’m not mad at you and trying to escape,” she says, making me grin.
“I love you, Lucy,” I repeat, still smiling at her. “I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I love you more than I knew myself capable of. I care more for you than I have ever cared for another woman― including Charlie’s mom,” I confess. “Who cares if that makes me a bad person. Maybe that makes you unappreciative of the mother of my first child, but it’s the truth. My eyes, my heart, my very soul belongs to you,” I say reaching forward, clutching her chin, and bringing her lips closer to mine for a gentle kiss so different from our usual passionate embrace.
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sp; I press my lips against hers until she opens her mouth and I start flirting my tongue with hers. She quickly goes soft in my arms. I love that we can be this way together. In a world full of so many uncertainties, I know that the woman in my arms is mine. Her arms slide up around my neck wrapping themselves around me and pulling me closer as she presses her naked body against mine. It’s a show of affection and intimacy that softens my heart and has me pulling her up into my lap.
“Lucy,” I whisper slowly tangling my fingers in her long hair and keeping our kiss light. I pull myself away but keep her in my lap. “I want you to know, you are so important to me. You are the most important thing in my life. I don’t know how I have managed to go this long without telling you. Without being with you. You are so incredible.” I kiss her gently on the nose. “I don’t ever want you to go,” I whisper leaning my forehead against hers
“I don’t ever want you to leave either,” she whispers back, closing her eyes and enjoying the shared moment between us. “Promise you won’t ever leave me,” she begs her voice thick with tears as I hold her tighter.
I can feel her shift in my lap so she can wrap her long legs around me in a way that normally would really drive me wild, but in this moment all I can think about is the emotional embrace and this huge leap forward for both of us. We who have so many barriers in our lives are committing ourselves to each other in this moment without even realizing it. Simply by sharing our deepest weaknesses, each other.
“I will never leave you,” I promise, looking hard into her eyes. As I look into the depths of her brown eyes so full of sadness beyond her years, I realize I am making a promise she has heard before from her father, one that he broke. I will keep my promise though.
“I will never emotionally abandon you and I will love you forever. I will stay as a part of your family as long as you’ll have me.”
Lucy’s eyes slowly brighten with hope after a moment and she smiles warmly before she leans forward to kiss me tenderly. “I love you Kenton Traverse,” she beams pressing her lips against mine again as my heart beats faster in my chest. I don’t know if I have ever been this happy in my entire life.
Who knew I just had to wait twenty years to find the love of my life? To find someone I can truly love?
“How do you feel about pancakes?” she asks her voice bright.
“I like pancakes,” I grin. Enjoying her new found enthusiasm. She’s so adorable. I wonder if she knows how perfect she is.
“What’s your favorite kind?” she asks tightening her legs around me and pressing her center against me. Her hot, wet core has my cock straining against her ass in no time.
“Ummm,” I say a little distracted as I run my hand up her long legs, “I suppose I like all kinds, except for apple cinnamon, I don’t like apple cinnamon anything,” I reply with a shrug.
When she frowns I start to hope apple cinnamon isn’t her favorite. I don’t like the idea of disappointing her so soon, even over such a trivial matter as pancakes.
“You don’t like apple cinnamon anything?” she asks her voice skeptical. “Didn’t you buy those horrible apple cinnamon pumpkin spice granola bars a week ago?” she asks thinking back to when I saw her at the convenience store.
I can’t help but laugh when I realize what day she is talking about.
“Yes. Right. You see, that was an accident. I was far too distracted by you and your fine ass,” I tell her, slapping it hard and making her giggle.
“Is that so?” she purrs, pulling herself even closer and wiggling her eyebrows. “I’m so sorry that I caused you to endure that. I know how important those granola bars are to you. Enough to keep you coming back for more in spite of the sour looks from angry Annie Andrews.” I start to chuckle as she continues, “I want to offer a formal apology and even a full refund.” She starts to laugh with me.
“A full refund? My. My. A whole four dollars!” I exclaim before lifting her up and flipping her over on her back in a move that surprises her.
“Yes,” she says running her hands up my arms as I press her down into the mattress with my weight. “And also, a free breakfast made from scratch by yours truly,” she beams lifting her head up to kiss me softly on the lips.
I shift my hips and start sliding myself up and down, rubbing my cock between her folds and punch her clit with the head on every slide. She closes her eyes in pleasure as I slide through her folds over and over again. I love the way she closes her eyes and wraps her legs around my hips. It’s truly thrilling looking down into her soft brown eyes, slightly dazed by the pleasure that only I can give her. I know that I will never love anyone else again.
“Before this goes any further, we need to have a discussion about those pictures you sent me last night,” I whisper in her ear before nipping the lobe.
Her eyes open wide and she gasps in surprise before biting her lip.
“What about them?”
“Well, for one, nobody but me ever needs to see you dressed like that. Ever again,” I growl sternly. “Do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” she squeaks.
“Second, we need to talk about your punishment for teasing me when I had to work. I think you need a spanking.”
“A spanking?” she asks, nibbling on her lip before nodding slowly. I know I have spanked her before, but never like this. Never as primarily a punishment, and I can tell it is making her nervous.
I roll her over and pull her across my lap. If you want me to stop you just have to tell me okay,” I reassure her.
She nods her head as I rub her ass before quickly lifting my hand and bringing it down.
Smack.
“Oh my God,” she gasps and wiggles a little.
“Are you okay?” I ask as I rub the bright red handprint I left. When she nods again, I ask, “Are you ready for more? I think five more should do nicely.”
She starts to wiggle and tries to pull away before I hold her in place with my arm. “Wait a minute! Why so many?” she questions.
“You have to learn your lesson,” I growl, as dip my fingers between her legs and feel her dripping wet hole. “I think you like this more than you want to admit.”
“O-okay,” she stutters. “Maybe just a little bit,” she gasps, as I circle down to her clit. “I’m ready.”
Her words set something inside me on fire. Have her laid out across my lap and rubbing my hard cock every time she squirms gets me harder than I’ve ever been before. Lifting my hand, I bring it down swiftly, and I don’t stop this time. I smack each cheek twice and once in the center.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
“EEE!” she squeals and bounces on my knees. I quickly rub my hand over the marks to soothe the burn before dipping down between her folds again.
“You did so good,” I groan as I feel how ready she is for me.
“Kenton,” she gasps, “Please. I need you.”
I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I don’t know how she does this to me.
I flip her onto her back, not even caring that we aren’t all the way on the bed and drive into her in one quick thrust.
“Yes!” she screams as I feel her start to come.
Determined to prolong her pleasure I start to thrust at a punishing pace. Every thrust brings my throbbing orbs crashing against her red ass and she gasps in pleasure. I have to taste her pleasure. I crush her mouth with mine in a punishing kiss before pulling away again.
“You will not tease me at work again. Do you understand me?” I growl into her mouth.
“Okay,” she gasps.
“I will spank you again if you do. Do you understand?” I ask.
Her eyes burn with lust at my words, and I can see the pleasure peaking in her eyes again, “Yes!” she yells.
“Good,” I growl before giving in to my pleasure and coming with her. I crush her mouth with mine, needing to taste every drop of her pleasure that I can before collapsing on the mattress next to her.
We lay in bed catching our breath be
fore she gets up and strolls across the room. “I promised you pancakes. Will you pass me your shirt? I don’t want people to see me naked,” she calls over her shoulders nodding towards the open window. I follow her line of sight to see the street below where children are playing just on the other side of the fence around her yard and cars are driving by.
“Oh yes,” I say suddenly a little self-conscious. I wonder if anyone notices the police cruiser in her driveway. Surely they must notice, and I wonder what they think about it. Do they wonder if we are too together like this? Or do they assume that I am here with Charlie for a surprise visit? Or perhaps Lucy and I are simply chatting as friends. I imagine many people see me as a father figure to her. There was a time not long ago where I wanted to believe that that’s all I could ever be to her. And any thoughts of her were simply unresolved parental desire to be there for her in a way she has never had anyone else.
I was clearly very wrong.
Bending down to the floor I pick up my button-down shirt and toss it to her. I know she can easily wrap it around herself and then cross to the closet to pick out something of her own, but something tells me that she is going to wear only my shirt and has no plans to change. My gut instincts are correct as I watch her strut down the hall and start a pot of coffee.
She starts humming to herself a little off-key, I find it incredibly adorable. She walks over and turns on the radio hoping to help her musical endeavors. I can’t help but smile as Jack Johnson banana pancakes begins playing over the radio. It’s the absolute perfect song for breakfast especially after a morning of incredible sex.
Feeling my cock stir again, I walk over and wrap my arms around her and kiss her neck gently. She smiles up with me, her long lashes brushing against her eyebrows. She’s so pretty, I don’t understand why she bothers using makeup. Kissing her forehead I reach around her and grab a couple of bananas so I can begin slicing them.
There is something so about how we can hang out like this. Working together in a way that shows we are friends and lovers. We can be standing in silence or working in the kitchen, and no matter what we are still entirely comfortable, it is something that I will forever be grateful for.
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