by Неизвестный
“Addie…” he ground out. “How do you want me? Tell me.”
“Use me…please…” she panted.
“Sure?”
“Oh yes, Conrad…do it. Please…I’ll cum again if you do.” She pushed against him as he pushing into her.
He slowed his pace for a brief minute, sliding his hands from her hips to the emerald and silver plug in her ass. He took the plug between his finger and thumb and in the rhythm of his hips, when he pulled out of her pussy, he took the plug gently from her ass as well. Tossing it to the night table, he grabbed his hard cock and slid it to her ass and pushed in gently.
“Ahhh…yes…oh fuck….” Addie pushed back against him.
“Careful baby…don’t…want to hurt you,” Conrad groaned as her tight heat engulfed him.
“Do it…harder!” She screamed. “Take me…use me!”
That’s all it took for Conrad to lose himself in her body. He pushed in her ass, balls deep and didn’t even give her a moment to adjust. They’d done this a few times. Neither of them seemed to last long. She was too tight. He was too wound up. Two more pumps and Conrad could feel his toes curl and his spine want to curl in on itself. This was going to be big.
“Addie…oh fuck…love you baby!” Conrad yelled as he came.
She felt every spurt from him. The warmth of him bathing her inside. That’s when she lost it and came again, tightening her muscles, clamping around his cock, making him groan in ecstasy.
Chapter Fourteen
After that intense lovemaking session, Conrad took Addie again in the shower. It was one of his favorite places to love on his wife. He loved that she soaped him up and took her time with him, as he did her. Just touching each other. He shut the water off and dried her. He told her to take care of her hair while he went to get her something to put on. He came back a few minutes later wearing a pair of gym shorts and handed her the airborne t-shirt that she’d worn when she went to visit him in Italy.
“Go sit on the sofa. I’m going to change the sheets.” Conrad kissed her head.
“I’ll help you.”
“No,” Conrad whispered against her hair. “Let me do this for you, you’ve had a long week.”
Addie kissed Conrad’s chest and watched him walk into the bedroom and start pulling the sheets off the bed. She pulled the t-shirt on that came just under the curve of her ass and pulled her hair back into a braid to one side. Following Conrad down the hallway, she grabbed the remote and snuggled up on the end of the sofa and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels.
After a few minutes, Conrad came back and took a beer from the fridge. He came over and handed one to Addie as he sat down.
After a long draw from his beer, he asked, “Anything good on TV?”
“Not really.” She handed him the remote. “Can I have a sip of that?”
“Only if you take it from my mouth.” Was his reply.
Addie smirked. “Okay.”
Conrad set his beer on the sofa table, then grabbed Addie’s legs and separated them so that he was sitting between them and she was lying on the sofa. Then he grabbed the beer and took another long draw from it, set it on the table and leaned down toward Addie.
She lifted up a bit from the sofa, her lips meeting his, then the sealed her open mouth around his as he slowly opened his lips, letting the beer trickle into her mouth. She swallowed, and when the beer was gone, Conrad kept kissing her lazily. His tongue reached out and slid into her mouth, meeting hers. Their lips tasting and teasing. Sometimes feather light kisses, other times, nibbles.
“More,” she whispered. Conrad obliged her. Then kissed her afterward again.
Pulling away gently, he took the remote and turned off the TV, then scooped Addie up in his arms and walked back to the bedroom. She only had a moment to look at the made bed, the duvet and top sheet were folded at the bottom of the bed. He sat her on the edge and helped her out of the t-shirt, then threw the shirt on the floor. His shorts followed right after.
“I need you baby. I always need you,” Conrad whispered, as he kissed his wife.
Addie slid back, lying across the bed sideways, Conrad followed, lying on top of her, his body between her legs.
“Love you jumper,” she whispered against his lips.
“Love you anchor line,” Conrad smiled, as he whispered back.
“Mmm, love you more.” She closed her eyes.
“Not possible.”
Addie opened her eyes and looked at her husband. “Why do you always say that?”
“At the risk for sounding like a complete pussy,” he sighed, and started again after a few moments. “You saved me. I was being reckless. Beer, women, the Mezzo.” He rested his upper body on his forearms as he undid Addie’s braid. “I needed to leave there. It was only a matter of time before some chick tried to pin her kid on me. I saw all my friends with their steady girlfriends or fiancée’s. I wanted that.”
“But you always tried to keep me away.” Addie rubbed his side with her hand. “Saying that you weren’t any good for me.”
“I knew that I wanted you. I didn’t think I was ready.” Conrad kissed her lips gently for a few moments. “When you left Italy…I knew. The shit with Lisa before I left for deployment…” he shook his head. “I was missing you. She was something familiar, a part of my life that still connected me to being a Dom. I heard from a friend that she was looking for me. So I fucked her. It was almost abuse the way…”
“Tell me.” Addie wrapped her legs around him.
“I told Nathan to come with me. He isn’t into the Dom, sub thing. But, he came anyway. She wanted both of us…so she got it. Nathan finished the same time she did. I never did. I couldn’t even pretend she was you.” He rubbed his nose against her ear and lightly licked the shell of her ear.
“So, for the first time in my life, I faked an orgasm. Because she didn’t feel like you. She didn’t smell like you. She…she just wasn’t you.” He kissed along her jaw to her other ear. “I called out your name. It wasn’t on purpose to hurt her. It was because all I could think of was you. In the end it hurt her.
“When she called on my sister’s wedding day, she tried to pin her pregnancy on me. I knew that it wasn’t mine. I didn’t finish, so it was a no brainer. That and I wore a condom. Both Nathan and I did. She had always wanted a relationship with me. I didn’t want one with her. That’s why she did it.”
Addie realized he needed to talk about this, so she asked. “Why didn’t you want her?”
“Lisa always did what I wanted. She became what I wanted. She wasn’t a challenge. If I wanted someone to fuck her, she’d let them. When I wanted, how I wanted, as many times as I wanted. I thought one night, letting three guys fuck her one after the other would make her leave me alone. She didn’t. We were a regular item at the Mezzo though. The antics and shit I’d put her through. She did everything.”
He kissed his way back to her other ear and slid his hands in her damp hair. Then lifted up a little so that he could look into her eyes.
“Addie…I knew the first time that I stepped into your cubicle that you were Charles’ girlfriend. I knew each and every time, when I started emailing you at work and you’d email back, that you were his. I saw him at the Mezzo…” He let his sentence drift off.
She unwrapped her legs from around his waist, her legs bent, she dug her toes into the sheet beneath her. She had to say it.
“Every time someone called, he’d drop everything and go. He didn’t always say where he was going. But, then I started overhearing conversations when he thought I was asleep. Every time he came back to his apartment if I was staying there or mine, he’d shower before he touched or kissed me.
“When we ran into people that frequented the Mezzo, he’d introduce me, and the looks of pity from them were stifling. I started asking Jessica questions. You remember her? My front desk gal at Bragg. She told me a lot of what went on and things that Charles did. I tried to break up with him the week before that
ill fated field problem.”
“What do you mean tried?” Conrad kissed Addie’s jaw.
“He said that he wouldn’t let me go. So, I told him that running off to fuck or do a scene with women from the Mezzo was a hard limit for me.” Addie searched Conrad’s hazel eyes.
“He said that we’d talk when he got back from the field. I didn’t say anything else. Just dropped him off at his apartment and wouldn’t look at him. Wouldn’t kiss him. A week later…well, you know what happened.”
“Addie,” Conrad whispered, looking into her own hazel eyes. They showed the pain. “I fell for you the first time I saw you. I wanted you for myself. I would have left the Mezzo, that whole lifestyle, everything… behind for you. I never would have left you for anything or anyone else like he did.”
“I know jumper.” She cupped his cheek with one hand.
“The shit I put you through before I realized that I needed you…I’m so sorry baby.” He kissed her lazily again for a few minutes.
“What brought all this out?” Addie smiled up at him.
“You could say I’ve hit my head.” He chuckled. “But in all honesty, I felt a shift in the breeze, so I looked up just in time to see my chute collapse and all I could think of was you. I knew you’d be freaked the fuck out if Nathan didn’t go get you. I was so…pissed off while I waited for you in the hospital. The damn blonde nurse was flirting with me and all I wanted was you.”
“I’m here now. I’ll always come for you.”
“That’s all I need baby. Just you….my anchor line.”
“Make love to me jumper.”
Slowly…meticulously…with the greatest of pleasure Conrad made slow, sweet, love to his wife. He couldn’t believe how incredibly lucky he was. He made his wife cum twice before he found his own pleasure. Moving them the correct way on the bed, he pulled up and covers and take a short nap before he woke up with his wife going down on him, making his toes curl, his body arch and have her name spoken like a mantra on his lips when he finished in her mouth.
Chapter Fifteen
A few short months later, they got word that Kelly was going into the hospital with labor pains. She’d had a rough go of it the past month. So, they both put in leave to spend a week up in Pittsburgh with their families. Driving up from Fort Polk, Louisiana to Pittsburgh was an exhausting but exciting ride for what awaited them.
Making it just in time to see Roger come out to the waiting room when they just walked in, Keith was overcome with joy. Everyone had kept it as a surprise to him that Conrad and Addie were coming home. Add to that the birth of the first grandchild…he was truly happy.
A few minutes later, after Grandpa Keith and Uncle Jeff held the tiny baby, Conrad stood as Addie held their niece in the rocking chair of Kelly’s room in the hospital. His heart was full.
“So, what’s her name?” Conrad asked.
“So when are you two having a baby?” Kelly asked, a huge smile on her face, ignoring his question.
Addie’s eyes got big, then she started laughing. “We hadn’t talked about it really.”
“I’m being a selfish bastard. I’m not ready to share Addie yet.” Conrad answered, kissing the top of Addie’s head.
“That sucks,” Kelly answered with mock sadness.
“Guess we’ll have to make more then,” Roger joked, rubbing his wife’s arm.
“Yeah…let’s wait for Addie Grace to turn a year old first.” Kelly looked at her brother and sister in law.
Shock registered on Conrad and Addie’s faces as they looked back at Kelly and Roger.
“Addie Grace?” They both said at the same time.
“You’re also her God-parents. Roger and I want this, so you’ll do it. You know…” Kelly shrugged. “You know, first granddaughter rights and all.”
“Of course, we’d love to be her God-parents.” Addie exclaimed.
“She’ll be a tom-boy if she spends time with her favorite Aunt and Uncle.” Conrad laughed.
And it was set. Addie Grace was baptized the day before her God-parents made their way back to Louisiana. Pictures were taken, lunch was served as a gift to Kelly and Roger from Addie’s parents’ catering business. All was right with Conrad and Addie’s world.
Late the next day, Conrad pulled his truck into the parking space of their apartment complex and woke Addie so they could get upstairs. It was all so exciting and overwhelming at the same time. Talk of babies from both sides of the family directed at Conrad and Addie. They’d stood firm. No babies until they were ready to share the other with their children. Until then they were happy just practicing. With everything upstairs, shower taken, they slid under the covers to sleep.
Conrad lay there, his sleeping wife in his arms. He’d explained away his desire to have children until he was done sharing Addie. But, when it really came down to it…he wouldn’t ever be willing to share her. Ever. The one time he’d shared her body with Rick in Italy, it nearly killed him. He swore that would never happen again and he meant it. He did it for her, even though he wasn’t entirely sure if she wanted to do it for herself or for him. But, he wanted to make sure that her fantasy was fulfilled, and then made sure that it didn’t happen again, by telling her adamantly.
He knew that sharing her during sex and having children were different. Very different. But, he just wasn’t willing to do it. He knew Addie though. She’d be happy either way. He fought daily with what she was going through every time he went in the field, the fear every time he jumped out of an airplane, and every time he deployed or would deploy. The fear of accidents in the field or deployment. Keeping a household together by herself. Waiting for word…any word on how he was.
So yeah…he was a selfish bastard. He wasn’t going to share Addie’s time. They’d spoil the shit out of Kelly and Roger’s kids. And Jeff’s too when he settled down. But, he had time still.
He looked down at her small hand. Her large topaz ring with the diamonds surrounding it. Her band of diamonds that matched it. She refused to take her rings off…ever. He never took his off unless it was to look at the inscription on the inside. It motivated him in ways he’d never admit to.
Looking at the time on the cable box, he realized that they had to get up in a few hours for his double header of softball, so he decided since he’d napped a little on the way down while Addie was driving, he’d get the coffee started and get his stuff together. He slid quietly from the bed and made his way down the hallway to the kitchen and started the coffee. After that, he took a quick shower and dressed. Addie was still asleep. She hadn’t slept much at all on the way home.
Taking his cell phone from his night table, he took the flash off and took a picture of Addie sleeping. The light coming in from the blinds was perfect as he looked at his picture. She’d made her way to the middle of the king size bed and pulled his pillow to her, her hair a wild mass of curls spread out behind her. She was like a splash of light against the black sheets and dark grey comforter.
Chapter Sixteen
Addie was fucking annoyed.
Conrad’s team was in the lead by four, but that wasn’t the reason. Some chic that was a girlfriend to one of the guys on the opposite team was.
She was staring at Conrad like he was a piece of meat...and she was hungry. Addie sat a few rows up from the bottom on the bleachers nearest the dugout that Conrad’s team was in. This…chick, was sitting a few rows up from where Addie was sitting, but on the other side so that Addie could see her from the corner of her eye. One of the wives had commented on it to Addie. Even the Company Commander’s wife Lana said something to Addie.
“Do those two have history hun? Or is she just drooling?” Lana asked in her very southern drawl.
“I have no fucking idea. But she’s pissing me off.” Addie offered.
“She certainly is…enamored.” Lana took a dainty sip from her plastic soda cup.
“No.” Maris, the First Sergeant’s wife put her two sense worth in. “That bitch is obsessed. Look at th
e way she’s staring at him.”
Addie sighed. “She needs to get over whatever is in her head. I will cut a bitch.”
One of the runners on Conrad’s team slid into home from a line drive from another player and everyone stood up and cheered.
“She looks deranged,” Lana shivered. “Who wears a latex mini and hooker heels with a halter top to a softball game? Her hair is so bleached that it’s burnt. Then she spends her time ogling the other team’s players? Creepy.”
“No idea. But it is the height of skank.” Maris sipped her drink again laughing lightly.
Another player struck out, the teams changed up. Addie decided that she was going to use the porta-potty and stretch her legs. Conrad was playing third base for one of the guys that had sprained his ankle badly after the fifth inning.
“I’m going to the potty. Be back in a few.” Addie put her sports bottle down next to her purse and climbed down off the metal bleachers. She’d checked the weather on the internet before she decided on her jeans and sneakers. The wives and girlfriends all wore t-shirts with the team’s name on the front and the last name of their significant other on the back. Conrad had Addie’s read ‘MRS RENNER,’ with his number on the back.
Making her way past a few kids playing with a soccer ball, she went in the porta-potty, did her thing and came out. There were wipes and paper towels set up on a small table in lieu of soap and water.
After wiping her hands and drying them, she tossed the paper towel and wipe in the trash. Addie turned to see that the ‘skank’ from the bleachers was standing before her, a few feet away, one long fingered manicured hand resting on her hip. The other hand was combing through her very bleached, very damaged hair.
“I see that the Mezzo’s famed Dominant has in fact married,” the woman practically purred.
So that explained it. Addie held up her left hand and showed the woman her rings. “Yep.”
