by Eva Luxe
The waiter comes back with our food and we dig in. We chat, avoiding our previous topic. I mean, everything that needed to be said has been said, right?
Either way, I don’t want Isaac to feel I’m too anxious. He might end the evening right then and there. And I have missed having him inside me. I need it, even if I’m nervous. I’m ready, to finally be possessed by my husband again.
Isaac
We eat and talk, but don’t bring up the topic again. I can’t tell if Veronica’s more nervous or excited. I don’t want her to feel like I’m rushing her.
Maybe a surprise hotel room wasn’t a good idea… It was kind of like setting up my expectations without asking her first. It’s just our first night out in a while and I wanted to make it special. We finish our meals and the waiter comes to clear our plates.
“Would you like to view our dessert menu?” he asks.
Before I can get one syllable out, Veronica has an answer ready.
“No, thank you. We’re getting dessert somewhere else.”
She winks at me, and I try not to let my mouth fall open.
The waiter nods and tells us he’ll be back with our check. I lean in to get closer to Veronica.
“What was that?” I ask her.
She gives me a mischievous smile in return.
“Well, Hubby,” she says, with another wink. “I distinctly remember you saying what you want to eat isn’t on the menu and I thought for dessert I could give what you really want.”
The waiter returns with our check and I get us out of there as quickly as possible. The valet brings our car around and I drive as fast as legally allowed, maybe even a little faster, to get us to the hotel. All the while, Veronica is laughing at my exaggerated display of enthusiasm.
We’re finally standing outside the hotel room and I push the door open. Veronica enters ahead of me and takes in the room. It’s a little extravagant, but I wanted to go all out. I close the door behind me and lean against it. Veronica turns around and takes a seat on the edge of the bed.
“Do I need to invite you over?” she asks, grinning at me.
I slowly walk over to her and reach the edge of the mattress. I kneel in front of her. Her eyes follow my descent.
I take one of her legs in my hands and remove her heel. I give it a small throw over my shoulder and this gets me a small smirk. I repeat the action with the other shoe. I run my hand up her leg to her lower thigh.
“Why don’t you put your feet up on the bed?”
She moves back so that her full body is on top of the mattress. I stand up and loosen my tie.
“Let me.”
Veronica moves over to me and kneels on the bed. She gently grabs my tie and unties it. She leaves it hanging around my collar and places her hand softly on the side of my face.
“Thank God, you shaved.”
She leaves kisses along my jawline. As she kisses my face, her hands make quick work of removing my jacket and unbuttoning my dress shirt. Her mouth moves down to my neck and then to my shoulders. I can tell the trajectory she’s aiming for and so I lift her face back up to mine.
Tonight is the time for me to please her. My loving wife. Who carried and delivered our child and who deserves to be treated like the princess she is.
Veronica
Isaac starts by kissing my neck. He even licks it, drawing a giggle out of me.
“Is something funny?” He asks, his voice muffled by my neck.
“Your tongue just tickles. You seem to forget how ticklish I am.”
He takes his mouth away from my neck and presses his forehead against mine.
“I do, don’t I?”
Before I answer, he lightly settles his lips against mine, testing the waters. I kiss him back with more force and he reciprocates by wrapping his hand in my hair and pressing me into him.
My body is flush against his and I can feel how hard he is. His tongue darts out and coaxes my jaw open. I moan into his mouth. I entwine my hands in his hair and pull him down on top of me.
Surprised by my sudden forcefulness, he has to catch himself with his arms. They end up on either side of my head and he’s hovering above me, scanning my body.
“Undressing me with your eyes?” I add with a playful lilt in my voice and a wiggle of my brows. For some reason, all this sensualness is making me giddy.
“I’d rather undress you with my hands,” he says.
I bring myself up into a sitting position, so he can reach the zipper at the back of my dress. He brings it down slowly and once I’m completely unzipped; Isaac slips the dress off my shoulders and exposes my bra.
“Looks like someone dressed for the occasion,” he says, his arched eyebrow presenting a more questioning tone.
“Maybe you weren’t the only one with… intentions this evening.”
This coaxes another smile out of him and he gives me a quick kiss. His hands then go and remove my bra, giving him full view of my breasts.
“Just be careful,” I tell him, not wanting to ruin the mood but also not wanting to be in too much pain to continue our fun. “They’re still a little sensitive from breastfeeding.”
He nods and places a gentle hand on one of them, giving me a gentle message. I lie back down as the sensations hit me. He swipes his thumb over my nipple and I make a small sound to indicate my pleasure.
“Oh, Isaac.”
He once again kisses me, but this time it’s hungrier. His hand runs down my body and finds the edge of my panties. Isaac slides his hand inside and slips two fingers inside of me. I gasp into his mouth and can feel his smile against my lips.
“You’re still just as sensitive,” he says, pleased.
All I can do is nod as he pumps his fingers in and out of me at an excruciatingly slow pace. He makes sure to avoid the spot I want him to touch the most, all so he can drag out the process.
I place my hands on his shoulders to steady myself. He begins to quicken his pace, seeing the need in my eyes. I dig my nails into his flesh as I get more and more wound up.
“Should I keep going?” he asks me.
“Mmhm…” is all I can manage to moan.
He inserts a third finger and I dig my nails deeper. He finally puts his thumb on my clit and I sharply inhale.
“You can go a little faster,” I say breathlessly.
Isaac touches his nose to mine and laughs.
“Faster?”
“Yes, please…”
I’m practically begging him now. But instead of accepting my request, he removes his fingers. I let out a small sigh of disappointment, but I decide to see where he’s going.
He rubs my clit again, harder, faster, with an amazing rhythm, until his fingers are slippery with my juices and I’m opening my legs and my mouth, moaning for him, inviting him inside me.
“Fuck me, please,” I beg him, as I come into his hand. “I need my husband to fuck me.”
“That’s more like it,” he says.
He puts his fingers in his mouth and licks me off them. He then goes to remove his pants.
“Allow me,” I tell him.
I can’t wait to have his cock inside me. I want him, need him, feel as though I’m going to die if he doesn’t put his cock in me where it belongs.
I sit up, undo his belt, and unbutton his pants. I partially slide them off and Isaac finishes the job. He makes quick work of removing the rest of clothing and then he’s back on top of me, his hard cock pressing against my legs, revealing its need for me.
I shimmy my dress down my legs and kick if off and do the same with my underwear, so we’re both naked. We engage in another passionate kiss.
“I’ve missed… this,” he says. “Your sweet, tight little pussy.”
He’s positioned his cock right at my entrance, hesitating to take the last step.
“I’ve missed this, too. Your big, hard cock.”
I wrap my legs around him as he starts his descent into me. He continues to enter me albeit very slowly. The head of his coc
k pushes his way from my pussy lips deep into my hole, until he’s filling me up all the way. My juices are dripping onto his cock, begging him to take me.
His slow penetration sends a chill down my spine. I can tell he’s exercising great restraint and while the care he is displaying warms my heart, I would prefer not to be treated so fragilely.
“I told you not to hold back,” I tell him. “I want your raw passion.”
I move my hand to his ass and dig my nails in to further my point.
“You know I want your raw pussy, with nothing to come in between us, and I want to fill you up and pound you silly,” he says. “I just wanted to be careful since it’s been so long…”
“I’ve told you before, I want the unedited you. And if I need you to slow down, I’ll say so.”
He looks into my eyes and smiles mischievously. Now there’s the guy I married. I knew that childbirth couldn’t be the end of our amazing sex life.
Isaac
Veronica brings her hand to my cheek and cups it softly. She’s never shied away from any part of me and I want to give her what she wants. I move out of her slowly, but reenter swiftly and fully.
I hear her gasp and worry I’ve been too rough, but her face tells me otherwise, letting me know this is exactly what she wanted. I continue to slide in and out at a steady pace, but soon I’m going with much more vigor. Victoria is moaning with pleasure, which fuels my passion.
“You’re so fucking hot.”
Veronica encourages me with her mewing, telling me to go harder.
“Your pussy feels amazing,” I tell her, my cock feeling so good as it’s squeezed in between the walls of her pussy and her beautiful thighs.
I grind my hips into hers. I thrust in and out, finding our rhythm.
“Yes! Yes! Just like that!” she cries out. “I’ve missed having you inside me.”
I try to keep from exploding because I want Veronica to reach her climax. It takes all I have within me to hold back, because she’s so beautiful and she feels so good and wet and tight that I just want to come into her so badly.
“I’ve missed being inside you,” I tell her.
Veronica squeezes her eyes shut and tenses up. I feel her walls pulse around me as she comes, right as she says, “I’m coming for you, Isaac. I’m coming.”
“I’m coming with you, Veronica. I’m shooting my load into your pussy right now.”
I can’t hold off any longer and intensely come inside her. I grunt as I finish and I pull out of her I watch the dollop of my cum fall out of her.
I love looking at my cream pie in her pussy. It’s one of the best parts of getting to have unprotected sex with her. Whoever says there aren’t many benefits to being married must not have thought about this— and everything else I get to share with Veronica. There’s nothing about being married to her that I don’t consider a benefit.
Exhausted, I lay on top of her, my hand petting her sweaty, sexy hair. Her breathing evens as she comes down from her orgasm.
We’re both slick with sweat and I feel Veronica laugh underneath me. I prop myself up on my elbows too see what all the guffaw is about. As I look at her, she covers her eyes with her hands and continues to chuckle.
“What is it?” I ask her.
She can’t seem to get herself together and tell me what’s so funny.
She just shakes her head and refuses to look at me. I bring myself up and I’m now on my knees.
I grab her hands and pin them above her head. She squeezes her eyes shut, keeping her secret joke for herself.
“Pretty please?”
I can’t help but beg her for the information. I want to know my wife’s every thought. I’ve just possessed her in the way that only I ever have, and I don’t want to not know something about her.
After a moment of silence, she opens one of her eyes and sees me staring at her. She finally looks at me with a big smile on her face.
“It was just… really good!”
She wrestles her hands out of my grasp and covers her face again, in embarrassment. But after a few seconds, she peeks between her fingers and is greeted by my smiling face.
“I’m laughing at myself because I was so nervous and embarrassed, even more so than the very first time, I think, and it was incredible. What was I so worried about?” she asks me.
“So, what you’re saying is I still got it?” I return her question with one of my own, and I’m pleased when I make her laugh even more than she just was. “Like just as good as the first time, when I popped your cherry and took your sweet virginity… I still got it?”
Veronica takes the pillow from the bed and throws it at my face. I dodge it and bring my face close to hers. The room fills with our laughter and I place a soft kiss on her nose.
“Yes, Isaac,” she answers me. “You still have it. And I think you always will. That’s why I married you, you know?”
“You still got it, too,” I tell her. “Just as beautiful as the day I met you. Maybe even somehow better.”
“Because I’m not auctioning myself off to the highest bidder?” she jokes.
But my compliment earns me a kiss and then she’s pushing me off her.
“That’s lovely and all, but we need to get home,” she says, thinking of our daughter, no doubt.
I sigh, but I know it’s true. And anyway, I miss being near Flannery.
We both get dressed and leave the hotel. On the drive home, Veronica does most of the talking. Sometimes, I love just listening to her voice. We arrive home and thank Veronica’s parents and Lily for watching Flannery.
“We’d do it anytime,” her mom says. I’m so glad she’s been cancer-free after the trial treatment healed her. “Our granddaughter is a treat to be around.”
“Maybe Isaac and I will plan more nights out.”
I can hear the suggestion in Veronica’s voice and I second her statement. We say our goodbyes and the three of them head out.
Veronica and I head up to Flannery’s bedroom to peek inside and we see her sound asleep in her crib. We go and stand at the edge and look down at our little girl. I gently run a finger down her soft cheek and Veronica pats her hair.
There’s something about having a baby that makes you want to be in constant contact with the tiny little creature. We sneak back out, being careful not to wake her and go to our room. We begin to undress for the night.
“Could you help me with this zipper?” Veronica asks me.
I nod and go over to her. She turns around and sweeps her hair out of the way. I slowly bring the zipper down, maybe a little seductively. I run my hand over her back and Veronica leans into it.
“You know we don’t need a fancy hotel to…” she begins to say.
“I know, but it was fun to go all out while we reconnected.”
For some reason, it would have felt weird to make love so close to little Flannery’s nursery, for the very first time since her birth. Now, though, it feels different. Like we’ve broken the ice, and are free to experiment again, whenever Flannery is sound asleep, of course.
Veronica turns around and puts a soft hand on my chest. I take it and bring her palm to my lips.
“It was amazing,” I tell her.
“It definitely was.”
She drops her hand and steps out of her dress. I go and take off my clothes, leaving only my boxers and a t-shirt. Veronica also puts on one of my shirts and we get into bed together. We curl up and face each other.
“I love you, Isaac. I love you so much. My husband.”
It’s just a whisper, but she says it with so much feeling. I thank the universe every day for putting Veronica in my path. She accepted me as I was and there is nothing more I could ask for. She was my fake fiancée when I needed her to be, and now she’s my real wife and mother of my child, because I need her to be.
She burrows into my chest and I can feel her breath against my shirt.
“I love you, too, my wife,” I tell her.
She lets out a soft so
und, but I can tell she’s falling asleep. I place a kiss on the top of her head. Soon her breathing is even and she’s fast asleep. Over the monitor I hear Flannery’s soft breathing and soon, I close my eyes and go to sleep, listening to the peaceful sounds of my two favorite ladies.
THE END.
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Knock Me Up, Boss: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Office Romance
Copyright 2017 by Juliana Conners; All Rights Reserved.
Chapter 1 – Garrett
Marks, Sanchez & Reed.
As I pull up to the law firm where it seems I’ll be spending the next however many years of my life, I squint at the name on the office building, still not sure how I feel about it. I try to imagine it saying Mark, Sanchez, Reed & Mack.
It’s the “& Mack” part that gives me pause, since I’m the Mack. One half of me feels proud at the potential thought of seeing my name alongside such legal giants at a big posh law firm such as this, while the other half of me wants to throw up for being such a sell out. I guess you could say I have fucking mixed feelings about the whole matter.
I take the elevator up to the fifteenth floor, where a receptionist greets me.
“Mr. Mack?” he asks, standing up and coming around to my side of his desk. “My name is Claude and I’ve been expecting you. It’s very nice to meet you.”
I shake his hand, but I’m thinking, this guy will have to go if I’m to work here.
I already have my own receptionist. And I prefer to have females work for me. When I get bored in between working on cases, it’s also nice to have a flirty conversation with a female assistant, or at least check out her ass as she walks out of my office to bring me another file. I’ve never really understood the point of hiring male assistants.
But then again, I’ve never understood a lot of things that normal law firms do. That’s probably why I’ve never worked at them.
