“Me?”
I wait while the wheels turn in his head. Understanding begins to blossom. He glances at my still-full wine glass. Maybe he even remembers how I only took a slight sip of my celebratory champagne. I don’t know what’s going through his mind, exactly. Only that he’s finally starting to get it.
“Are you—saying what I think you’re s-saying?”
“I am,” I whisper, suddenly nervous.
There is no smile on his face.
What if he’s not happy? We’ve only ever spoken of a family in the vaguest of terms, agreeing that we’d want to start one sometime in the future but never stating when.
His face is still unreadable. A blank canvas. “You’re going to have a baby?”
“Yes,” I breathe the word out, and my heart is barely beating anymore. I want so much for him to be happy, as happy as I was when I first realized I was pregnant. I did three tests. I wanted to be absolutely sure. My head’s been in a whirl all day, my imagination spinning all sorts of stories for my baby. Our baby. The person they’ll become, thanks to us.
I only need to know that he wants this as much as I do.
He sits back in his chair and lets out a sharp burst of air. “A baby.”
“That’s what I said.”
Just when I am about to die with unhappiness, his face just about cracks open, and my heart cracks open with it. Thank God.
His smile shines almost bright enough to blind me. “A baby? Our baby. Oh, Dani!”
“You’re happy?”
“Happy? That doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel right now. Did you ever have that feeling like all your dreams are coming true at once?”
I run my hand over the side of his handsome dear face and stare deep into his sweet blue eyes. There’s nothing in the entire world that means more to me than he does. I’ve never felt as loved, supported, protected, and secure as I have in this last year of our lives together.
My eyes fill with tears of joy, and I nod. “Yes. I know exactly how that feels.”
“Hey, you’re not crying?” His voice is choked up. Brock simply can’t bear to see me cry, even from happiness. It’s such a funny thing because he is such a hard-headed businessman. I hear him sometimes talking on the phone in his study and his voice is so cold, demanding and foreign that I actually think it can’t be him.
I’ll go into the room out of sheer surprise and curiosity, and he will almost immediately put the person on hold and turn to me, his voice changed back to the one I am familiar with. No matter how long I am in that room, he will make whoever was on the phone wait. I’ve come to the conclusion that he is two different people. The one everyone else gets to see and the one he shows me. So, I don’t do that to him anymore. Nowadays I wait until he comes out of his study, when he has removed and put away the mask he wears for the world.
I gaze at his handsome face now and smile. “I heard that a new baby is a very demanding thing and newbie parents get so tired they never have any energy for sex.”
His head jerks back with surprise. “What?”
“It looks like we won’t be having very much sex once the baby comes.”
“We won’t?” he repeats slowly, staring at me.
“Apparently not.”
His eyes smolder with blue fire. “Not even if I do all the work.”
“There is also the issue of lack of time.”
He grins. “I’ll be quick.”
“So I was thinking…” I reach over with my index finger and very slowly start to push my clutch towards the edge of the table. His eyes flick over to my finger, then back to my face. As I continue to push my clutch, his eyes leave mine and follow the trajectory of the purse. As it reaches tipping point and falls, he returns his gaze to me.
“Oops,” I say breathlessly. “I seem to have dropped my purse.”
“It would seem that way,” he says, his eyes unreadable.
“Would you be so kind as to pick it up for me?”
When he bends down to pick up my purse, I widen my thighs, and give him an eyeful. For a few seconds he seems frozen, then he jerks back up, his eyes blazing.
“Jesus, Dani, you’ve been walking around this whole time without your panties.”
“Mmm…”
“Well, it’s fucking time to get you home,” he mutters.
I flutter my eyelashes. “Oh, but I’ve been waiting all night to have my dessert.”
“You can have it to go.”
I pout. “It’s not the same. I want that cinnamon and pear thing they do with apple ice cream. The ice cream will melt by the time we get home.”
“You’re doing this deliberately, aren’t you?”
“What do you think?”
“I think, Dani Saber, you should be very careful when you play with fire.”
I laugh and lift my hand. A waiter instantly materializes beside us. “Can we have your pear tart to share please.”
“Of course, madam,” he says with a respectful nod before disappearing. I turn to look at Brock.
“You are in so much trouble,” he warns.
“I know,” I purr.
Epilogue (2)
(Brock)
I can’t believe how damn long it took me to get her back home. But now that I’ve got her where I want her I’m going to teach her not to provoke me like that. Her smell never stops tantalizing me. A mixture of her apricot lotion, the almost child-like bubble gum waft of her shampoo, and the subtle scent of perfume on her skin.
I drag my thumb across her bottom lip. She gasps softly and closes her eyes. The sight of her like this, needing me so badly, still remains one of the sexiest things I’ve seen. A jolt runs up from my thighs to my balls, firing me up.
Hell, I’m so turned on my blood is pounding in my veins and I feel like a raging bull. She twisted my insides up so bad with her little restaurant stunt, I want to fucking tear her little two piece dress off and take her hard right here on the floor, but she’s carrying my baby now. Our precious little child. And the need to be gentle overrides everything else.
She parts her lips and I push my thumb into her mouth. Catching my hand, she runs her tongue across the fleshy pad.
She bares her teeth, letting them catch on my skin, and I grin. Sometimes, I still can’t believe this hot little vixen is all mine. That every fucking inch belongs to me. And only me.
I withdraw my thumb from her mouth, catch the back of her head, and draw her in for a kiss. A small moan escapes her lips as our mouths touch, and of course. The sound sends a bolt of desire right through my body. It’s always like the first time with her.
I slide my other hand around her waist, pressing it against the small of her back, drawing her soft yielding body closer to me. The two of us have been built to fit together perfectly. I brush my fingers over the smooth strip of skin exposed by her velvet top riding up.
Our tongues meet. And…fire burns in my gut. I could kiss this woman for years. She is that addictive.
When I cannot bear the pressure inside my pants anymore, I move my mouth across her chin and down her neck, determined to taste as much of her as I can. After waiting for more than an hour while she purposely licked and sucked her spoon as if she was a porn star, I’m not going to wait another a second, or hold anything back.
I find that sensitive spot between her ear and her jaw, the one that makes her shudder when I press my lips to it, and let the hand on her back skim over her ass. She shifts her weight so she can grind up against me. Ah, my greedy, greedy little Dani. I look into her eyes and…such hunger. She wants it as badly as I do.
I lift her up and carry her to the bed. Laying her down gently, there is our baby to think of now, I climb on top of her. In the warm light of the lamp, her eyes almost glow with the intensity of her emotions. She stretches her hands above her head and, on pure instinct, I reach up and hold her wrists down, keeping them out of my way while my other hand roams across her body. Really, I want to punish her for making me suffer.
With my heart thundering in my chest, I sit up and, for a moment, indulge in my favorite thing, well, second favorite thing. Watching her. I look at her laid out under me. She looks so damn good. Actually, she looks incredible. Eyes half-shut, mouth open, her sexy little top pulled up to reveal her stomach.
Maybe I’ll never see her like this ever again.
Soon her belly will become big and round with our child. Perhaps it will bring stretch marks. Things will change, move, shift. Her body will age, but I will always love her. She is my life. From the first moment, I laid eyes on her all those years ago my young boy’s heart already knew it. All the other women in between…they were nothing. Not because of them, but because of her. I was always waiting for her to come back to me.
I reach down to kiss the spot an inch-and-half below her bellybutton and she moans softly. She is completely at my mercy. I can do anything I want with her. The idea never fails to tantalizes me. I lean down to gently nibble her earlobe.
“I’m pregnant, not suddenly made of glass, Brock. I need you to fuck me…like that night in Antigua.” She murmurs the words directly into my ear, and I hear the craving in her voice. Deep in my soul something awakens, responds. She teased me in the restaurant because she wanted me to punish her.
She turns her head and without warning finds my mouth and bites down on my lip, hard. I welcome the pain, and taste her tongue, as our kiss becomes wild and raw. My need for her is deep, elemental.
My woman wants Antigua. Antigua, she will have.
I flip her over. She makes no sound as she buries her face in her folded arms. The sight of her absolute surrender is a thing of beauty. I let my eyes rove over her gorgeously soft skin and her curvy limbs, and her hair splayed out on the pillow while she waits to take every inch of me. It’s almost enough to tip me over the edge. Lifting her by the hips, I slip a pillow under her. Then, I raise her sexy black skirt up to expose her glorious, glorious ass. Moving my palm over the smooth skin, I enjoy the shape and feel of the firm, warm flesh. When I pull apart her ass cheeks to inspect my property. She squirms. One day she will finally understand that I own all this. To check how wet she is, I insert a finger into her pussy. The girl is soaking wet.
She almost growls in protest when I pull my finger out.
I smile at the muffled protest, raise my hand, and let it crash down on her creamy flesh. The loud snap fills the room and is hard enough to make her gasp.
“Want me to stop?” I ask looking at the large red print of my hand on her skin
“No,” she says from between gritted teeth.
My hand rises and falls all over those pale cheeks. Again and again, in quick succession, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten…until her ass is shaking and glowing like a tropical sunset.
She whimpers and spreads her thighs, showing me the rear view of her pretty pussy. She knows how aroused I get when I see it from this angle. The lips pink and swollen with excitement. I stare down at her. Mesmerized.
The scent of her arousal is everywhere. The smell always brings out the animal in me. I move my face until it is an inch from her crimson ass so she can feel my hot breath tickling her pussy. She is so wild for it she wriggles and pushes her pussy against my face.
I begin to salivate.
Pressing the tip my tongue between her wet lips I lick all the way up to her clit. My plan is to tease her and just have one little lick, but her taste drives me crazy. Like a starved addict I start devouring her. Slipping my tongue inside her wet heat I lick every inch that I can reach. I palm her pussy and spread it open until she whines from the intensity of my lust. I circle, lick, suck, and bite that sweet clit until she howls with pleasure and release. I welcome her orgasm by lapping up all the sweetness that gushes out of her.
Watching her slumped, satiated and breathing hard under me, I quickly undress. Power surges through me, as I tell her to spread herself wide again. She immediately opens herself to me, and I shove my throbbing cock into her. She feels so tight and warm. She gasps and begs me not to pull out. I know she loves it when I am very deep inside her. In the beginning, she used to be so tight she couldn’t take all of me, but slowly, I’ve trained her. Now I can bury myself to the hilt.
She slides her hands around my ass, drawing me closer.
“Play with yourself,” I command. As soon as her hand disappears under her body to obey, I fuck her with all I have from behind. I see the cream from her pussy spread all along my shaft every time I slide out of her.
“Yes, that’s it,” she mewls, rolling her hips back and forth, to take me in deep.
When she pleads with me like this I’m barely able to contain myself. I grab her hips with both my hands as my thrusts become faster and faster, as she gets wetter and wetter. I can already feel my balls tingling as I get closer to coming.
I carry on slamming into her with such force and speed until there is no resistance. Our bodies are in perfect sync. The whole world outside our bedroom stops existing. There is no one in the universe but me and her.
“Don’t stop,” she begs. “I’m so close, don’t stop.”
Dani’s moans get louder, and I feel her become tighter around me. Her pussy start pulsing and tightening with the onset of her climax. Suddenly she freezes. Her whole body becomes still except for her pussy which contracts wildly around my cock as if it is milking me for my seed. I close my eyes. I love that she has long orgasms. The way her muscles seize around me drives me crazy.
“Oh fuck,” I grunt, when I can no longer hold back my own release. I thrust my cock all the way inside of her and my cum shoots out of me. I stay deep in her pussy until I’ve filled her with my cum. Then I gently thrust in and out until I’m ready to slide out of her. Bending over I lick our juices from her pussy. She is still the best thing I’ve ever tasted.
Her eyes drift shut for a while. Sheis lost in the moment as I am, but she slowly opens them again and meets my gaze steadily. Her lips part, like she is about to speak, but nothing comes out of her mouth. Nothing needs to.
Silently, she gets to her knees. Cum leaks out of her as she bends her head between my thighs and takes my semi-hard cock inside her warm mouth. With absolute dedication she sucks it, moaning softly to herself with pleasure, until I’m hard again. Rising like a Goddess she shoves me down to the bed, and positioning her entrance over my hard cock, sits on me, burying my shaft all the way inside her sweet pussy. She rides me so hard with long purposeful strokes that her pussy sucks the cum right of out of me. Our climax is earth-shattering. Her mouth forms endless vows as I shoot my cream into her. When it is finally over, she lays her forehead against mine and stares into my eyes.
“I love you, Brock Garrett,” she whispers.
I want to tell her how I feel, but I can’t. I love her so much at that moment, words have become inadequate. I can only stare into her eyes wordlessly.
“You’re supposed to say it back,” she teases.
My answer is to kiss her eyelids, her cheeks, her lips, her throat. Tonight, I am too overwhelmed, but tomorrow I will do the thing I had planned to do at dinner time today. It was a good plan until she stole my thunder by telling me about our baby.
But tomorrow, I will take her to lunch and ask her to be my wife. She will make a beautiful bride. I can already see her, dressed in white walking up the aisle towards me.
My Dani. My world. My life.
THE END
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“Fuck”
One of the most interesting words in the English language today is the word ‘fuck’. It is one magical word: just by its sound it can describe pain, pleasure, hate and love. In language, it falls into many grammatical categories. It can be used as a verb, both transitive (John fucked Mary) and intransitive (Mary was fucked by John), and as a noun (Mary is a fine fuck). It can be used as an adjective (Mary is fucking beautiful). As you can see there are not many words with the versatility of ‘fuck’.
Besides the sexual meaning, there are also the following uses:
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