She giggled, thinking of his big hands pawing through her drawers at his mothers. As Daphne padded across the travertine marble tile to the long counter with double-bowl sinks, trembling with anticipation.
Glancing in the big mirror, she saw admired her reflection. Why, in the nightie and slippers he’s chosen, I can positively pass for Rodric’s wife! The realization made her so excited, her nipples actually stood on end!
She pulled the skirt of the nightie out to see what her pregnant belly would look like in that mirror. Her breasts were already swollen with lust, the good kind of engorgement, thankfully, and the swelling in her face had gone down, now.
Peering more closely, she was pleased that whites of her eyes were almost white again!
She brushed her teeth, considering Desmond and Tallulah. It was difficult to think they’d actually done her a favor, furry demons that they were. But if it weren’t for them, she might not be enjoying her first night in “their” new bedroom, hers and Rodric’s!
The big, elegant, permanent-looking bed they’d selected was complete heaven. She glanced at it, so puffy and lovely and welcoming and us! Dashing across the deep piled cream wool carpet, she flicked her slippers off and slipped between the 600 thread count sheets she’d chosen just two days before.
Nestling under the satin comforter cover, she cozied up to a pillow. It wasn’t even dark yet; the sun’s last rays glowed through the panorama of windows, slanting across the carpet to the pale comforter, basking everything in such a lovely rosy evening glow. Very shy but gloriously excited, she closed her eyes as Rodric passed through the room.
Whistling softly, he moved through the closet and into the master bedroom. She heard water running. When he came out a few minutes later, she cracked an eye just to peek. He was wearing a silk dressing gown and boxers!
The bedding rustled as he lowered his bulk to the other side of the bed. When he turned toward her, getting comfortable, she cozied up to his big chest, so broad, with just the right amount of curly hair.
Wrapping an arm around her, he kissed her cheek. “You aren’t asleep?”
“Not yet.” Eyes closed, she lifted her face, so he knew he could kiss her.
And kiss her her did. It was a long, sweet, breathtaking kiss. “Our first in our new bed,” he breathed, his voice deep and so tender. He pressed his hand to her ribs. “I want you here with me every night, Daphne.”
“Oh, Rodric,” she purred. “Can you really mean that?”
He reached a long arm to his big new nightstand, its edge a decorative whirl of pecan rope. “My mother had a reason for coming down, besides the pugs. I called Hank, spoke to Daisy last night.”
Daphne’s eyes burst wide open. She sat up, clutching the satin comforter to her bosom.“You spoke to my sister?” But Rodric was already on one knee, right in front of her in those perfect, silky boxers.
He has such nice legs, too!
“Daphne Antelerone, I love you. I feel more for passion and desire and respect and admiration for you than I could ever imagine feeling for anyone. Please be my wife, Daphne. I know you can make me the happiest man in Texas. Please, will you marry me?”
Something in his large hand flashed.
“Wherever did you get that?” she asked, almost shocked beyond words.
His eyes crinkled at her surprise. “My mother had it made for you, from one of hers. She wanted you to have it as a welcome to the family. We’ll go pick yours out together this week, if you say yes.”
Tears streamed down Daphne’s face. In another moment, she’d have to blow her nose. “Esther really wants me for a daughter-in-law?” she managed to choke, looking up into Rodric’s eyes. They were the kindest, most trustworthy eyes in the world, Daphne was sure of it.
“Of course she does, Daphne. Will you have me?”
Dropping the comforter from her chest, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him. “Oh Rodric! You and our babies, too? Of course I will! I’ve been in love with you for weeks. I was so worried… Oh, it doesn’t matter what I was worried about, now!”
He took her mouth, and she kissed him back with a big, generous kiss, giving it everything she had. Slipping her left arm from his neck, he slipped the ring on her left finger and slipped his tongue into her mouth.
Very busy enjoying the kiss, Daphne still managed to note that the ring fit perfectly. The row of delicious, very high quality stones had to be a carat and a half, at least. This is just the mother ring! And now I get to plan the splashy big wedding with Esther!
Diamonds flashed as she clutched Rodric’s shoulders. Throwing herself back on the pillows, she pulled him on top of her in the middle of that very big, very cosy bed, loving him as he began to run his hands over her, all over everywhere. After just a few moments of that touching, she was ready to tear her nightie off and show him how very much she loved and wanted him.
But he’d disappeared!
Moving beneath the covers, he began to surprise her with some very creative moves . . Rodric’s moves were reminiscent of Pumpjack’s, if she wasn’t mistaken!
Whoops! Her hands slapped the mattress, and she grabbed at the sheets. No! Rodric’s moves are even better than Pumpjack’s!
Writhing with desire, about to moan out loud, Daphne grabbed Rodric’s wrist. She pulled, and his face emerged from between the sheets. Eyes crinkling, his smile was wide, the widest, most pleased smile she had ever seen. “What is it, my sweet ?” he asked, licking her off of his lips.
She squirmed.
So he kissed her neck, working his way down to her breasts, which were giant and so perky, they filled even his massive hands. He dropped his face, nuzzling. As his lips teased her nipples, it took everything she had not to squeal, but even so, a noise escaped her mouth.
“Rodric!”
He looked up, still very pleased with himself. “What is it, dearest?”
She blushed. By herself, she usually made all kinds of out-loud noises, but noises were something she’d never done with a man!
Never. No man had ever given her a reason.
She nodded, fluttering her eyelashes. “Could we… just. . ?”
He lifted an eyebrow. “. . Just?”
She bit her lower lip, curling her wrist so her hand opened. “Just. .”
“Daphne, is there something you need to tell me?” He looked so amused that her face burned even brighter.
“You think of me as a lady,” she whispered. “I don’t. .”
He was still smiling.
Beginning to understand, he dropped his head to the pillow next to her. Wrapping an arm around her ribs, careful to avoid her breasts, he said gently. “It’s alright, darling. I love you, and I love having you here with me. We can wait until we’re married, if that’s what you want.”
Daphne sighed. Then she wriggled closer, so her butt fit to his groin, and his erection poked her just perfectly. She loved the comfort of his broad chest behind her, the way his long, strong legs and arms were tangled with hers, the weight of him around her, so close.
She stroked his arms with her fingertips, loving how his skin felt. Turning to him, she ran her fingers over his torso, then moved lower, loving the way soft flesh melted over his muscled abdomen.
As she stroked around his belly button. something sprung up, bursting through the slit in the boxers. Her hand dropped against it and . . Oh!
She touched him again.
He sprung up to her fingers again. He’s enormous!
“Darling . . ” he murmured.
She touched him again.
“Daphne…” A low groan escaped Rodric’s mouth. He caught her wrist and pinned it to the pillow, growling,“If we’re not gonna consummate here tonight darlin’, or even get creative, which we sure could do, I have to ask you…” But I want to consummate!
Unable to help herself, she popped her face up, pressing her lips for a kiss.
Groaning in frustration, he rolled on top of her, kissing her so p
assionately that the burn started again. She was melting, and it was so hot and wet between her legs. . the enormity of him was right there. She wanted to touch it again, to find out what she was in for. She really, really did not want to wait. Not in the least. He would be her husband, after all. And there was such a big wedding to plan. It would take her a week at least, just to decide on flowers.
She was ready now, so very, very willing.
She took a deep breath. “Rodric?”
He growled into her ear. “Honey, I sure don’t want you to feel pressured, but I’d like it if you felt comfortable enough to at least let me try to make you feel good. Please, darlin’ will you think about it?”
“Rodric?”
Up on one elbow, now, running his hands over her nightie, he said, “Daphne, darling, let me do something to satisfy you. Please? I’d sure like to celebrate our engagement, honey. What can I do for you?”
She looked up into his eyes, which were flashes of light in the almost dark room. She swallowed. Not flinching, she said, “I want you to make a baby inside of me, Rodric. As soon as we can. Tonight, even. I don’t want to wait.”
His face burst with happiness and he cuddled her in his arms, breathing, “Oh, Daphne, I love you so much. You have no idea how lucky I feel to finally be close with you, to know that we’ll be married soon.”
Kissing her passionately, he worked his way back down to her breasts.
“Rodric?” she whispered. “Rodric?”
He took a deep breath, and his face came back up to hers. Shadowy in the dark, his expression was pleasant, his voice still patient, thankfully. “Yes, Daphne? What is it, dearest?”
.“I-I want to do this, right now, I’m sure of it, it’s just… ” Barely whispering, she squeaked, “You’ve mentioned how much you appreciate me as a lady. I’m not sure I always want to be a lady, though. You-you already make me want to moan out loud. I might… What if I scream?”
His face burst into a smile. “Honey, the time to be a lady is in public. Here in the bedroom, I want to hear you to scream. Scream loud, darlin’, scream like a hellcat, especially when I do something you like. This apartment is soundproofed; there’s six inches of concrete and steel under us, and ten thousand gallons of pool water over top, so you can scream all you want. Please, darlin’ scream for me. I can’t wait to hear you scream.”
“And-and you’ll moan for me?”
His smile widened, and he wiggled his eyebrows. “You bet I will. It’s gettin’ dark, now. You want a light on?”
She smiled, blushing. “Not tonight. If I’m gonna scream like a hellcat for you, I better start off tryin’ it out in the dark.”
“Now, that’s what I like to hear.”
******
Rodric made Daphne scream twice, nice and loud, right away. Her hips twitched too, writhing as he held her teacup buttocks in his palms, his lips and mouth working to make sure she enjoyed her last tremors. When she melted in his arms, he rested his head on the smooth skin of her tummy, enjoying her breathlessness as she teased her fingers through his hair.
Then, he moved up to kiss her. Purring with contentment, she reached for him. Clutching her to his chest, he pulled his hips away to growl in her ear. “That’s your main course, darlin’, and I only just enjoyed a very fine appetizer. Thank you for that. We’ve got time for a little salad and intermezzo, now, Mizz Cristal.”
Daphne was up on her elbows in a second, eyes growing wide. Mortified, she demanded, “How do you know about Mizz Cristal?”
He still had her pinned beneath his chest, thankfully. With a low chuckle, he reached a hand down, stroking where he’d just been. At his touch, she couldn’t help but relax in his arms, moaning a little. “I’m the only one who knows the real Mizz Cristal,” he murmured, right in her ear. “In fact, she’s gonna be my wife.”
“Rodric!” she exclaimed, tensing again. He almost choked, trying to keep from laughing, as he slid a knee between her legs and stroked some more.
“Sh-hhh, darlin.”
“M-mmmm,” she purred, turning all liquid again.
“Mizz Cristal, meet Pumpjack 70. You left your profile up on the screen in my study, and I introduced myself to you that first night. I had to be certain no one but me got to to enjoy any of Mizz Cristal’s particular pleasures.”
She must have heard the question in his voice, because she wrapped her hands on his cheeks and pulled him back to her lips for a long, sweet kiss. “No one else did,” she whispered.“Pumpjack gave Mizz Cristal everything this girl could dream of. And ooo, am I sure glad Pumpjack is you!” Starting to purr again, she put her hand over his, and he adjusting his timing.
Glowing from all the attention he’d lavished on her, so confident now that she knew he liked her noises, her hips began to roll. Licking her lips, she teased, “Prove to me that your Pumpjack, Roddy. ”
His lips were very close to her ear, so close that he licked it. Nipping an earlobe, he growled, “I know what makes you wild, Mizz Cristal. You love my big hands. Are you ready to scream real loud for ole’ Pumpjack?”
“Maybe,” she pouted. “If you do it right.”
“Oh,” he laughed, “Don’t you worry. I’ll do it right.” Sliding his left thumb to her lips, he circled, stroking over her plush fullness. She opened her mouth, and her tongue found his nail bed. As she began to suck, he whispered, “Thumb.”
He made his way down to her breasts, grazing her nipples with his teeth, pressing his face to her lush fullness, suckling and teasing and flicking his tongue. She gasped. His right hand still touched her, stroking and sliding. “Index finger.”
She squirmed as he explored her depths. “Middle finger.” Her hips flailed as he added the next, and she moaned with him.“Ring finger.” Then he said, “Pinkie,” placing it where he knew Mizz Cristal wanted it the most. And she really liked it, screaming so loud as she pulsed and shuddered that he was glad for the six inches of concrete underneath them. He smiled so wide his face could break, but he’d promised he’d moan too, so he did, moaning his pleasure as he watched her thrash and writhe, moaning how beautiful she was, how perfect and pure, and how much he loved her, now more than ever.
It wasn’t too much later that his little blonde hellcat had recovered enough begin to fondle him, stroking all that he had to give. His member throbbed, longer and fuller and more potent each second as her fingers brushed over it. “Roddy, I want you,” she begged, arching with desire so her her temptress globes brushed his face.
Locking his lips around a nipple, he murmured, “Is it time for the main course?”
“Oh, yes,” she pleaded, guiding him closer. Thrilled that she was ready to take him, readying himself for the moment that would pledge them for eternity, Rodric slid his hips between her thighs.
Being so close with Daphne felt more right than he ever could have imagined. He was in heaven, but before he complete the mission he’d set for himself so long ago, he needed to be certain about. . about everything. Ready to prove his devotion, needing to be certain of hers, he searched her eyes. “Darling, you know how I love you.”
Her blue eyes gazed at him, so trusting, adoring even, as her hips moved beneath. “Rodric, you are… I-I always wanted a husband, but I’ve never imagined a man making me feel this way, so safe and desired. And the way I feel about you. . You’ve come to mean everything to me! I’ve so wanted you for my husband, and now…Oh, please be my everything, Rodric! Please, do you understand?”
As she expressed her need for him, his heart soared. “I’ll be here for you forever, Daphne. I’ll always be here, loving you.”
She smiled. He claimed her mouth, pulsing ever so gently at her opening. Parting for him, she cried, “There is just so much of you, and I want it all Rodric, oh, so badly. I want it all, again and again!”
Housewarming Par None
Rodric’s parents were simply thrilled to hear the good news later that night, when he phoned them in Botswana, catching them just before they set out
on safari.
The next day, they looked at some ring options Rodric had scouted out in Houston. The selection he presented Daphne was as ridiculously oversized as everything else about him, as Daphne had hoped it would be.
When they flew home in a small chartered plane after a nice dinner, Daphne wore her new three-carat vintage estate marquis-cut diamond. Planning the Housewarming party quickly turned into Daphne’s best dream-come-true. Well, the best dream-come-true party she’d plan before the amazing parties they’d have leading up to the wedding… The wedding would have to be the best party Austin had ever seen . . but she’d think about it later. Their wedding wasn’t til May; Esther had booked the Art Museum of Austin in a wire from Sir Seretse Kharna Airport.
Rodric took time off to work from his home office, really spending most of it with Daphne. They had lots of lovely amenities to sample in the apartment together, that was for sure. In the shower, he moved one of the shower heads over the places she liked it most, sometimes more than once a day, just so Daphne could make the very unladylike noises he loved.
Napping in their big bed in the middle of the afternoon, Rodric stroked her bare belly. She laid her head on his chest, and his kissed her hair.
“Darlin’, I know you’ve mentioned babies, and I’m as eager as you are for a family, but I do think we can take our time just a little while. I know how much choosing that white dress and just the right boots will mean to you, and you’ll need your energy, to get through the weddin’ planning. What do you think? We could start on the first baby on our honeymoon trip, in Paris. Is that soon enough?”
She had to agree. Conceiving their first baby in Paris sounded just perfect to her. He was right, it would be nice to have everything settled first. “You’ll go with me to Vegas tomorrow, watch Daisy win that Pro Am with me?”
He nodded and smiled. “Got the suite booked.” The lines around his eyes crinkled deeper. “You think we’ll know what do with ourselves, outside this apartment?”
She giggled. “I’ll ask Mizz Cristal. Bet she’ll figure something out.”
When Esther returned from her safari, Daphne went to Dallas so they could shop for some living room accessories together. At an auction house, they found two sculptures and a nice big abstract painting, a very fine Diebenkorn.
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