by Tara Brent
“Me, I’m over the bloody moon. My dad can finally afford the treatment on his leg. I can give up work and be a lady of leisure and ride horses all day. I can’t wait to go to Nico’s ranch.”
The door opens and mom walks in.
“I’m going to put you on speaker, Ali. Mom’s here, so tell her your good news too,” I say.
“Hi, mom!” She squeals out. “I’m in Texas, right now, and I’m getting married too. Calvin’s brother, Nico, just asked me.”
Mom puts her hands to her face in delight. Then she starts to cry, which sets me off crying and I can hear Ali sobbing at the other end too. Why is it that women cry when they’re happy? I take a hold of mom’s hands and we jump up and down on the floor together, in our excitement. Callum comes running into the bedroom and joins in, only he’s jumping up and down on the bed. Finally, with all the noise we're making, Calvin comes to see what’s going on. He hears Ali on the other end.
“Did he ask her?” He asks me.
“Yes. You knew?” I ask him, over the noise. “Did you two plot this? So, how about a double wedding?” I suggest.
“That’s what we were hoping for too,” he replies and picks me up to kiss me. “Are they both in Texas?
“Yes they are, you scoundrels, planning and plotting all along,” I laugh. “You’ve made me so happy, Calvin Luca,” I announce.
“No, Tiffany Miller, you’ve made me the happiest man in the world.”
Tickling Toes
At last, we’re alone. Everyone else has gone to bed. We're sitting outside on a small deck that is located just off our bedroom suite. The stars twinkle brightly in the sky as it’s a beautiful clear evening. It’s a very private area, and unbeknown to my fiancé, I’ve had many a passionate evening out here. Now though, other women are long and gone behind me, Tiffany is the woman I love and she's the one who's agreed to marry me. We belong together and I can’t wait to make love to my fiancé.
We lay on a double lounger, perfect for couples with romance in mind. Tiffany lays in my arms and we can hear the slight rippling of the water. Her face turns up towards me and I can’t help but lean in and kiss her with a burning passion. She allows her lips to part as my tongue explores her mouth. Our tongues dance together serving to increase my desires with every pounding heartbeat. Tonight, I want our sex to be wild and passionate. Free from worrying about her mum overhearing us, or Callum running into the room and catching us in a compromising position. Tonight, I have her all to myself and we can make all the noises we want.
I move gently down her neck flicking my tongue along her pale skin. As I stop licking I start to nip softly with my teeth, making my way down between her cleavage. A sudden rush of blood overcomes me as my testosterone increases. She is mine and I'm the alpha around here. Gripping her blouse in my hands, I rip it in two, allowing her perfectly formed breasts to fall free. Already her nipples are hard with excitement as I swoop down and engulf one into my mouth, sucking voraciously. Tiffany arches her back, pushing more of her luscious flesh into my mouth.
Taking her wrists, I force them above her head. As I pin them down with my strength, she writhes around under me. Her groans are passionate, and I nip one of her sensitive buds between my teeth.
“Oh, you brute!” she cries out as I hurt her.
Lifting myself a little off her body, I look into her flushed face and stare into her now open eyes.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask in a husky lust laden voice.
She doesn’t answer with words. Instead, she arches her back, even more, offering me her other tit. Immediately I bite down on that one too. This elicits another long groan from her throat. When I pull back I can see a light imprint on her soft flesh and my erection grows even harder.
Kneeling up, I take hold of the waistband at the top of her slacks and roughly pull them down. Panties come with them, and I throw her clothing on the floor. Now she's completely naked and I run my eyes over every inch of her exposed body. She does not attempt to hide her most intimate places. The light ginger bush that once covered her mons has now gone. Her legs are parting wider and wider and I see her moist pussy lips inviting me in.
Cupping her shaved mound in the palm of my hand, I slip my middle finger between her labia lips. A soft moan emanates from her and I can see her eyes are tight shut. It makes me curious as to what wild images she’s playing out in her mind. Wasting no more time I move my head down between her legs. As my tongue lashes at her vulva and clitty, she shivers with delight. Probing my tongue in her wetness causes her to buck her hips against my face. Her pussy is soaking wet with passion. Oh, my little kitten, let’s play a better game and see how far I can push you.
With knees placed firmly between her wide open legs, I take a grip of her ankles. Yanking on her feet I hold her slender legs high in the air, wide open and ready for the taking. Before she has a chance to realize what I’m doing, I move one of her graceful feet towards my mouth. Now I can lick each one of her delicate toes. First circling the tip of my tongue around her big toe, I move to engulf it in my mouth. She loves it and it encourages me to do it to her other foot too. Licking at the underneath of her sensitive feet, I know from experience that this sensation is delightful.
My manhood grows at the pleasure I’m giving my woman. Moving my lips over the skin and towards the top of her foot, I nibble at the surface with my teeth.
“Ohhh...fuck me!” She cries out. “Now, do it now! Fuck me with your hard cock, please!!”
I say nothing and ignore her begging plea. I want to tease some more yet.
First, I lick the inside of her leg and work my way back up to her soaking wet pussy. Running my tongue along her labia I lap at the folds with my lips. Blood pumps through my body as I delay and anticipate the best part. Tiffany grabs my hair and tugs it hard. The pain forces me to push my tongue deep inside her tender parts.
To pay her back, I prize open her soft ass cheeks and stroke the edges with my fingertips. Feeling around for the opening I'm soon pushing my finger in there. She jolts as my digit enters her tight asshole. Instead of fighting against the probing finger, she swings her legs back towards her head. Now, she's doubled up and giving me better access so I reward her efforts. My greedy mouth covers her wet pussy. She's completely at my mercy in this vulnerable position. Can I help it if I take advantage and probe both her ass and her cunt at the same time? Oh...she's loving every minute of it!
When I pull back, she moans her disappointment at the lack of attention. I have better things in mind as I replace my tongue with my throbbing dick. In one swift thrust, I'm balls deep inside of her.
With both of us on the brink of our climax, this won't be a very long fucking session. The warm tight grip of her slurping pussy is pushing me nearer and nearer. I try to make it last and set a slow pace but Tiffany has other ideas. She writhes and bucks underneath me and in no time we're both strutting like animals on heat. We both pound at each other like our life depends on it. I can feel my orgasm approaching as it builds up from my balls and swells my cock. Just as I pump my seed deep inside of her, Tiffany is in having her own organic ecstasy. She thrashes about the bed screaming out her passion as the orgasm shudders through her body.
As I collapse by her side with sweat glistening my body, I hear her giggle.
“What?” I ask, wondering if she’s insulting my manhood.
“That was different,” she says. “I’m looking forward to all the new tricks we have to learn together.
“Oh, there’s plenty more where that one came from,” I reply. She lays her head on my chest to rest. “We have a lot to make up for and it’s all going to be fun,” I finish before we fall asleep out in the moonlit evening.
Chapter 27
Money Talk
What a night I had with my Italian lover! First the proposal, and then amazing sex. I still can’t believe he asked me! In my heart, it was all I ever wanted. I can see now that he wants me too. All those worries over him taking Callum from me were my
own crappy insecurities. We're the perfect match and I see a lifetime of happiness ahead of us.
Over the next few days, we enjoy the white-sandy beaches of Carmel Bay and watching surfers on the Pacific Ocean waves. We agree that the best place for our son to learn to swim will be the pool on the boat. If we try the ocean it might scare him. I’m now sat watching them both and Callum is taking to it very well. He hasn't quite got the hang of it yet. He's comfortable enough to dog paddle around the pool with water wings on and his daddy by his side. What a wonderful sight they are together. I imagine when Calvin bought this boat that this wasn’t the lifestyle he envisaged. There would have been plenty of glamorous parties in the past, but now he teaches his son to swim.
We go ashore to enjoy the local attractions and mom goes off to the local golf club with Jed, the captain of the boat. I’m wondering if a friendship is going to blossom there. Jed's a good guy and they seem well suited. I suppose I could be reading too much into it because love and romance are in the air. It would be pretty amazing if we both found love on this vacation. The holiday of love...
Forgive my mind for wandering but I am, after all, in love.
So, we go on to enjoy the quirky buildings in the village. The sun is hot and we end up in a courtyard café bar where the three of us enjoy a cool drink.
“This is amazing,” I say to my new fiancé. “I don’t think I’ve had such a good vacation in all my life.”
“Mommy, what’s a wedding?” Callum blurts out.
“It’s when two people are in love and they buy rings for each other. Then, they have a very special party called a wedding,” I answer, very smartly.
“Daddy, are you coming to mommy’s wedding?” He turns to Calvin with a curious frown on his brow.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Not even if you paid me a million bucks,” he craftily replies.
“Wow, I wish I had a million bucks,” our little boy says, most likely imagining how many toys he could buy with lots of money.
Of course, I don’t mention that as it happens, his father has got quite a few million bucks. This line of discussion allows me to bring up a specific topic I've been wanting to discuss.
“That’s something we haven’t talked about yet,” I say, picking up on the mention of money.
Callum runs off pretending to fly, still using his Batman cape. That was one mighty good investment Calvin made there.
“I’m used to being my own boss,” I attempt to explain my comment “Such as having my own money and paying my own bills. I’m not sure how to adjust to...well...you know...your wealth.”
I whisper the last two words as if I’m talking about dirty sex. Hmmm...I wish I was, but alas, it’s only money talk.
“You’re worrying too much over this. Sure, it's a game-changer for both you and Callum, but we’ll work it all out at any pace you want to go by.” He pauses and looks over at me as if he’s trying to gauge my reaction. He must have decided he's got the green light and continues. “Although, we can do that house move you’ve been wanting to do. It’s only a case of deciding where you want to go?”
“Oh, it’s a bit too soon,” I reply, shocked at the thought of planning that so quickly. “I haven’t even started to look for work yet, what with this vacation. And now, well, there’s the wedding to plan.”
“Why don’t you look for work after we move?” he dares to suggest. "You said it yourself; babies are born everywhere. That means there'll be no shortage of work wherever we end up."
I ponder his suggestion and realize that he's still observing me.
“You’re in thinking mode aren't you," he says. "I can tell because you’re twitching your mouth. I'm getting to know all your little quirks quite well, and each one makes me love you all the more."
“Hahaha...,” I laugh a little nervously at his comment. I too am noticing all the little habits he has, such as stroking my hair whenever he’s close to me. “Let’s not talk about moving just yet. Give me time to adjust to everything. It's a lot to take in.”
And so we agree to postpone the subject and enjoy the remaining time we have left on our last day.
The next morning we head back to San Francisco Bay. I thought it would take a few days as it can be rather choppy out there. Captain Jed assures us all's well and we will get home in one trip.
When we dock in the marina later that day, Mia and Ethan are waiting to greet us.
“I hear we have a lot of planning and celebrations to do!” Mia says to me as soon as we greet one another.
I’m so excited to have someone to talk to about the wedding that I walk off absently with Mia, to the Limo that’s waiting for us. I climb in as if it’s the most natural thing in the world for me to do. Wow! Am I getting used to this lifestyle so quickly?
Tearful Tiffany
As soon as we enter Ethan's apartment, I head towards the balcony to escape the chatter about the wedding. My son very wisely follows me outside.
On my way, I take Lily from Mia and cradle her in my arms, and then it hits me what I did. Only a few months ago I would never have held a kid, at least not voluntarily. Now I’m a father and it seems quite natural. It might be nice to have another baby, we still have time. And if it’s a girl that would complete our little family unit.
Lilly is busy scrutinizing my face as she’s much more aware now. She’s a real beauty and will no doubt be a looker when she gets older.
“I can see your ma and pa are going to have to keep a close eye on you, young lady,” I whisper to her and she rewards me with a smile.
“So, have you a plan yet?” I hear Mia ask Tiffany as they sit on the huge sofas. Then I notice Pauline isn’t there.
“Where’s your mom?” I shout through the doors.
“She felt tired after the trip so she’s gone home to rest awhile,” Tiffany replies as if she's just remembered my presence.
“Good idea," Mia says. "It’s going to be a busy time for her soon. Okay, so when and where are the weddings to be and where are you all going to live? These are the burning questions.”
They both look over at me for some sort of answers but I have none to give. As I shrug back at them I kiss Lilly’s fat little cheek to get myself out of the conversation.
“I...I don’t’ know anything. I’m so confused,” Tiffany says, and unexpectedly burst out into tears. “Crap, I...I’m, sorry, I don’t know where this has come from,” she tries to explain herself by apologizing.
Callum goes to the rescue and jumps on his mom’s lap to hug her.
Mia suggests a light cocktail to lighten the mood. By the time she returns with some colorful drinks, Tiffany has dried up her eyes. I’m now sitting by her side on the couch.
“You have to stop work,” Mia says to Tiffany as she hands her the cocktail glass.
I stand back up again and make my way back towards the balcony door, attempting to get out of this discussion. I’d prefer Tiffany didn’t work, but I’m not going to tell her that.
“What?” Tiffany says, shocked at Mia’s suggestion. "I c...can’t do that, Mia, I love my job.”
“I know, I loved mine too but something has to give or you'll explode,” Mia tells her. “Learn to be a wife and continue being a great mother, then start to think about what you want out of your new life.”
“This is all too much. I can’t imagine life without my work,” Tiffany says, almost on the verge of another outburst of tears.
“Look, let’s concentrate on the wedding, for now,” Mia suggests as she shuffles up to be by Tiffany’s side. She puts an arm around her for comfort. “This should be an exciting time for you and not involve tears unless they’re the happy type. Now then, let’s focus. We need to consider venues, receptions, and honeymoons.”
“Honeymoons!” Tiffany cries out again. “I can’t go anywhere without Callum, so that can't happen.”
Mia looks over at me sympathetically as she notices me watching the discussion. She seems to understand my dilemma; Tiffany is going to
need a lot of gentle persuasion to accept her new life.
“No worries,” Mia says. “We can work on that one later. You do know that now Callum will be surrounded by his family. He’ll never get a moment’s peace and quiet. Everyone in the family will want to meet him and once they do, they'll love him.”
I smile at Mia, pleased that she’s helping me with this. Give me a billion-dollar business deal and I’m your man. Give me an emotional and unstable woman and I’m useless.
“You’re right, Mia,” Tiffany agrees. “In the past, it’s only been Callum, mom and me. Oh, and pa when he was here. Now though, he's gained lots of new relatives and I know that Calvin’s family is a close-knit one. Callum will never be alone ever again. Mom won’t have to be his constant sitter. In fact, you’re right about work too. I can finally get to spend more time with him. I don’t have to work, do I? I can be with my gorgeous husband and my handsome little boy for every moment of every day.”
I look over at Mia and nod my thanks to her. It’s taken her less than an hour to make Tiffany see sense when I’ve been trying for days. I’m going to have to improve on my empathy skills.
“Come on, Callum, let’s take baby Lilly outside for some sunshine,” I say to my son as I stand in the doorway.
He darts from his mom’s knee and over to me. We leave the women alone so they can talk. Sometimes, it’s best to accept when you’re out of your depth, and I’m man enough to do that. If Mia can help Tiffany come to terms with her new life, that’s fine with me.
Chapter 28
And...Another Surprise Trip
I’m amazed I let Mia talk me into this, but here I am on a flight across the European continent, on my amazing beau’s private jet. I’ve gone from a vacation on a luxury boat to traveling halfway around the world to visit my pa's roots. So far we’ve visited London, Paris, and Rome; all cities I had only ever dreamed of seeing. Paris was by far my favorite place so far, so romantic and beautiful.
