by Kara Kross
I nodded. He was probably right. And yet…
I went home thoroughly intending to take Toby’s advice and not call Naomi until at least the middle of the week. Then perhaps we could arrange something for the next weekend. But I found myself thinking about her all the way through my microwave dinner for one, and while I sat in front of the TV and watched sitcom re-runs, and before I knew what I was doing I was holding my phone to my ear and it was ringing and I realized I was calling her.
Her husky voice over the phone made my cock throb. The effect this woman had on me was electric.
“Hey,” I said warmly. “How are you?”
“Scott!” She sounded pleased to hear from me. I decided to just come straight out with it and ask her out again.
“I was wondering if you wanted to go out again sometime soon?” I was going to suggest the weekend but instead heard myself saying, “I need to see you, Naomi. It’s driving me nuts.”
There was a pause.
“Me too,” she said, her voice quiet and kind of shy, but with a hint of relief. “It’s the school holidays and Ellen and Jimmy are going on holiday. I should be able to find a sitter, but...I’ve got so much work on this week. This client is driving me crazy.”
“Okay,” I said, trying to hide my disappointment. I wanted to tell her hell with her client. She could wait. But instead, I asked if she was free at the weekend. I knew how important her business was and I didn’t want to get in the way of that even though I knew it was going to be pure agony waiting until the weekend.
“I’ll get a sitter,” she said.
“Good,” I said in a low voice, “I can’t stop thinking about that kiss.”
“Which one?” she said, her voice full of longing.
“All of them.”
We agreed she’d call me when she found out about childcare and then said goodbye. Frustrated I turned back to sitcoms, but now that I’d spoken to her I was all the more distracted and couldn’t concentrate at all. The weekend seemed such a long time away.
After about an hour there was a knock at the door. I frowned, wondering who it could be this late in the evening, and went to the door. I looked through the peephole and my heart skipped a beat.
It was Naomi...
Chapter Seven
Naomi
I took a deep breath as I knocked on Scott’s door, hardly able to believe I was doing this. What would he think? Would he think I was being too forward?
The thing is, I just couldn’t wait.
My whole body was burning to be with him and finish what we started the other night. While I tried to play it cool on the phone it had only been a pretense.
I needed him. It had gone well beyond just wanting. He was occupying my every waking thought, not to mention my dreams...and my fantasies.
I put the phone down earlier and mentally kicked myself. I’d heard the disappointment in his voice when I said I wouldn’t be able to see him for a few days. I didn’t want to come across as too keen. I didn’t want to say, “I’m free tonight.”
But the more I sat there and the more I stared at my phone wishing he’d call back, the more I realized what it was I had to do. To hell with seeming too keen!.. Whatever that meant. He’d literally just told me he needed me, so why was I planning on spending the night alone.
I phoned Ellen and asked if she could babysit and then I asked if she knew Scott’s address. It was time to act spontaneous and it was time to stop playing silly games like we were back in high school.
I put on my sexiest underwear, a pair of black silk French knickers and push up bra set, and dropped Max off.
Ellen winked at me as I left. “He can sleepover if you like,” she said, Max immediately jumping up and down with excitement, pleading with me to let him stay the night.
Now here I was, ready and willing. Knocking at his door.
He opened it, shock and pleasure crossing his features.
“Naomi!” he gasped, looking me up and down. I saw desire flare in his eyes and knew there was no going back now.
“I couldn’t wait,” I said honestly. “Ellen has got Max...for the night.”
His eyes gleamed at that and he opened the door wide for me without a word.
I walked in and he shut the door behind me. He turned and grabbed me for a rough, sudden kiss, pushing me up against the wall by the bottom of the stairs. We kissed roughly, his hands on my hair and running over my breasts and cupping my ass while I pulled his shirt out of his jeans and ran my hands across his taut, muscled body.
“Upstairs,” he groaned into my ear.
I nodded. “Yes,” I gasped feverishly.
Scott took my hand and led me upstairs and into a large, neat bedroom at the front of the house. He stood at the bottom of the bed, turned and held out one hand to me.
“Come here,” he said and I closed the distance between us, holding my breath.
He took my hands and pushed me back gently onto the bed, pinning my arms over my head and kissing me again.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he said in such a serious way that in that moment, that’s exactly how I did feel...gorgeous.
He stood up and started to undress without a scrap of modesty. I’d caught glimpses of his body in uniform and tight jeans and I’d definitely imagined what he might look like naked, but actually seeing him without any clothes on took my breath away. He was even more muscled and toned than I imagined.
He was beautiful, albeit in a completely manly way. Just looking at him made my pussy wet instantly.
I felt my eyes go wide as I realized how thick and long his cock was, standing proud between those strong thighs.
He sat down next to me on the bed and gazing deep into my eyes he began to unbutton my sweater. He opened it to expose my chest and then leaned forward and began to kiss my neck and collarbone, trailing his fingertips over the top of my cleavage. I sat up and helped him take off my clothes and then he gently pushed me back again so I was lying fully naked in front of him.
For a moment I fought the urge not to cover myself up with my hands, but the way he was staring at me made me stop. He ran one hand gently up and down my body and his eyes followed it, taking in the sight of me like I was a priceless work of art.
As usual, the way he looked at me made me feel like the sexiest woman on Earth.
“I want you to know,” he said, his voice low and thick with desire, “that if we do this it means something. It’s not just a fling. You’re mine. My woman.”
I nodded, so overcome with longing and an emotion I couldn’t quite name that I was unable to say anything.
He ran his fingertips over my hipbones and then stopped, his eyes gazing into mine as the palm of his hand cupped the mound of my pussy.
“Open your legs,” he ordered.
I did as he said, spreading my thighs for him as he began to stroke my folds. His fingertips lightly brushing my now throbbing clit. I could feel my pussy tightening deep inside my body and my juices were already sticky on my thighs. I wanted him inside me so badly it hurt.
He moved down the bed so he was by my feet and then lifted one foot, bending my leg and bringing it to his mouth, kissing along the arch and softly biting the pads of my feet. I gasped sharply, surprised at how much the unusual sensation turned me on. It was almost as though a direct line of sensation went straight up my legs to my pussy, increasing the throbbing there. I whimpered as he placed my big toe in his mouth and sucked slowly, keeping his eyes on my eyes the whole time.
He laid my foot back on the bed and picked up my other leg, doing the same thing all over again but with even more intensity. Pleasuring me with his kisses until I was writhing on the bed beneath him, a ball of need. My very nerve endings felt raw and desperate for his touch and my whole body ached with desire. I closed my eyes and arched my back towards him as he positioned himself between my thighs. Slowly he began to kiss the insides of my legs, his hands and his lips caressing my skin. Gradually moving towards my pussy.
; I opened my legs wider as he came so close to my pussy I could feel his stubble grazing my lips. I moaned in frustration as he moved away from my groin and up to my hips and lower belly, kneading my lower tummy while kissing over the rise of my hipbones. My skin felt as though it were on fire, tingling with excitement, and my nipples were as hard as bullets as he moved further up my torso and I could feel his breath on my breasts.
Then he lifted my boobs together in his hands and started to lick and kiss each of my nipples in turn, rubbing the rough pads of his thumbs over them so they were stiff and erect in his hands. The tip of his huge, warm cock gently poking at my entrance.
“That is so good,” I whispered and arched my back, wanting more.
Scott began to kiss back down my stomach until he finally reached my pussy again. He paused and looked up at me from between my thighs, his eyes shining with lust.
“Naomi,” he said seriously, “I want to taste you.”
“Yes,” I gasped, feeling a rush of wetness between my thighs at his words.
He knelt in between my legs and placed them over my shoulders then again began to kiss and nibble the inside of my thighs.
Finally, he reached my pussy and softly kissed my lips before gently tonguing my clit. I heard myself moan loudly as I pushed my hips towards him and buried a hand in his hair. He responded to my urging and moved his tongue faster in hard little flicks while slipping a finger inside me. My pussy clenched around him, my inner walls tightening. He started stroking the front inner wall of my pussy in light fluttering movement as he continued to lick my clit. Making me whimper at the delicious, decadent feeling.
Little by little he stepped up the pace. Pushing harder and faster and licking with more intensity. The pleasure building and building until I was floating on a cloud of joy. My orgasm swelling up inside me. Filling up every thought and every feeling until a rush of liquid heat flooded my lower body and I cried out, one hand tugging at his hair and the other gripping the sheets as wave after wave of pleasure shattered over me.
As my orgasm subsided I looked up at him and saw him smiling to himself as though in triumph.
“Please Scott...” I begged, my voice thick with desire. I was so overwhelmed with need for him it was a struggle just to speak.
“Please what?” He said softly, trailing a hand over my shuddering thighs.
“I want...need...you inside me,” I moaned.
I reached down and wrapped my hand around the thick shaft of his cock and felt it throb in response to my touch. The tip of it was wet and leaking and I knew he was as turned on as I was.
“Scott,” I said again, my tone urgent this time, and he raised himself on his hands, arched himself over me and maneuvered himself between my thighs. I looked at and him and nodded, urging him on, “I’m ready.”
He gazed at me for a long moment and then he pushed himself inside me in a single movement. I gasped and wrapped my legs around his hips. I was so wet I could see my juices gleaming on his thighs where our bodies were joined together and the sight of my own arousal made me moan again with pleasure.
I lifted my bent legs and crossed them behind his back, pushing us tighter together.
He gazed down at me with a primal look on his face. “You’re my woman now,” he said, his voice a husky groan.
“Yes, Scott,” I said.
“Say it,” he demanded as he started to pick up his pace.
“I’m yours,” I gasped, digging my nails into his back as his spectacular manhood penetrated me harder and harder, “I’m all yours, Scott. I’m your woman!”
He continued to fuck me harder and deeper as I clutched at his hips and pushed myself into him so we were moving in the same rhythm. I arched my back and tipped my head back so that my hair spilled onto the pillow around me. As he moved his groin was rubbing relentlessly against my clit, turning me on all the more. A slow burn began in my pussy and spread out throughout my torso and I knew another orgasm was close.
“I want to see you come,” he groaned, staring down at me as though enraptured.
His obvious desire for me only strengthened my own and I dug my heels into his butt, urging him on. He picked up his pace even further, driving into me with so much power I thought we were going to break the bed. I let out a huge, primal scream as my orgasm reached its peak. My entire body convulsing with pleasure. Wave after wave of the finest sensations crashing through me. Making me shudder and tingle. Liquid gold heat flooded through me as he pushed himself all the way in. His dick filling up every inch of me for one final thrust as he came. His cock twitching and throbbing as he kissed me. Both of us covered in sweat and panting. A feeling of connection I’d never experienced with anyone else before.
He groaned loudly and collapsed next to me. Kissing my neck and then my arm and my hand as he murmured my name, telling me how wonderful I was and how good he felt. He held me tight in his arms as I nestled into his chest and listened to the thumping of his heart. The aftershocks from my orgasm still pulsated through my body.
When I finally caught my breath I raised myself on one elbow and looked up at him. His eyelids were heavy, his mouth full and swollen and I smiled to see how completely satisfied he looked.
“That was amazing,” I whispered. He kissed the top of my forehead and ran his hands through the lengths of my hair.
“You’re amazing,” he murmured. “I’ve never felt this way about a woman before.”
I felt my heart give a little skip of joy. I stroked his chest.
“Me too,” I admitted.
He cupped my chin with his hand and tipped my face towards his, leaning down to kiss me softly. “I want many more nights like this Naomi,” he said in a serious voice. “I want to make love to you every day.”
I nibbled his lower lip. “How about we try again right now,” I whispered, laying a hand on his cock and feeling it stiffen as I gave it a squeeze.
“That sounds like an excellent idea,” he purred, pulling me up on top of him and kissing me.
I reached down between my legs and pushed his perfect, thick cock back inside me.
Epilogue
Naomi
I pulled my dress down over my thighs as I sat opposite Scott, my husband.
We were back at the restaurant where we had our first date two years before and I couldn’t help but think about how much things had changed.
It had been a whirlwind couple of years and some days I still felt like I had to pinch myself and check it was really true. That my life really was this wonderful and it wasn’t all a dream.
Of course, wonderful didn’t mean easy. Unexpectedly getting pregnant right in the middle of my career taking off and while our relationship was still quite new had been a real shock. But it all worked out for the best. Now we had a beautiful baby boy, Jacob, and Max had a little baby brother, who he adored.
Max adored Scott too. He was a great stepdad. He’d found the perfect balance between treating Max like his own son and making it clear he wasn’t trying to replace his biological father.
All of a sudden the size of my family had doubled and at first I was worried how Max would respond, but Scott took such great care of him it had all gone smoothly.
Work was going great too. The difficult client turned out to be more than worth it. She was so pleased with the finished result she recommended me to all her friends. Before I knew it my business was exploding and I was no longer a sole trader but managing a small team of designers. The diary was full and we were booked up months in advance. Little trucks with my name on it were buzzing around towns making people’s houses more beautiful and all the time I was growing a baby inside me.
It came at the perfect time because when I took maternity leave I simply delegated all my work to the other designers without losing a customer or putting a halt on my business. In fact, I enjoyed this new role so much I decided to take a step back from the day to day stuff and oversee all the projects while freeing up plenty of time to spend with Max and Scott and Baby J
acob.
Scott got promoted too and while he often worked long hours, we made it work.
Life was challenging at times...but it was always worth it.
Still, I wondered how Scott would take the news I was about to give him.
He smiled at me across the table and even after two years his smile was enough to make me blush with desire. He still turned me on as much as the day I had first laid eyes on him in Ellen’s garden, and he seemed to feel exactly the same way about me. Our sex life was amazing and had continued all the way throughout my pregnancy even though I’d felt, as ever, a little insecure about my weight and the way I looked. But Scott had loved watching my body grow rounder and fuller with his baby. In fact, he hadn’t been able to keep his hands off me. And now, we still were mad for each other every chance we got. I hadn’t managed to get all the baby weight off from Jacob, but any insecurity had quickly withered under Scott’s approving gaze.
“I like you bigger,” he told me one evening when I was complaining about it, and then he had taken me upstairs to show me just how much he liked it…
“What are you thinking?” he asked, frowning at me after the waiter finished pouring me a glass of wine.
I smiled mischievously. “You,” I answered, rubbing the inside of his leg with my foot.
His eyes darkened with desire instantly and he lowered his voice as he spoke.
“I can’t wait to get you home,” he said.
I felt a thrill go through me at the promises his eyes held. But first, I had to tell him something.
“There is something...” I began.
“What is it?” He said, raising an eyebrow and his face full of concern. “Is something wrong?”
“Not exactly, but it’s not quite what we were expecting just yet...” I took a deep breath. “I’m pregnant again.”
Scott stared at me and then his face broke into a huge grin that crinkled his eyes. “Really?”
I nodded my head, beaming myself. His obvious delight was infectious. “Yes. Two months,” I said, “you’re happy then?”
