by ChaShiree M.
“Well...that happened.” I say breaking the tension.
“It most certainly did. And it will happen again over, and over again. As a matter of fact, it's about to happen right now.
He did not lie.
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My body has been used and abused in the most delicious of ways. I used muscles I didn’t know I had. Even now, I am still trying to catch my breath from the way Trim loved and fucked me. Laying on my side, I look at him as he looks at me. All the soreness, tenderness, and every twitch and movement are a reminder that I could take him inside of me again. Having him like this…...wait…. oh god.
“We didn’t use a condom, Trim. Oh crap. How could we have been so irresponsible?” He looks at me like I just flew over the cuckoo's nest.
“I’m sorry. Did I miss something? How exactly were we irresponsible?”
I stare at him for a good minute or two. I cannot figure out if he is being serious or pulling my leg. I mean, he can’t be serious with that question. Getting pregnant right now would be the worst.
“Well, me getting pregnant right now would not be ideal for the situation we are in.”
“Love, you think too much. What would be better than you pregnant with my baby by the time we walk down the aisle in a couple of weeks? It would be doubly great, because we would have our own little secret. I missed it the first time around, getting to see you ripe, swollen, and glowing carrying my seed inside of you. I won’t miss it ever again. As far as I am concerned the sooner the better.”
Well hell. How is a girl supposed to stick to her guns when he says shit like that? Considering my body is begging me to lay myself out on the bed and beg him to breed me. But…...
“Everything is too fast. There is still so much we haven’t talked about. So much I don’t know. Like what are you going to do now that you are no longer a soldier? Where do you plan on living? Are you suffering any residual effects from the service? I mean we are not the same people we were then.”
I know I am rambling, but I tend to do that when I am nervous. And being in front of him after all we have just done, I am still nervous.
“I know there are a lot of things to work through, but there is plenty of time for us figure everything out. The only thing you need to be sure of is that I love you, I love our son, and it will all be alright. Now scoot that ass back here and let me hold you while we sleep.”
Although I have so many questions and concerns going through my head, having him hold me is heaven. With my back to his front and his hands in between my legs, I fall asleep for the first time in five years, feeling safe, loved and not alone.
Chapter Seven
Trim
Waking up with Love draped across my chest is the best feeling in the world. Laying here and stroking her back as I wait on her to wake, I have a list a mile long of shit I need to get done today. At the top of my list is spending time with my son. No one could have prepared me for the overwhelming feelings of love, devotion, and protective instincts that happens instantaneously. Even though, you couldn’t prove it by my father. He was a poor excuse of a man, who never wanted to protect anyone but himself. Piece of shit. That won't be me. I want my son to know how much I love him. How I would die to make sure he never had a moment's pain in his life. Him and his mother are the very best parts of me. The parts that live and beat to see the smile on their faces and bring their every dream to life.
The first part starts today with the list of stuff I have to do. Besides visiting my shop, I need to go to the bank to secure my accounts and let them know I am back so I can change the passwords and add Love to all the accounts. As my wife to be, she will need to have access to all that I have. Afterwards, I need to make a stop at my accountants to get a rundown. I have a vague idea of how much I am worth, but let's be real…. a man needs to know he can take care of his woman and child. Hopefully soon it will be more than one child.
Children. Fuck.
The thought of her giving me more kids has my morning wood turning into more of an all day one. It is currently straining towards her as she lays across me. I was trying to give her time to sleep but thinking about the life we are going to have only makes me more anxious to make it happen right now.
Running my hands over her naked form, I nuzzle her neck inhaling her intoxicating scent. She smells deliciously like MINE right now. An enticing combination of our mixed desire and her own fragrance. Mmmmmm.
My hands reach around her stomach and for a second, I stop to rub the spot where my son grew, and my new child will lay nice and snug. Kissing the side of her head, I take a moment to once again give thanks for having the chance to hold her again.
My cock could care less about all the romantic shit. He is knocking against her ass right now and who the hell am I to ignore him? Continuing a path of invasion, with my fingers, I slip between her still sticky legs. Even in her sleep she opens for me. Having her supplicant for me, especially while she slumbers is no less heady than when she is awake and begging me to destroy her pussy.
My fingers slip onto her weeping pussy and the groan that leaves my mouth is no indication of the amount of need coursing through my body. My muscles are tense, my veins oozing fire, and all demanding I be inside her right this second staking my claim once again. My finger slides back and forth through her channel and playing with her engorged numb over, and over again. It's not until she begins to moan and keen as she tries to turn around, that I allow the beast inside to be unleashed.
“It’s about time you woke up baby. Are you too sore to take me again?” I ask, while sticking my fingers in my mouth and sucking off her yummy nectar.
“MMmm…. No. Please Trim. I am aching for you.”
“Please what baby? Tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside me. I know that it's crazy, because we spent so much time apart, but feeling you stretching and burning me up from the inside feels so…...everything.”
God, she begs so good.
“You will never have to ask me twice baby. Last night was for you. To remind you how much I love you. This morning is for me. Get on your hands and knees.”
With no hesitation whatsoever, she gets into the position I demand of her. Watching her stick her ass out as she looks over her shoulder at me is more than I can take. She looks like a fucking siren waiting for me to answer her call.
Using the vantage point to eye fuck her first, I notice the glistening paleness of her thighs. Licking my lips with the urge to go down on my knees behind her and bury my nose in her untouched blossom as my mouth drinks from her is undeniable. The paleness of her legs and ass against the pink of her pussy is mesmerizing. Her back is arched in anticipation, and a flush slowly spreads from the front to her back as she wiggles her ass at me.
“Oh baby. Is all that cream for me?” As much as she wants to forget, her body remembers. And I intend to remind her over and over. All…. morning...long!!
“Trim…...”
Fuck yea! My woman is calling for me.
The hunger inside me cannot decide between having dessert first or going for the main course. My dick makes the decision when it starts nosing around the entrance to nirvana.
“Hold on baby. This is going to be quick and hard.”
I don’t need to grab and guide him to our destination. He finds the way all on his own. The amount of honey she is dripping makes all questions forgotten. I grab her hips and slam my cock inside her pussy. It causes all vision and hearing to leave me for the first few seconds.
Motherfucker. Pussy so good it makes you go deaf and blind. What the fuck.
I know my hands are leaving bruises on her skin because they’re firmly planted on her hips, but fuck if I give a shit right now. Besides, what better way to stake my claim than to mark her any and everywhere my hands and teeth can reach. My usual care and thoughts for her comfort and adoration are abandoned as I rock in and out of her with a ferocity unlike, I have ever known.
In and out over, and over again. I can
hear the wet combination of her cream and my pre-cum. I run my nose up her neck, before letting my tongue follow the same trail. Electricity flows through me as I allow the sweet taste in my mouth flow through me. The taste of her in my mouth and her tight pussy squeezing the shit out of my cock is like no drug ever invented. I feel my vision turning hazy as my mouth, parched and in need of hydration, begs for me to fill it with her. Anything from her. My breathing is labored and heavy, but I need to be inside her like my next meal.
Grabbing her around the neck and pulling her flat against my front, she slips further down my shaft seating me deeper inside.
“Fuck. Love, your pussy is so fucking tight.”
“You’re just so big Trim. Oh god. Feels so good.”
“Your pussy fits me perfectly baby. You know why that is? Huh? Tell me. Tell me why your pussy was made for my cock baby.”
Somewhere between her moaning my name and the feeling of my very soul being pulled down to my toes and back up through my balls, I decide there is no time like the present to plant my son inside her once more.
“I’m waiting baby. Tell me why we feel so good together. Whose pussy is this Love?”
“Shit. Too deep Trim. Oh fu…. I feel you in my stomach…..uhhhhhhhh……”
“It’s not too deep. Not deep enough. Push that ass higher. Ooh yea. Just like that. Now turn around and kiss your man.”
She turns her head and with one hand holding her tit and the other around her neck I slide my tongue into her waiting mouth. Feeling her moan inside my mouth is addictive. Her little tongue plays around with mine over and over stroking the fire inside me. Egging me on to fuck her harder and deeper.
Perfect. Now, she’s making those hurt so good noises. On the next slam, I take my time and grind into her ass as my cock noses around for…. ah...there it is. The vortex space. Aiming for the place that will be getting a lot of my attention until she is bred, I pull almost all the way out and slam back in making sure to breach her cervix.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………”
Son of a bitch. The scream is music to my ears.
She drops her ass a bit trying to get my cock to move from that space. Though, it can’t hurt too bad since she is still impaling herself on me at the same time.
“Shit. Fuck. Love.”
“I’m cumming Trim. I’m. Cummmmmmmiiiinnggg……”
Her release sets off mine and not a minute too soon. Spent yet full of adrenaline I fall on top of her remembering at the last minute to roll over and pull her on top of me. I hear…...
Knock. Knock.
“Mom. Dad. You up?”
Fully expecting Love to jump up and lose it when she realizes TJ is awake and likely heard every sound, it surprises me when it doesn’t happen. When I lean over her, I figure out why. My baby is asleep. Sweeping her hair off her forehead, I kiss her head before standing to pull on my shorts and a T-shirt to make my son breakfast.
When I open the door, he is standing there every bit as anxious as I remember being at his age.
“Good morning little man. Hungry?” I direct him away from the bedroom. I don't want him waking up his mom. After five years of raising him by herself, she deserves to sleep in.
“Yea.”
“Excellent. What do you want to eat?”
“I don’t know. Mom usually makes pancakes on Sunday mornings.”
“Pancakes sounds good little man. I have a great recipe from your great aunt Lei. What do you say you sit and keep me company while I make breakfast?”
“OK dad.”
Shit. The word ‘Dad’ makes me choke, every time.
For the next 30 minutes, my son and I sit and talk like your average everyday father and son. I learned he is shy, doesn’t like oranges, loves snakes, and thinks girls are icky. He loves Marvel comics and superheroes, and when he grows up, he wants to be a firefighter. Reading is his least favorite thing to do, and he finds writing fun. His best friend is Quinn, and he loves being a boy scout. I commit every word to memory.
We have finished setting the places on the table and got all the food ready to serve when my Love walks down the stairs freshly showered, no makeup, and looking as I remember her our first time. Young, carefree, and glowing.
Damn. Food isn’t what my mouth is watering for now.
Chapter Eight
Love
Stretching my arms over my head, I feel a delicious ache in every part of my body. Last night was amazing and this morning wasn’t bad either. Smiling, I turn over only to find the man responsible for the pitiful state of my muscles is not beside me. Before my mind can begin to question whether it was all a dream or not, I take a deep breath before getting out of bed and immediately my stomach starts to growl thanks to the smell of food wafting upstairs. I know instantly Trim is downstairs making breakfast. If my memory serves, it smells like cinnamon, nutmeg, bananas, brandy, and yum…. syrup.
Giving thanks to the man above that today is Sunday, I run into the bathroom to take a quick shower. Walking past the mirror, I falter a bit when I notice the difference in my appearance from yesterday. My face is somehow, lighter and full of life in a way I haven’t seen it since the moment he left. Lips swollen and red, like a woman who has more than one run in with collagen. My stomach begins to quiver as I remember the way he was sucking them into his mouth as he slammed into me over and over.
My eyes roaming father down it doesn't surprise me that I didn't notice the love bites he was inducing all over my neck and chest. My hands fall farther down my body, gently falling over my nipples and the hiss that leaves my mouth is necessary. It’s not until I look that I notice how red and distended they are. What did you expect Love? Trim chewed on them like it was his own personal bowl of beef jerky.
There is not a single place on my body that is left untouched, and it makes me feel used and loved. Although being a maniac this morning, I couldn't help but find love in every one of his caresses, even when they were being administered with grunts and hard deep thrusting.
Walking my slick thighs closer to the shower, I turn on the water and stand in it for a second. As the water hits my face, I am suddenly hit with a wave of doubt.
As beautiful as last night and this morning was, what do I know about the boy from across the street, that changed my life and left without a word. I know what he said happened, and it is not that I don’t believe him, but those circumstances changed our lives, and we are not the same people. Picking up where we left off is not smart or responsible. Not to mention the fact that I let him take me over and over without protection.
Mmmmm…. Thinking of the way he took me soft and lovingly, and then hard and demanding is making my pussy wet all over again. The flashes in my mind of the past few hours make me moan to have him fill me up again.
Shit. My hand makes its way to my pussy, and at first touch, I gasp. It is swollen and tender, and I can imagine how red it must be. No matter. I feel the need to touch myself over, and over again at the memory. When he went down on me later in the night I had never felt so embarrassed. All was forgotten the minute his tongue swept my pussy from top to bottom. The feel of his mouth on my body was sinful. Any doubt, reservation…...all disappeared with the suction of his mouth loving me from down below.
Mmm…...working my fingers in and out of my pussy as the shower goes from hot to cold is thrilling, but nothing compares to his touch. The moment he moved up my body and shared my taste as he made love to my mouth was a moment I don't ever want to forget.
In a frenzy, my hands move up, down, back and forth against my clit as I remember the moment, he slammed into me the first time last night, and it takes me over. Breathing deeply to catch my breath I feel a flush begin in my pussy and fan out over the rest of my body because not once have I masturbated in all this time, and here I am a wanton hussy after having a night and a morning full of sex.
Oh boy. Get a grip Love.
Getting my wits about me I finish my shower, and since I have no plans right now, I
opt for a simple outfit. I grab a pair of yoga pants, a tank top, and some flip-flops. I comb my hair out, but since I am not going anywhere, I can let it air dry. After taking a deep breath and working my way through a few minutes of hesitation, I walk downstairs.
Nothing could have prepared me for the hit of emotions I felt walking down the hall and looking at the two of them setting the table, while talking as if they had not skipped five years. It's at this moment. I realize that I would endure the worst of conditions to be able to give TJ a semblance of normalcy. My sweet little boy has missed this part of life. If I am being honest with myself, so have I. Watching him in all his fatherly glory, makes my heart beat wildly. Standing next to our son, I take a close look at him.
He has always been a big guy even in high school. But now, I can see how much those five years and time in the military has changed everything about him including his physique. He stands at about 6’’ 200lbs. His hair is cut close to his head in typical military fashion. Arms strong and lean. One covered in tattoos I have yet to explore fully. Though his features have always been a bit on the darker side, standing next to our son in light of day like he doesn’t have a care in the world beside TJ. I can see the light within him that drew me to him when we were younger.
Once, when he had been away for about two years, I’d began to fear I would forget what he looked like. One evening as I was surfing the TV, I came across a show on CW called the Vampire Diaries. It was then I was able to put a permanent reminder in my mind’s eye. He is a cross between Ian Somerhalder and Chris Evans. And maybe throw in some dimples.
Staring at him is a mistake. My pussy is starting to drip for him again, and I cannot help but squirm as I try to squelch the need between my legs.
“You about done baby?”
Startled, I look at him as heat takes over my face. I drop my eyes down, feeling a bit sheepish at being caught ogling him. Not to be ignored, he stands in front of me and lifts my chin. As our eyes meet, I am lost in the beautiful blue depths of his passion. There out in the open and spelled in the surface of his gaze is the emotion and desire not to be ignored. The air feels as if it’s being sucked from my lungs as I gasp, taken aback by how much he is allowing me to see. I am dizzy with the realization that I won't be able to deny what is still between us. And more so by the fact that I don’t want to.
