I want to feel all that power, but later.
My hands continue as I reach for the bottom of his shirt, tugging at it. He leans back as he straddles me, pulling his shirt up and over his head as he watches me and I watch him…until I lose focus on those washboard abs of his.
I reach forward and run my hands along the ridges in his stomach. Next time it’s laundry day I know just the washboard I’ll be using.
He leans back in, kissing me, before his fingers slowly unbutton the buttons on my blouse…one at a time at an agonizingly slow pace.
The anticipation is driving me crazy for him, and as his body moves just over the top of mine the bulge in his pants tells me he’s just as turned on by all this foreplay as I am.
I feel his cock press against my leg as his hand cups my breast over the top of my bra.
If I would have known he was going to show up today I would have worn something different, but as things turned out the white bra and panties I have on are a bit ironic, but make a whole lot of sense.
As his right hand squeezes and kneads my breast, his left hand finishes unbuttoning my blouse. I can feel the slight breeze as each button finds its way undone.
When he reaches the last one, he opens my blouse before leaning back again to look at me.
I feel exposed.
“Your body is incredible,” he says.
“I don’t think so,” I say.
“I know so,” he says, making me feel a whole lot better and much more comfortable.
I lean up a bit onto my forearms and unhook my bra from behind.
“Slowly,” he says.
I remove my bra, but keep myself covered with one forearm. I toss the bra to the side as I watch his pupils dilate as he focuses in on the size of my breasts.
“Ever since you came over in that little white tank top that was struggling to contain your beautiful breasts, I’ve dreamed of this moment. Seeing them. Seeing you. Exposed in front of me.”
I slowly move my hand away, revealing myself to him. “Was the wait worth it?”
“I had incredibly high expectations,” he begins. “And somehow you exceeded them. You are absolutely perfect.”
He leans back in and cups my right breast with his left hand, taking my nipple in his mouth.
I run my fingers through his hair and dig my fingernails into his upper back. I can feel the pool forming in my panties, and I want him now. I want romance, but there’s no stopping nature. I need him.
My hands slide around to his chest and I squeeze his pecs, although there’s nothing to really squeeze. He’s carved out of stone, without any extra fat. I run my hands along the outsides of his chest muscles, tracing their perimeter. They’re the two rock walls that guard his heart, and he’s about to let me in.
I reach for his belt, and unfasten the buckle.
I slide his zipper down and run my hands along the length of his shaft on the outside of his boxers. He’s so, so big.
His hands come back and he slides his pants down without ever coming off me. He’s like a possessed animal coming to the watering hole to drink.
He grabs at my waist and rips my pants down to my mid thigh, before unbuttoning my buttons.
Before he even unbuttons the final button he lifts my legs high in the air, pulling off each pant leg one at a time as he looks at me, letting me know he’s going to take me right here and now.
He finishes by tossing my pants to the side before his face dives back into my middle, taking a big breath in as his nose rests against my white panties. I can feel his nose splitting my fold as he inhales again.
“You smell so sweet, and feel so wet.”
I moan at his words and the feeling on my mound. I reach for the sides of my panties and start to pull them down. I’ve barely moved them but an inch before his hands shoot up and finish the job for me.
He quickly slides out of his boxers and stares down at me, laid out bare in front of him.
My line of vision drops and I’m greeted with a rock hard cock that’s pointing due north. The head is well past his belly button and I can see the wetness forming at the top.
I reach for it with one hand, but quickly realize it’s going to take two as I stroke him up and then down.
His hands and body both come forward as he grabs my butt hard, lifting me up and off the couch.
My hands release his dick and reach for the couch cushions, but they’re long gone when he pulls me up to face him as he kisses me hard.
I wrap my arms around his torso as far as they’ll reach, and still come up short. He’s just too wide and too thick.
He slides my hair back as each of our faces continue to devour the other’s.
I come up on my shins, trying to line up my opening with his rod, but he’s not having it and it’s driving me crazy.
“I want you inside me,” I say.
“Not yet,” he says.
“I need you inside me,” I say.
“You’re making this too hard on me,” he says. “I want this to last.”
“I don’t care. Right now I just want you, even just a taste,” I say.
One hand reaches underneath me and he lifts me up and positions me right where I need to be.
His hand moves away and I relax my legs, sliding right down his pole feeling the sensation along my walls, before his tip finds my spot and my head flies back in ecstasy.
“Aaah!” I say. It’s a mix of pleasure and pain. He’s just so big, but it hurts so good.
He grabs me by the waist and lifts me up, my walls feeling the void as his cock is pulled away.
My pussy creates a vacuum, and empty tunnel as my body moves upward.
He stops just at the tip, never leaving me completely empty, before ever so slowly lowering me down his shaft, filling me again and making everything right.
My arm starts to twitch and my eyes close. I can’t believe I’m this close already.
His fingers dig deeper into my waist as he moves me up and down, increasing the speed and friction with which his cock splits me open.
Seconds later I’m a rag doll, getting thrown around left, right, and center as my mind goes blank and I see a bright light…and then the dam breaks and I explode on him.
I feel the sensation as everything leaves me and my entire body convulses.
“I’m cumming,” I say.
“I’m gonna bust,” he says, and just as the last of my river flows from me, I’m filled up again by a volcano exploding inside me.
I feel his warm load enter deep inside me and my eyes shoot open. I feel my entire body change, physically, spiritually, and completely.
It’s like I had never fully experienced life until now.
I look into his eyes and see the narrowed focus of his look, just before his eyes close completely and a second eruption fills me even fuller.
I’ve given myself to him completely, and he to me.
A good thirty seconds pass as I try and catch my breath to no avail. His eyes open slowly before he kisses me suddenly.
“Do that again?” he says.
“Do you need a minute?”
“No. That was just the first of many, and as you can feel I’m still hard for you.”
He’s right. His length and girth are still stretching me as much as before. The only difference is his seed is deep inside me, joining his cock.
I’m still wet as he begins sliding me up and down on his pole again, before flipping me over in acrobatic fashion.
I bury my head in the pillow and feel his hand come down firmly on my ass.
He quickly takes me by the hips, lifting my midsection off the couch as he slowly slides inside me. Somehow it’s even deeper than before.
I bite down on the fabric as he slaps me again, and I realize this is going to be a night I will never forget.
CHAPTER 21
Diana
One week later
The past week had been pure bliss.
We’d made Boston our base while we travel
ed to New York City and also Philadelphia. By day Brianna got the kind of education she could never get just by being in a classroom.
And by night a different kind of school was in session. I got schooled in the many different kinds of ways a man can please a woman, not only physically, but emotionally and mentally as well.
Joshua touched places deep within me. Places I didn’t even know existed.
After a long day of exploring Brianna would pass out with Joshua carrying her off to bed. We’d lock her door and then explore each other physically all night long.
On the road Joshua splurged for some of the nicest hotels I’d ever seen, let alone been in. I insisted we didn’t need something so extravagant, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He said he’d worked hard his entire life. Now it was time to enjoy the fruits of his labor.
But one thing I certainly wasn’t going to enjoy was confronting my dad.
The plane touched down at LAX, and as we made the ride back home the joy of the last week turned into the anxiety of dealing with the reality of the situation.
Joshua had promised me he’d handle everything. That didn’t mean it was going to be easy, but at least it was nice to know he was going to be the man and confront my dad about everything. Of course I’d have to speak with him as well, but it was nice to know he wasn’t throwing me right into the fire, head first.
The driver pulled up to Joshua’s house.
“Go time,” Joshua said.
He must have seen the worry on my face. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this,” he said as he let Brianna and I into the house and then walked over to my house. The house I’d lived in my entire life, but I knew I wouldn’t be spending much more time there anymore.
I tried to play games with Brianna to pass the time, but my mind was definitely next-door.
“What’s wrong, Diana?” she said on a couple occasions.
The tender sound of her voice showed me just how observant she was, and just how much she cared.
And the amount and ways I’d come to care about her were infinite. She’d grown on me since we first met, and the only person I liked spending time with more was Joshua. Even better was when the three of us spent time together.
Sometimes things just work out, and when one door closes another one opens. I was already falling for Joshua and Brianna before I got my lab results back. I fell for them so hard I ran away. I wanted to protect them, from me.
When Joshua showed me none of that mattered it changed my entire way of thinking. Knowing now that I already have the best child ever in my life made the lab results a distant memory. It also didn’t hurt that Joshua was open to adopt. I could have my cake and eat it too.
But those things were well into the future. I still hadn’t heard anything in regards to how the meeting between Joshua and dad was going.
Seconds were turning into minutes, and minutes into an entire hour. I needed to keep busy and showing Brianna how to make my favorite double chocolate layer cake seemed like a fresh alternative to playing more games.
One person who certainly wasn’t playing games was my dad. He was no-nonsense and I can only image what must be going on next door.
Just as I began looking for the ingredients for the cake, and realizing Joshua had less than a third of them, he came in through the front door.
“Hey,” he says.
“Hey,” I say. His emotions aren’t giving away anything. He’s not making this any easier right now.
“Where’s Brianna?”
“She ran upstairs.”
“Can you go next door with me?” Joshua asks.
“You spoke with my dad?”
“Yeah, but I think it’s better if we all speak now.”
“Is everything okay?”
Joshua moves closer and wraps me up in a hug. “Hey there, Little Bear. Big Bear has everything under control. Everything will be fine.”
“Will be fine?”
“Is fine. We just need to sit together first.”
Brianna enters the room, and Joshua extends his hand to her to come join us.
“Want to go over to Uncle Dave’s house?” he asks.
“Okay,” she says.
We release our hug and with Brianna holding two fingers of his one hand, and me holding the other hand, we walk towards the door.
It’s time to see my father again, and let him know that although I’ll always be daddy’s little girl, it’s time this book called my life begins a new chapter.
CHAPTER 22
Diana
My dad is a stone as he watches us from the front step. He steps aside as we cross the threshold. I never felt so weird entering my own home.
I sit down on the couch with Joshua and Brianna. My dad is across from us in his favorite chair.
I notice that although there were other places I could have sat, I subconsciously choose to be with Joshua and Brianna. The fact that we’re a team is just so natural to me now.
My dad looks across the coffee table at me with eyes that long for older times.
“Diana,” he begins.
I say nothing. Not because I don’t want to, but because I can’t. My body is frozen by the weirdness of the situation. I feel like a stranger in my own home. I think my dad can feel it too.
“Sweetheart, things have been different since your mother passed. When she left us you became all I have left. You remind me more and more of her each day. I see a lot of her in you, and it took Joshua sitting me down to realize that right now.”
I nod my head and try and hold back the tear that’s forming in the corner of my eye. It’s no use.
“But Joshua also reminded me that that doesn’t have to change. You’ll always still be here.”
I see my dad’s bottom lip start to quiver and it takes everything I have to hold myself together.
“Over this past week I’ve had a lot of time to think things over. There was an age difference between your mother and I. It was only a couple years, so it doesn’t sound like much now, but at the time it caused some problems with her family when we first started going out. We married when we were both really young, and we had one heck of a ride. And that ride’s not over. I still feel her presence and think of her every day. And the more I thought about it the more I realized you do too. You saw how well we got along and realized that real love knows no limits. At least that’s what I think…that you learned that by watching us. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I’m right, but it doesn’t really matter. What does matter is the way Joshua feels about you. I can see it when he speaks about you, and I know he’s going to do everything for you. He’s always going to put you first.”
My dad pauses as the quivering lower lip picks up its pace.
“And that’s exactly where my little girl belongs. In first place.”
I jump up from the couch and my dad does the same. We hurriedly try to clear the edge of the coffee table and meet half way, in a big father daughter hug.
“Promise me you’ll come and visit,” he says.
“I promise,” I say in between sobs.
“It’s easy. You’ll be right next door,” Brianna says.
“Yeah,” I say, wiping away the tears. “Just next door.” I turn to look at Brianna who seems oblivious to everything. She’s just smiling away as she kicks her feet forward and back…her legs too short to touch the floor from her position on the couch.
I feel my dad’s hands and arms squeeze me tighter again, and I hug him with everything I’ve got.
“I’m sorry if I made you cry,” my dad says.
“It’s okay,” I say.
I feel my dad’s hug loosen and I look up to him. He motions with his head towards Joshua.
I give my dad a kiss on the cheek and turn, heading back towards the couch.
I can feel myself crossing the threshold, both figuratively and literally. The moment I’m across to the other side of the coffee table it’s like one part of my life has ended, and another has begun.
And I’m ready
for the next chapter. At least I thought I was until what happens next.
CHAPTER 23
Joshua
Before Diana has a chance to sit down, I’m already on a knee.
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