When Worlds Collide

by Jordan Silver

  I brought her off four times before my balls tightened and my seed burst forth into her womb. Hopefully to do some good.

  I spent the night inside her, taking her in every position imaginable until we were both too spent to move. Dragging her into my arms in the early morning hours, I threw a leg over both of hers and with her back at my chest dropped into slumber.

  17

  In the morning I woke to find her lying on my chest with her hands under her chin, staring at me. The sun shone through the curtains and splashed across her face. She looked so young in that moment. So innocent and beguiling.

  I ran my fingers through her short curls before pulling her up my chest to reach her mouth. Her lips were no longer swollen from the night before, but soft, pliant and sweet.

  She teased me with her tongue and her infectious laugh rang out before she pounced. She sat up, straddling my hips where my morning wood poked into her ass and did a little wiggle.

  “Umm, what have we here?” She reached behind her and took my cock in hand, stroking the hardness to its full length. “Don’t baby, I’ll hurt you.”

  “But it hurts so good.” What a siren. She whispered the words seductively in my ear before taking a nip. Before I could stop her, she lifted and sat herself on my cock, taking me all the way in until her ass met my thighs.

  “I told you-you little fool.” I grabbed her hips to lift her off when tears filled her eyes but she shook her head and with her lip caught between her teeth in concentration, started to move on my cock.

  I wanted to stop her, I was supposed to be taking care of her. But the lure of her pink nipples proved too much and instead of calling a halt, I lifted my head and sucked her tit into my mouth.

  She moved faster, harder as soft cries left her lips. Her hands wrapped around my head as she held me closer and fucked herself on my cock, ignoring the pain I was sure I was causing her.

  I wanted to finish in her quick so she didn’t hurt herself, so I took the reins. I lifted her off my cock and threw her to her knees before driving my cock back into her. This had fast become my favorite way to take her.

  She came on the first stroke and tore at the sheets while I slammed my hard cock into her, butting against her cervix until it opened to accept my seed. “I’m cumming, fuck.” Will I always feel like I’m dying when I empty my seed inside her? The most pleasurable death.

  I came hard, riding out my release as she shook and moaned beneath me. When my head cleared I was crushing her beneath me and we were both fighting for our next breath.

  She’d foregone a honeymoon because she claimed there was too much to do. What she meant was she couldn’t drag herself away from the papers in the vault. I was fine with whatever made her happy and she was very happy with her new pastime.

  In the following days I watched her blossom. She was free to roam her new home to her heart’s content now without fear of being reprimanded. I only had to remind her once that it was her home and she didn’t need my permission to go wherever she chose.

  She always had stories of some new wonder she’d found, things I hadn’t seen in years if ever. I started to see my home through new eyes and grew to appreciate it more. I implored her to make it her home, change whatever pleased her, and soon it had become our own little haven.

  We spent every free moment in our bed in the suite I’d had redone to please her. It was redone in a seventeenth century style with antiques that had been hidden away in the attic for years. I knew she would like that and she did.

  I instructed the new gardener to pick a fresh bouquet of roses from the gardens every morning for her bedside table, and make sure every room had at least one vase overflowing with her favorite blooms.

  When we weren’t wrapped up in each other we could be found down by the lake frolicking like two wayward kids. Her laughter had become as dear to me as my own breath. Each day I did what was needed to make sure nothing and no one touched her, and so far we were safe.

  Helen had married a month after us in some secret ceremony to her college sweetheart, surprise-surprise. At least she was one last worry for me. Lucia meanwhile enraptured my heart more and more as the days go by.

  She was like a child, free from all care. I hadn’t seen any evidence of her being after my wealth as my mother had once intimated. Far from it, she sought only my happiness. And that as always, was with her. When she wasn’t being a pain in the ass that is.

  I threatened to get rid of the birds if she didn’t stop trying to catch them, seriously worried that they’d hurt her. She had no idea how fractious swans can be, nasty little shits. But she just laughed it off and carried on.

  Then we found out she was carrying my child and I curtailed all her activity until she threatened to brain me with something. Wild as always, she did as she pleased, and it was left to me to keep a watchful eye on her.

  18

  “And what is it that you think you’re doing Lucia?” I gritted my teeth so that I didn’t scare her with my anger. I’d gone in search of her only to find her in the library, ten feet off the ground on a damn ladder.

  She turned and looked down at me with a smile, and I was reminded of that day long ago when I’d found her much the same way. “Oh you’re back.”

  “Be careful you little fool.” I moved quickly across the room to hold the ladder steady and help her down. “I should turn you over my knee, what the hell were you thinking?” I could barely get my hands around her these days she was so big.

  She looked down at her protruding tummy now and rubbed it lovingly and I felt like a fool for thinking she’d risk our child. But dammit, she takes too many risks. Two days ago I caught her running after the damn peacocks like the little hoyden she is.

  “I was perfectly safe Ethan, calm down.”

  “I’ll calm down after I lock you in our room and throw away the damn key.” I took her hand and pulled her along behind me out of the room.

  “Where are we going?” I’d been away from her for a day seeing to my duties to the marines. My cock had been hard ever since I started up the driveway. As much I loved making love to her before, nothing compares to the feeling I get when she’s riding my cock with her engorged tits and the swell of my child in her womb moving over me.

  I slammed the door to our room behind me and started pulling at her clothes. She caught on quick enough and once she realized I didn’t mean to make good on my threat and lock her in, she too began pulling at my clothes.

  I put her on her back on the bed and buried my head between her thighs, sinking my tongue into her pussy. Only then did I breathe easy. I’ve never been any good at going without her.

  I rested my hand on the hard mound of her tummy as I ate at her pussy until I had my fill of her sweet cream. “Now Ethan, now.” She tugged at my hair and thrust her pussy harder against my mouth.

  I was in the mood to tease, plus I needed to punish her for taking such a risk by climbing that damn ladder. Since I couldn’t take her over my knees as I threatened, this was the next best thing.

  I ate her out until she cried with need, and even then I didn’t give her what she begged for. Instead I pulled my tongue from her heat and replaced them with my fingers.

  “Say sorry you little heathen.” I drove my fingers into her heat over and over and she begged me to fuck her, but still refused to apologize.

  “Say it damn you or I won’t give you my cock.”

  “But Ethan I missed you.” I could never resist that damn whine of hers but I did my best this time. I nipped her inner thigh and kept up my assault on her pussy with my fingers until she screamed out her apology.

  “Fine-fine-fine, I’m sorry damn you.” I drove my cock into her hard, ever mindful of the child in her womb. “I ever catch you climbing shit again I’ll find a way to punish you.” I stroked into her hard with each word.

  “I know, I’ll lock you out of the vault, no more historical papers for you.” I had her there. I knew she wouldn’t risk that.

  “That’s
not fair, you don’t even know what I was doing.” She strained to get more of my cock inside her while I teased her by holding back.

  “I don’t care what the hell you were doing, it’s dangerous Lucia.” I covered her stubborn mouth before she argued me to death and slid deeper inside. We were both soon lost in our passions, our mouths locked together in hunger.

  I pressed down on her clit as I fucked gently into her, all the love I felt welling up in me with each stroke. She came shaking and clutching at me, her breath choppy and the child moving in her womb because his father disturbed his rest.

  I eased out of her and laid on my back, pulling her over my thighs and helping her to sit on my cock. She sat fully until she’d taken all of me. Her eyes shone with mischief as she pinched my nipple. “Ouch.” I slapped her ass playfully before grabbing it between my hands.

  “There’s my beautiful girl. Now ride me you hellion.” I massaged her swollen belly as she moved up and down on my cock, taking me deeper each time she slammed her body down on mine. She cried out when I went too deep and I eased her off.

  “Easy, easy.” I held her hips between my hands and guided her movements. “So greedy, so headstrong.” I flicked her nipple with my nail before taking it between my fingers and squeezing as her pussy clenched and released around my cock.

  “Take more.” She leaned over as far as she could with her tummy in the way, and with her hands planted on my chest, used her ass to fuck herself down harder on my cock. I reared up until I reached her tits and sucked one into my mouth.

  She screeched and shook as her pussy tried to suck the cream from my balls. “Not so fast.” I had to slow her down again but she was too far gone to heed me. She was wild in her need, her teeth biting into my chest as I too sucked on the soft flesh of her neck.

  “I was only gone for one day baby, what’s this?” I know her very well, know her moods and her every want and need. “I missed you.” She kissed my face lovingly and I held her as close as I could with her tummy in the way.

  “I know baby. I missed you too.”

  I’d already assured that I wouldn’t leave her again until after our child was born. I knew she was afraid of giving birth, who wouldn’t be? From the shit I’ve read it’s a harrowing business. I couldn’t do it, that’s for damn sure.

  Sometimes at night, I watch her while she sleeps with a lump in my throat and a belly full of anxiety. My friends laugh and tell me that women have been giving birth since the dawn of time, but I don’t find much comfort in that shit. She’s my wife.

  I took her face between my hands and covered her mouth with mine. My hips moved, thrusting up into her softness and her pussy clung to my cock as she came. I wasn’t far behind her, emptying my seed into her while our lips mated.

  That night she went into labor. I should’ve known some shit was up with her. After I’d had her twice we both fell asleep. I woke an hour later to find her gone from my bed and went in search of her.

  She was in the conservatory repotting plants and making a mess. As soon as she saw me she went into a list of complaints of everything that went wrong since I was gone. According to her, in the last twenty-four hours everything that could go wrong had.

  I listened with a secret smile hidden behind my hand as she lit into me. Her nervousness was obvious but I didn’t catch on soon enough. She wouldn’t sit still for the rest of the evening, not even at dinner which we shared with her parents.

  Nothing she ate was to her liking so it was left to me to go hunt down her list of wants, which she didn’t touch once I returned because she decided she didn’t want any of the shit she’d just told me half an hour ago she couldn’t live without.

  It was only once we went to bed that night and I held her in my arms with the baby kicking up a storm that I caught on. We’d barely fallen asleep when she woke me with her screams.

  What followed can only be described as total bedlam. She was suddenly calm as a cucumber while I lost my shit. I am enough of a soldier that I handled things with precision, but my mind was on remote control.

  I did my best to keep my own fear at bay so that I didn’t scare her, but fuck was that shit frightening. I did everything the books said I should as an impending father, at least I tried to. But her screams of pain sent me to the brink of madness.

  I barked out orders at the doctor and nurses, threatened to take over the delivery myself and was a damn nuisance. In the end all was well and my sons came into the world full of health and their mother’s lungs. Lord help me.

  Epilogue

  “What are you doing here?” I hadn’t seen her since the day she’d left my study more than a year ago. She’d refused to see me the two times I tried to visit her before giving up.

  “Your wife invited me.” Say what now? I didn’t even know those two were talking.

  I watched her tickle my elder son’s drooling chin while his brother slept in his bassinet nearby and wondered if I was somehow having an out of body experience.

  “You know, she’s a very smart young lady, and very persistent. She’s a true Sullivan if I ever saw one. And look at these wonderful gifts she’s given us.”

  I would’ve asked if she was sick but I knew better because even though she’d shut me out, I still kept track of what was going on with her. I know that at her last checkup she’d been given a clean bill of health, only slight stress and a little light exercise needed.

  “You don’t say.” Just then my Lucia came into the room with a tea tray. She looked positively radiant and I moved to take the heavy tray from her as she was already pregnant again with my daughter.

  She claims I have no way of knowing what we were having but I had dreamt of Bridget three nights running and saw that as an omen. “Here baby, let me do that.” She blushed when I kissed her hello after placing the tray on the coffee table.

  I saw mom watching us out the corner of my eye and the look on her face made me relax. Junior chortled making everyone in the room laugh and of course he stole all the attention as usual. His brother must’ve heard him because he started to stir.

  I don’t think I’d ever seen mom so soft and at ease before, so relaxed. The two women spoke easily with each other and I got the feeling I was missing something. “Will you stay and have dinner with us?” My wife made the offer and I was surprised when mom accepted. I wonder if she knew that my in laws were going to be joining us?

  Last time we spoke she didn’t have very nice things to say about them, and I couldn’t perceive that she’d have changed that much. But I was wrong, because she was most courteous and on her best behavior.

  That night I finally pinned my wife down, literally. I had her on her back and had just given her my mouth. She was panting in heat and need, her eyes glazed over. I held my cock just at the entrance to her waiting pussy, teasing her.

  “Ethan…”

  “How long have you been talking to my mother?”

  “You want to talk about that now?” She tried grabbing my cock but her tummy was in the way.

  “Yes, tell me.” I took her lips to stop her arguing with me.

  “Since the twins were born. I sent her a letter. She didn’t answer at first, but then she called, she wanted to see the babies. Now would you stop playing?” The little hellcat swatted at me.

  She opened her legs wider and I couldn’t help driving into her. I’d think about her trickery later, right now I couldn’t resist the lure of her pink pussy. I gave her my cock as gently as possible so that I didn’t hurt my kid.

  She as usual was hot and wild and wanted more.

  Her nails in my sides urged me on and I lifted her legs higher on my hips. “Is that enough for you greedy?” Her laughter still makes my heart happy. And her smile still makes me feel ten feet tall.

  After she’d drained my balls and fallen asleep, I made my rounds. Every night as soon as the house is quiet, I like to sneak into the nursery and just watch my sons. There’s so much of her, so much of both us in these two little beings that
I still find it miraculous.

  I ran my hand over their little heads as they slept together in their crib. They refuse to be separated and already at three months old they have such personalities. Their mother’s personality. The thought made me smile.

  After all the death I’ve seen on the battlefield all the hardships we faced in the beginning, I still find it amazing that my life can now be so full. She makes it full, she’s the light in the darkness, my Lucia.

  THE END