by Bonni Sansom
He quickly toed off his boots, slipped out of his jeans and pulled his shirt over his head. "Yes Ma'am, I aim to please." He climbed in the bed with her, lying side by side. He bent his head down and captured one taut little berry in his mouth, while his fingers continued to caress her slick folds. "You like that, baby?"
"Yes, I love everything you do to me." He pressed his erection into her leg. She reached down and stroked his length, twisting her hand, rubbing his bulbous heart shaped head, then stroked again and again.
"You're gonna have to stop that. I don't want to come in your hand. I want to come inside you." She made one more sensual pass on him and stopped. She loved the feel of his velvety steel in her hand. She loved him better inside her, stretching her, filling her.
She burned from the inside out with need for him. She truly loved this man and wanted everything with him. She felt this to her very soul. He had changed her whole outlook on marriage and children in one little accident. She realized she loved him from the first night they were together, the night they conceived little Kyle. "Kyle, I love you."
He stopped licking her nipple and stared her into her eyes. "I love you too, Laine."
CHAPTER TWENTY
"I need to taste you, baby." Kyle situated himself between her creamy thighs, flattened his tongue and licked her from back to front, stopped above her clit and flicked it with the tip of his tongue.
Her thighs clamped around his head, quivering with every flick of his tongue. Her head thrashed from side to side on her pillow, she whimpered with every lick, burning inside, aching for more. She needed. She needed him. Her breaths were shallow pants and her breasts jiggled with each roll of her hips. She tipped her pelvis up, stabbed her fingers through his short black hair, seeking more, more of the pleasure, more of his love.
He swirled his finger in her juices, then lowered it to her tiny puckered hole. He pushed in a little, letting her adjust, stretching her. He hadn't taken her virgin hole yet, but wanted to have all of her. No other man would ever have her there. No man would ever touch her again. She was his completely, body and soul.
He pushed his finger in, eliciting a guttural moan from her. "Tell me you want me to take this sweet little ass of yours, baby." Damn, he wanted to hear those words. He needed to hear those words. His cock ached and wept pre-come with anticipation. He could swear he'd never been as hard as he was this very moment. He could almost feel the breach of her tiny hole stretching around him, gripping him tighter than he'd ever been gripped.
"Please take me. Take my ass." He stretched her, fucking her in and out with his finger. He swirled another finger in her juice getting more lube, and added it with the other. She moaned loud and low, moving her hips up, taking more.
He cursed under his breath. She was so beautiful he couldn't stand it. Her body responded to his every movement perfectly. He licked her clit while he got her ass ready for his size, bringing her close to an orgasm. Her whole body was tense and quivering, telling him she was close. "Come for me, baby." He licked her clit fast and hard with his tongue and she exploded, calling his name.
He lapped at her cream like a starving man, letting her sweet flavor dance on his tongue. He would never tire of her. He could never get enough of her. His love for Laine expanded in his chest, almost seizing his heart. He felt it all the way to his soul. She completed him.
His nostrils flared taking in her musky aroma. Everything about her enticed him, pulled him in further. He could barely wait to take her completely.
A fine sheen of sweat covered their bodies. He burned from his head to his toes with need for her. He scissored his fingers inside her, stretching her further. In and out he moved his fingers adding another and another until she was ready. He came up on his knees between her legs, spread them wide, fitted himself to her little hole and pushed in slowly. She bit her bottom lip and balled her fists in the sheets.
"Ah ... ah ... ohmigod, ohmigod, Kyle, please I need." She thrashed her head wildly.
"What do you need? Tell me," he said through clenched teeth. She was so damn tight she was clenching him like a vise grip.
"I need you to ... move." She had a white knuckle grip on the bed sheets, her eyes were closed and her mouth was open on a perfect little O.
He pushed in further until he felt the little pop, and slid in to the hilt. "Oh yeah, babe."
"Mmm, that's better." Her grip on the sheets eased and her eyes opened looking into his eyes.
He slid in and out in long slow strokes, taking it easy on her delicate tissue. She tilted her pelvis up meeting him stroke for stroke. He held her knees and picked up the pace, the only sounds in the room were flesh slapping flesh and the moans and pants of breath. He dropped down, holding himself above her with his arms and slid into her. He felt his balls slapping her ass, bringing him close to his release. "Dammit, baby, I won't last much longer."
He watched her breasts bounce up and down with each thrust, tempting him to take one into his mouth. As he laved her nipple with loving attention, he snaked a hand between them, found her clit, and rubbed in small circles, bringing her to another orgasm.
Her legs locked around his waist, her heels dug into his ass as he rode her. "Oh, Kyle," she said, as he felt her orgasm crash over her.
She clenched him tight. He pumped a final time and felt his balls draw up. A tingle ran up his spine and he followed right behind her, growling out his release as his seed spurt inside her.
"Woman, you're gonna be the death of me." He pulled out and collapsed on his side, breathing heavily.
"Yeah, I could say the same about you." She rubbed the arm he had slung over her. She turned on her side facing him and kissed him, her tongue danced sensually with his in a toe-curling-mind-melting-make-you-come-all-over-again kiss.
He broke the kiss. "We need to get cleaned up. I'll draw you a bath and wash you, then I'll give you your surprise."
She scoffed, "I'm perfectly capable of washing myself."
"You would deny me the pleasure of washing you?" He made a mock frown.
She smiled. "Of course not, bathe away. Just remember I like to be pampered, so if you start something, I'm going to need it for life."
He loved the sound of that. Life was exactly what he had in mind. For once, he felt sure that when he asked her to marry him, she would say yes. He sighed, one less thing to be worried about. "You got it, babe. I'll pamper you and the baby."
He was reluctant to leave her, but he got up and headed for the bathroom. He cleaned himself up, ran a bath and went back to collect her.
She had already fallen asleep, but she needed to be cleaned, so he picked her up and carried her to the tub. He slid her in the warm water and joined her, propping her up against him.
"Mmm, now this, I could get used to." She snuggled into him with the warm water lapping delectably at her flesh.
"I hope so, because I plan to be here to do this as often as you like." He poured floral scented body wash on the washcloth and gently scrubbed her chest while kissing her on her shoulder.
She turned to look at him. "Do you really mean that, Kyle? Are you really going to be here for the long haul?"
Without missing a beat, he said, "You bet your sweet ass I will." He kissed her, just a loving little promise of a kiss. It was a sweet guarantee of their new life together. "Let's get you cleaned up. I have something to show you." He waggled his brows with a smile on his face.
"I love surprises. I can't wait. Let me have the washcloth." She reached for it and he held it away.
"I said I was going to give you a bath, now don't deny me my fun." He tapped her on the end of her nose, leaving behind a dollop of bubbles.
She swiped it off and rolled her eyes. "Have your fun." She lay against him, letting him bathe her.
"I could get used to this. I love touching your body, especially here." He gently rubbed the cloth across her labia, grazing her clit.
She gasped and arched into him.
"Uh uh, we need to get out of here
before we end up having sex again. Besides, my fingers are getting all pruney."
He washed her body with love and care, saying with actions, what he felt in his heart.
"Did you tell Jeff we were back together?"
His hand paused. He wasn't expecting that question, but he would be honest. "Yes, I did, and I think he finally gets it. He finally understands you're the one for me."
"I find that hard to believe. I mean, he was so adamant that I stay away from you, that I was just trying to trap you. You know I didn't do that right?"
"Of course, I know that. I was there, I chose to use the glow-in-the-dark condom and I don't regret it one bit. I love that you're having my son." He rubbed her belly for emphasis.
She covered his hands with hers and relaxed against him. "I love that I'm having your son too."
"Jeff asked me to tell you he was sorry. I told him I forgive him, but I didn't know if you would."
"I do forgive him. He was trying to protect you. I get it. I hated him at the time, but he was looking out for you. I would have done the same if I were in his shoes. I would protect you with my life." She reached down and pulled the plug from the drain. "Now, I don't want to talk about Jeff anymore. I want to get dressed and see my surprise." She leaned forward, letting him up, and then he helped her up.
"I have a feeling you're going to love it." He grabbed a fluffy towel and dried her off, then himself, and headed for the bedroom to dress. She pulled her gown back on and he slipped his pants on, leaving the top button undone. He patted his pocket, made sure the key was still there and headed for the door.
"Just tell me what it is." She grumbled as they walked down the long hall.
He turned to her. "No way, I want to see the look on your face when you see it." They reached the foyer, he opened the door and there in the driveway sat a champagne colored Minivan. He watched as her eyes went wide. "What do you think? I traded the truck in for this. It's nice, huh?" He led her out the door, down the sidewalk and up to the Minivan. He pulled out the key and handed it to her. He noticed she hadn't said a word yet. "Well? Do you like it?"
She gave him a sheepish smile. "It's great, really."
"You don't like it? I thought it would be perfect for little Kyle and maybe his little sister."
"You want to have another one right after Kyle?"
He picked her up and spun her around. "I love you. I want to marry you and have as many babies as you want."
"Did you just propose?" she asked as he set her down.
He dug in his pocket and pulled out an old silver band with a solitary half karat diamond set in the center of a cluster of smaller diamonds, took her hand in his and got down on one knee. "Laine Elizabeth Stanton-Peyton, will you marry me?"
Without hesitation, she said, "Yes, I'll marry you, but Kyle, I hate Minivans."
He chuckled. "I told Jeff you were no Minivan." He slipped the ring on her finger and kissed her.
