When his kisses arrive at the top of my panties his hands slide down further, grabbing my panties by the sides and slowly bringing them down mid thigh to where my shorts had just been. And like my shorts I step out of them and he throws them to the side.
But this time as my second footsteps out he grabs my leg hoists it over his shoulder, then quickly does the same with my other, placing my pussy directly in his face allowing him to drag his tongue over my folds causing my head to drop back and my eyes to close as he lowers me down onto the bed with his face in-between my legs.
Chapter Fifteen
Parker
She tastes as sweet as honey and smells sweeter than strawberries.
Even her pussy is absolutely perfect, not that I expected anything less from my perfect woman.
I flick my tongue across her clit before running the flat part of my tongue back across her folds lapping up her juices like a thirsty dog that hasn’t drank for days. And that’s how I feel. Like a dog. A dirty dog for all the ways I want to taste her. And it’s not that I haven’t drank for days, but for a lifetime.
This is the woman I’ve waited for my entire life. The one I’ve always wanted and now I can do all those things I’ve been thinking about doing with her. Anything and everything, emphasis on the everything.
I can’t wait to explore with her as I get to know every single part of her body. Every inch, inside and out.
And right now my tongue inside her pussy is as perfect as life gets.
My eyes close and I breathe in deep, feeling her scent in my sinuses and even filling my lungs. God, how I want to bottle this and wear it as my own personal cologne every single day. Squirt it right in my face so I smell her pheromones all day long.
But I’d never do that. I’d never share anything when it comes to her. She’s mine and all mine and it’s time to see to that exact fact.
I lick around the outsides of her folds, taking in more of her juices before bringing my mouth up and sliding my body forward.
“Are you ready?”
“Beyond ready. I want you inside me.”
“I need to be inside you. Now. All night. All morning. Tomorrow. The next day. Forever.”
I hear a moan escape her and it causes my cock to twitch. I don’t have to run my hand over the tip of my dick to know it’s already covered in pre-come. I can feel it just like I can feel that it’s going to be damn hard to last once I slide inside her.
My body is in control and it’s ready to mate. To not waste another second as a single man, but to get started on life and the creation of life. Our life together and the lives we’re going to make.
I slide my hands up under he back and lift the middle of her back off the sheets as my hips move forward bringing the purple head of my cock right to her opening. I can feel her now and it’s so good it hurts. My dick aches to be inside her. To explode and fill her with everything I’ve got.
“There’s no going back. This is it. We’re going to be one now…forever.”
“I’m ready. I’ve been waiting on this my whole life.”
“As have I. As have I.”
And with that I bring my hips forward slowly, entering her.
She’s tight. Really, really tight. It’s like more a combination of how tight she really is and how throbbing hard and thick I am.
Either way it feels incredible, but I have to be careful not to hurt her, or me for that matter.
I slowly bring my hips back and hear her inhale. She’d stopped breathing. I exhale hard realizing I’d done the same, except where she’d stopped breathing I’d held mine in.
I glide back inside. The first time I barely was in more than just the head of my member, but this time I’m able to get in my head and a bit of my shaft.
I hear a quick, sharp breath in through her teeth and I know it’s painful for her. I slowly pull back, making sure not to overcompensate and pull back too quickly potentially doing as much damage as going in too deep.
“No. Don’t stop. It hurts, but it hurts so good.”
Her hands grab my oblique muscles and I feel her forearms flex as she brings her body up towards mine, willing me back inside her.
“Okay. Let me be in control though. I need to make sure I don’t hurt you. Just tell me if you feel any pain at all.”
“I will, but only the bad kind. The good kind I want. When you’re inside me I feel so alive. So…fulfilled. Fill me.”
And I do, sliding back in. I exhale hard through my nose and feel my abdominals come forward. It’s like everything inside me wants to come out. Like I want to empty everything I have. The air, years of not ever finding the right woman, everything life throws your way…I want to empty that into the air because I have her now.
And my seed? I want to empty all that into her. To come so deeply inside her that it takes my tank to empty, but only temporarily because I know my body will immediately get to work creating more swimmers to fill her again. So my sperm can swim deep inside her competing with one another for the right to fertilize the perfect egg. Hers.
God, how lucky am I?
The luckiest man ever. That’s how lucky.
My hips move in rhythm as my cock slides in and out of her causing her breaths to become shallower and more intense to the point of panting.
I’m equally as out of control.
And then it happens. I feel her walls close around me as her entire body twitches on the sheets.
“I’m coming,” she says softly, but I already knew. I could feel it. Her pussy trying to milk my dick, but there’s nothing there yet.
Until a split second later when there is. My body responds to her call and a rush of heat flows through me exiting through my baby maker and into her, where my boys will get to work creating that baby I want with her so bad.
My arms release from her side and my body bends backwards from the lower back as my hips flex forward as I continue to fill her. She’s going to be so full of my juices they’ll be coming out of her into the middle of next week. Like the gift that keeps giving. Like a reminder of what we did.
I’m going to get so hard in class when I see her sitting there in front of me knowing that my very own DNA could very well be leaking from her pussy right through her pretty pink panties and onto the chair. Knowing that I’ll have to clean her chair when class is over, but only after I very, very carefully catch a quick whiff of it first.
I’m an animal. A complete animal for her doing things I never would do, because of her.
But because of her I want to do those things. These things. Everything.
And it takes at least a solid half minute of eruptions and convulsions of my groin area to fill her with everything I’ve got…for now.
I lean forward, suddenly aware of how hard I’m breathing.
I watch as her breasts heave and her head moves forward and back as an intoxicated look fills her eyes. It’s almost as if she’s here in the room and completely lost somewhere else at the same time.
I kiss her gently on the forehead and fall over in the bed next to her, my cock popping out of her with a sucking sound of a vacuum, in the scientific form, being broken. And that’s exactly what happened. We had the perfect seal and now it’s broken. But not for long.
Once I catch my breath from that quick bout of intensity I can’t wait to get back inside her again.
“That was…amazing. Incredible. Worth the lifetime of waiting,” she says.
My head falls to the side and I look at her next to me. She’s staring at the ceiling, her eyes now wide as saucers.
“That was amazing,” I say. “Because you’re amazing.”
She takes a deep inhale and springs up in bed, mounting me.
“I’m ready to go again. I need you back inside me,” she says.
I expected my dick to go down before it came back up. I didn’t expect it to take long, but I realize my dick has absolutely no plans of taking a break. I’m still hard as a rock.
She lifts her hips up and slide
s down on top of me, getting about a third of me back inside. About as much as was inside the first time.
But a minute or two later and we’re already at half and I feel like I could already come again.
But she beats me too it and just like the first time it immediately sends me right into another eruption. And I thought I was on empty.
But that’s it exactly. I’ll never be on empty…not when it comes to her.
I’ll always have a desire for her that can never be filled, no matter how much I give her.
And I’m going to give her everything in every part of our life that we’ll soon share…together.
Chapter Sixteen
Parker
One day later
I know from my police work that when you have to give someone potentially very bad news you want to do so in the best environment you can, if you’re lucky enough to have time to prepare.
And I’m as prepared as I can be.
I choose a coffee shop that’s a block from Sophia’s house so if Sam gets angry and storms off he won’t do so behind a wheel. That and I choose a time mid-morning when the place should be pretty empty. That and I insisted we sit outside.
The biggest variable is if he throws the scalding hot drink at my face. But I asked the barista for to go cups so that eliminates that threat.
We get a table outside and I pick a chair on a side perpendicular to his. I don’t want to be across the table in a potentially adversarial position, even though men seat themselves this way normally out of habit.
We exchange some small talk and I notice Sam seems to be drinking his coffee super fast. The last thing I need is to give him news when his caffeine buzz is really kicking in.
Plus I’m not one to beat around the bush. Best to treat a man like a man and just tell him what I came here to tell him.
“Sam, there’s something I need to tell you.”
“Is everything okay?”
“More than okay. Things are perfect. Best they’ve ever been.”
“You devil. I noticed you had a certain look about you. I could tell that something was different. I don’t want to sound all girly but you seemed to have a certain glow about you.”
“Well, I never thought I’d be described as having a glow, but you’re totally right.”
“I knew it. What’s her name?”
Time for the moment of truth. I take in a deep breath. Here goes nothing.
“That’s what I need to talk to you about. I just want you to know this is very serious and although it’s happening very fast it’s very, very real…no matter what people might think.”
“Buddy, it’s okay. If you’re going for a quick wedding or something like that I’ve got your back. I’ll be your best man. I’m ready. Shoot, I’ll do anything you need. You need some cash to pull it off, I got you covered. How can I help.”
In hindsight I probably could have picked a better way to phrase this but I’m just too honest and he lead me into it.
“The best way you can help, and it would mean more than you could imagine to both of us, would be for you to walk her down the aisle.”
Sam’s head pulls back, and then he starts laughing hysterically. “Like her dad would do? You calling me old again? I’m only a year older than you, man. Come on. Nice try.”
“I’m serious,” I say. “ But not like her dad would. What her dad would do.”
“Oh. I’m sorry, man. I’m really sorry. Are you saying she doesn’t have a father.”?
I breathe out hard. “No. What I’m saying is you’re her father.”
Sam laughs out loud again. When he sees my face is stone cold. His expression completely changes.
“So…?”
I nod.
He jumps up from his chair and shows me just how badly I miscalculated when in his rage he manages to think clearly enough to remove the lid from his coffee and throw it right in my face.
“You rat bastard mother fucking son of a bitch!”
I wipe my forearm across my face, feeling the burn knowing that the coffee’s definitely going to leave a mark, hopefully not permanently.
By the time I manage to get my eyes open all I can see is his back as he’s storming down the sidewalk back to his house.
Epilogue
Sophia
Eight months later
“That dirt bag better enjoy his last days of freedom because there’s no doubt he’s going to get caught now. And really soon at that,” Parker says.
I carefully turn in my chair.
“Ut uh uh! Let me come to you. Remember what the doctor said?”
Parker bends down and slides around in front of me giving me a kiss and putting his hand on my belly.
“Still kicking,” he says.
“I can’t wait until those kicks happen in the air and not in my womb,” I say.
“One more month and he’s here.”
“He or she,” I say. “We don’t know, remember?” I wink.
“I know. It’s going to be a boy for sure.”
“I hope so or that blue paint in the room will have to be painted over in pink,” I kid.
“Not even thinking of going back to Home Depot. It’s blue and it’s staying blue because we’ve got a little man on the way.”
As crazy as it sounds I feel like it’s a boy inside so I can’t really kid with Parker too much.
And we already did the math and realized that our first child was conceived from our first night together down in Newport Beach. Talk about being made for each other. That we definitely are.
And it was great that we’d have a summer baby because it allowed me to not only not miss a single day of classes in my freshman year, but I’d be able to be back in classes on the first day of my sophomore year.
And not only would my school continue to run smoothly but so would my job.
Parker was able to call upon his experience with police work in order to get me a job as a criminal profile sketch artist. It was the coolest thing I’d ever done and it combined my love of graphic design with my growing obsession with police work and criminal minds.
I get to work with victims to develop sketches and composites. I’m able to access a bit of information that is completely top secret and kept from the public. And twice already my sketches had led to tips which put some really bad guys away. That made me feel really great. And it was especially fulfilling to know our streets were a bit safer, especially considering we were about to welcome a life of our own into the world. And we wanted the safest environment possible for our family, as would any parent.
And speaking of parents my own parents had come around quite a bit. My dad had apologized to Parker, although it took a few months before he spoke to him at all. My mom wasn’t thrilled at first either, and when I found out I was pregnant that took things from bad to worse. But the closer we got to my due date the more my mom got excited and since her and my dad do so many things together it was only natural that her excitement and enthusiasm would have to rub off on him to. At least a little. And a little enthusiasm, when constant, has a way of snowballing.
Parker and my dad have even started to do things together. I was shocked when Parker took him to the shooting range though, especially considering I figured my dad was still harboring a grudge.
But Parker was right. It was a great way for him to let out a lot of built up frustration and anger, and there’s no way my dad would ever do anything that violent. The coffee incident was as irate as I’d ever heard him get. And Parker was the first to admit that it was the sort of reaction that had to be expected. I think as a police veteran he was more upset with himself for underestimating his calculation that my dad wouldn’t think quick enough to get the lid off the to go cup and have time to throw it at him, than he was upset for having taken half a cup of coffee to the face.
Luckily Parker and my dad are a bit older and they drink their coffee black and straight from the pot. And being that it was midmorning that coffee had started to cool quite a bi
t, even though it was sitting on a burner set on low to medium. I’d love Parker no matter what, but it’s certainly nicer to look at him without any scars on his face. I don’t like the idea of being reminded of pain.
And speaking of loving him, Parker had done something else that won my parents favor back…or at least started to.
He’d made me an honest woman with a beautiful wedding down in Tulum. My parents were still angry at the time so he decided it would be best for just the two of us to head down there for an amazing week just before the tourists arrived for Christmas. And also getting married eliminated any concerns regarding what school administrators or the dean might think in regards to a student dating a professor. We were married now...completely legit and free to do whatever we wanted out in the open.
And what a beautiful week and ceremony it was down in Mexico. A wedding and honeymoon all wrapped into one, and in one of the world’s ultimate jet-set locations.
I sometimes wondered how Parker could afford these things on his prior salary and I felt guilty that he was spending so much money on me. Sure it was on us, but I doubt he’d book the nicest hotel in Newport Beach, and another swanky place in Tulum just for himself.
He told me one night that he’s saved almost all of his money his entire life. He never had the need or desire to spend it on myself, but thought one day he might just get incredibly lucky and meet the right woman and then he’d want to spend it on him and “his woman” as he said.
And his woman is exactly what I am. And he is “my man.”
My perfect policeman, or police veteran I should say. And now my perfect professor.
And my perfect partner who showed me the perfect life and even introduced me to a line of work I never would have considered. And one I’m enjoying so much that I still can’t believe someone pays me to do it. That’s the true definition of a successful businesswoman in my opinion. Doing something for the greater good of society that you love and would have done for free. But you get paid for it!
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