Come as you Are: Plantain Series Book Two

by Amelia Oliver

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” he groans.

  I look over at him, his jaw tight, eyes looking down over my shoulder at my small tits bouncing minutely from his efforts.

  “You won’t,” I whimper. “Please.”

  He continues for a few more beats before moving me once again, this time onto the ground, tossing the pillows aside as my back hits the cement patio. Our eyes lock and he looks carnal, like he wants to fuck me to oblivion, and I’m all in.

  “Give my pussy your hard, big cock. I love it, I love when you fuck me,” I breathe.

  With my words of reassurance, he finally snaps free. Roughly yanking my shirt down the rest of the way, along with my skirt, sending my legs flying. His knees pressing into my hips, he reaches back and pulls his t-shirt off revealing his sweaty, tan chest. Lifting my legs up to rest over his shoulders, positioning me the way he wants. I’ve just come, but the sight of him looking so animal and huge before me, sparks the hunger within me again.

  “Put your arms above your head,” he orders as he slams inside me once again.

  My body jerks with how deep it is this way, he starts fucking me so hard and fast. I feel my cum slicking his thighs and his balls as they slap against me. Looking up at him, this perfect specimen of man. The veins in his hands and arms are thick and coursing as one arm bands around my legs, while his other palms my breast, his abs contracting with every retreat from my body. His cock is hitting so deep, and with each thrust I feel the air whooshing out of my lungs.

  Then his movements become jerky before leaning over me, my legs still perched over his shoulders and he adjusts them to the side so he doesn’t squish my belly. Sliding one arm under me so his hand can palm the crown of my head, his other moving to my lower back and pulling me up to meet his thrusts. He’s folded me, entrapped me, and I fucking love it. The concrete stones are scraping and digging into my flesh, but I don’t give a shit. It’s all adding to the intensity, feeling his need to come, and emotions overwhelm me as he takes me over completely.

  “I love you,” I moan as I come again. My head pushing up into the crook of his neck. “I love you, Nathan.”

  I sob and feel him finally begin to ejaculate inside me. Collapsing his upper body onto me, I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my hands into his hair as we both breathe hard, my body trembling as he jerks with the last few pumps of his hips. As my senses come back to me, I realize I keep repeating, “I love you, I love you Nathan so much.”

  “I love you,” he finally replies, lifting his head, and with shaky hands brushes the hair away from my face. “I love you,” he says again before pressing his lips delicately against mine.

  We’re still panting when he lifts up, pulling me along with him and into his arms. It’s then I notice he still has his jeans on as he tucks his still semi hard penis back inside, and I’m completely naked. I also remember, we’re outside. I begin to laugh as I bury my head into the crook of his neck, his neighbors aren’t close, but they aren’t that far either.

  “We were so loud,” I giggle.

  “I’m sure people in the next county barely heard you.”

  I reach down and spank his ass hard.

  “Me?!...Oh my God, you’re way louder than me, all grunty and growly.”

  He brings us into the house, kicking the side door shut before leading us upstairs to our bed, where he lays me down.

  “Fine, I’ll stay quiet as a church mouse next time,” he replies, removing his jeans before lying between my legs, propping himself onto his elbows beside my head.

  “I like it, it gets me off,” I smile.

  “I thought this got you off,” He retorts, sliding his stiff cock between us and over my clit.

  “Ummm…” Trailing off into a moan as I lose my train of thought, “that helps, yes.”

  Nathan laughs at me before sinking inside me, and making love to me slowly.

  21

  The faint sound of my phone ringing brings me up from the depth of sleep. It’s early and once I realize that indeed it is my phone, I hurry and reach for it to not wake Skye.

  “Yeah?” I answer without opening my eyes.

  “Drag…there’s an issue with the deal in Cordelia, I need you to take a ride out there ASAP,” Dornan tells me on the other line.

  “Shit, what happened, I thought the guy was solid?” I mumble, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.

  “He’s having second thoughts; I think that dude from Vegas is trying to cut him a bigger deal.”

  “Fuck,” I groan at the same time realizing I’m alone in bed.

  My eyes open wider since the room is still semi dark, with only the pale morning light before the dawn breaks filling the room.

  “Fine, I’ll leave within the hour.”

  Setting my phone back on the nightstand, I’m about to get up when the bathroom door clicks open and out walks the most stunning sight imaginable, my woman naked underneath one of my wife beater tank tops. Her nipples are visible through the thin cotton while the bottom is long enough to cover everything else. She looks sleepy and half out of it, like the need to pee woke her, and she startles slightly when she notices my upright figure.

  “Was that your phone?” she asks, rubbing her eyes and standing at the end of the bed.

  “Uh,” she asked a question, stop looking at her body…her fucking perfect body. “Dornan, needs me to finish a deal with a car guy,” I stammer out.

  “But it’s Saturday,” she states with a small frown.

  The weekend is when we spend all of our time together, doing stuff around the house, and usually end up fucking several times.

  “It should only be a few hours,” I reply.

  My Skye is breathtaking, her tan skin so smooth that I often touch her just to feel the petal-like softness. Her breasts are a bit larger than before pregnancy, her stomach swollen and obvious that she’s with child. Her absent bellybutton jewelry is something I’m still getting used to not seeing, she removed it a week ago when it wasn’t fitting anymore, but I hope she puts it in again after the baby comes. It’s an amazing sight to watch the mother of your child change as your baby gets bigger, in my opinion making her even more desirable and sexy as hell at what her body is doing to provide for the life inside her.

  Walking to her side of the bed, she lifts the white sheet and snuggles into her pillow, pulling the covers under her chin, and hiding her magnificent self from my now awake eyes. Usually we make love every morning, not only because, duh, it’s Skye, but also her hormones make her insatiable. Lately, we fuck four or five times some days, and I’m not complaining. The baby book I was reading, said that the high sex drive would dwindle closer to delivery and might take months to return afterward, so I’m taking all I can right now.

  Dornan was right, there was someone else trying to offer the owner of a pristine 1972 Chevy Camaro, a better deal. I don’t think I’m a scary guy, yes, my height and build can be intimidating and might be helpful when sealing a deal like this, but I also think I have good negotiation skills, hence why Sven gave me this job to begin with. It’s later than I originally told Skye it would be when I get home, I’ve been gone the entire day and the sun is nearly setting as I pull up the long driveway to the house. Knowing she’s inside gives me a calm, it’s what I’d always hoped for, to come home to someone who loved me at the end of the day.

  As I shut off the engine, music’s coming from inside. Her love for 90’s rock makes me laugh, but it makes me love her even more. The windows are open and the music is loud as I walk up the side of the house, past the peonies that she’s planted. She’s made subtle changes to the house since moving in, mainly the gardening. I’d planted greens that were easy and lived through everything. Skye being Skye planted flowers, bright, bold beautiful flowers that remind me of her. She added things to the house, the quilts from farmer’s markets, some of her paintings on the walls.

  But the biggest change was going to be the nursery. Since we didn’t
know what we were having, we decided on an egg-shell blue for the walls. Skye said she needed to see it painted before she picked out the bedding and furniture; regardless we had some time to decide all that. I also needed to finish the sunroom before the baby came, and before I tackled the nursery. The nursery was going to be in my brother’s old room, at first I thought it might make me feel weird, since all the thoughts regarding the space had always reminded me of bad times. But now whenever I walked in, it was like a breath of fresh air, the bad vibes gone and filled with the excitement of things to come.

  I open the screen door to see Skye moving around the kitchen, wearing a crochet white halter top that ends right beneath her perfect tits, obviously braless. Along with a long white skirt that rests below her swollen belly, letting my baby all hang out. Her hair’s in some braided thing pinned at the back of her head that looks cool, her dreamcatcher bracelet sliding up and down her arm as she dances around to the song. I don’t think she notices me at first, but then she shoots a glance over her shoulder and I smile at her playfulness.

  Setting my helmet down, I walk over to the dining room table and pull out a chair. Before I take a seat, I peel off my leather jacket and kick off my boots. She eyes me in my white V-neck t-shirt and faded jeans, jeans I know she loves since she told me how good they make my ass look. The song changes and it happens to be one of her favorites, Jeff Buckley’s “Grace.”

  I think the song is about death, but the music is nice, and I know she loves his voice more than anything. It’s then I notice she’s making dinner, but I can’t think about food when she’s dancing like this for me. To see her carefree and happy is all I ever want for her, to become the light she used to be.

  Since talking to me about Tyler, I’ve noticed she seems better, like maybe relieved it’s out in the open. Whatever it is, there is a noticeable change in her and I would give anything to have her always like this. My thoughts of Tyler on the other hand are a different story, I want to more than ever find this prick and cut his dick off, but according to Chilly the fucker is still off the grid. Even with this change, there’s a lining of annoyance I feel from her. She’s still pissed that I brushed off her proposal, even if we haven’t talked about it since the words came out of her mouth, it’s the elephant in the room.

  Skye sings along while twirling around, holding the ends of her skirt. Moving her body to the beat as her lips curl around the words, and this puts me into the present, banishing all my thoughts of anything other than her and me. The way she moves her body reminds me of sex, and I picture her riding me. She owns me in all aspects, as much as I think I run the show, she has me wrapped around her finger.

  A thought occurs to me and I pull out my phone from my jacket pocket, recording her performance. She notices what I’m doing and instead of shying away, she carries on and makes even more of a show, winking at me and blowing me kisses. My dick is ready to burst in my jeans, she has her back to me as I begin undoing the button, standing and setting my phone down on the table.

  When the music hits a crescendo, I swoop her up and she lets out a yelp and a giggle before I plant my lips over hers, reaching down to pull her skirt down and off her before lifting her against the wall. Her bare thighs wrapping around me as I pull my dick out, she moans into my mouth as I fill her and feel her pussy grip around me. She is the most breathtaking sight as I thrust into her, using the rhythm from the music in the background as a guide to thrust up into her.

  “This is what I’ve needed,” she pants. “Nathan, oh God, I've been thinking about this all day,” she whimpers.

  My balls tighten.

  “Did you fuck yourself thinking of me today?” I growl.

  “Yes,” she moans.

  “Will you show me?”

  “Yes,” she whimpers again. “Make me come like this first.”

  I know the idea turns her on just as much as it does me; her body tightens as she comes. A cry caught in her throat as I fuck her hard, pinning her against the wall, making her immobile. I pull out as I orgasm, using my hand to direct the semen shooting onto her skin. Occasionally I feel the need to mark her, to see my seed on her and know she is mine. Her hand slides down between her legs and then she runs her fingertips over the wetness I left. Bringing it to her lips, to suck on two of her fingers.

  “We taste so good together.”

  Her eyes on mine, as her tongue runs across her bottom lip.

  “Jesus, you’re going to kill me,” I groan and kiss her, tasting us on her lips.

  Skye begins to move her hips, pushing up against my hardening cock.

  “I made dinner, but…” she trails off.

  “I’m starving,” I state.

  Her eyes look at me with a little sadness, Jesus she really is insatiable, but I fucking love it. Kneeling down before her, I lift her legs over my shoulders and get to eating. Lips attaching to her clit, her scent invading my nostrils. Her entrance is warm and soft from my cock, as my tongue teases around and around. Thick cream covers her folds. I love her body like this, all the changes pregnancy causes, including the texture of her cum. My fingers slip around her skin as I lean back on my heels to watch them play. She drops her legs, her feet hitting the floor, and my head shoots up wondering if something’s wrong.

  “Come here,” she tells me, taking my hand.

  She leads me into the entryway, letting go of my hand and raising a finger for me to wait. I watch her juicy bare ass disappear into the dining room, returning with a wooden chair. She sets it down behind me, angling it towards the staircase. Guiding me to sit, I do, and again stare at her as she saunters over to the steps. She sits and spreads her legs. Shit, she’s going to masturbate for me.

  Fingers toy with the straps of her top, eyes locked on me. She palms her tits, massaging them and her legs tense. Her pussy is wet and flush, obvious that I just fucked her. Fingers peel off the material covering her breasts, exposing her candy pink nipples to me. Delicately, she toys with them, pinching softly as her back arches, legs spreading wider. Her eyes glaze and focus on the growing erection beneath my jeans, a moan emanating from her throat.

  “Tell me what you’re thinking,” I say.

  “You, rubbing your cock over me,” she pants.

  She brings one hand to her mouth, wetting her fingers before returning to her nipples. I lick my lips and imagine them on her, latched and sucking, making them red and hard. My palm rubs over my dick, bringing some relief to the throbbing.

  “Do you think about me still, when you touch yourself?” she asks.

  “No,” I reply.

  Wounded eyes shoot to mine.

  “Anytime I get hard, I fuck you…no need to fuck myself.”

  Her mouth slackens, eyes fluttering closed. She slides her feet up to the bottom step, leaning back on an elbow as she trails a hand down her body. She rubs her hand over herself, spreading her wetness all over. With a whimper, two fingers push inside, only for a second before returning to rub her hand over her pussy again. Fingers spread her lips and shows me the bright pink of inside her, the flushed skin that I only get to see when she’s spread for me like this. The material of my jeans begins to dampen, absorbing my pre-cum.

  “I don’t even need to touch myself, and you can make me come,” I tell her.

  I want her to know how powerful her pull is for me, that she still turns me on more than anything. Not like she would ever doubt it, but I don’t want to even allow her to have that thought. I know with being pregnant, she doesn’t think she’s as attractive, assuming I think the same. If she only knew, and I want her to. She gives me a small smile and then gasps as her index finger finds her clit, rubbing small circles.

  “Tell me-”

  “It’s your tongue, doing this to me,” she replies.

  “Imagine my tongue fucking you,” I offer. “Pushing inside and tasting you.”

  “Nathan,” she groans, tossing her head back.

  Her fingers begin to move franti
cally, fast and tight. I can’t take it anymore and I stand, pushing my jeans down my hips. I don’t think she even notices I’ve moved, too lost in her imagination and feeling to recognize I’ve knocked the chair down in my haste. I fist my cock, pre-cum lubing my hand as I wrap tight around the head and pump fast. Her eyes open and she leans forward, shocking me when she spits on my head, closing her lips and grasping my cock to rub over her lips.

  I groan loud and it echoes through the house as my head falls back. She sucks me hard and deep, her fist palming my base, eyes looking up at me. I pull her with me as I move onto the floor, putting her on my dick as I kneel and hug her body against mine. My hand cups the back of her head, the other wrapping around her back. I hold her tightly as I fuck her, only needing to thrust twice before we’re both coming. Her nails digging into my ribs, her face buried in my neck.

  “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I tell her.

  She raises her head, her cheeks flushed, eyes glassy, lips parted as she catches her breath.

  “I love you,” I add, my hands on either side of her belly. “And I love you even more carrying our baby.”

  To me, it goes without saying. I obviously still make love to her, show her with my body that I still want her. But I know she needs to hear it, to really know that I mean what I say.

  ***

  Skye has been busy planning a surprise baby shower for Maven, since her first two boys were born when her and Dornan were in hiding. To see how excited Skye is at just planning and picking out things to get for Maven’s baby, is the most beautiful thing. I know she’s elated to know that soon this will be us, even though she tries to tamper down her excitement for whatever reason, I can’t hide mine. When I’m lost in working on a car, I often think about how things will be as a dad. I know my life is about to change forever, and I can’t wait.

  My whole life I’ve searched for something; I just didn’t know that this was it. I feel fulfilled, that finally I have a meaning. I was meant to love Skye, and we were meant to end up together, meant to be parents together. Although I avoided answering Skye’s proposal, the thought is far from distant. I want to propose to her, that’s the way it should be, a man asking a woman…only after he asks her father. It was two weeks since she asked and I still hadn’t said anything about the matter, when I walked into the front room to see Skye sitting on the floor, legs folded, while her face was planted in her hands.