His hand traveled down my side and when he reached my panties he slipped one finger inside and ran it all along the waistband. My panties were quickly gone and he did the same with his boxer briefs. Sliding back over me I could feel him everywhere. He was kissing me and touching me and his erection was gently sliding through my silky wet sex. It had been so long and I was so ready for this. For this, with him. As I looked into his blue eyes, I could feel the head of his erection entering me. He pressed further into me and then abruptly he stopped and pulled out.
“Shit, I almost forgot something. Don’t move a muscle.”
Panting, I said, “Where would I go? I mean, come on.”
He laughed and came back to the bed with a box of condoms. He shook them back and forth in his hands. “I almost forgot these. I’m sorry.”
“I’m on the pill. It would’ve been okay. I trust you.” I pulled him down to me and kissed him. I trusted him? Why? Where the hell did that come from? Weird things were happening to my senses when I was around this guy. I needed him. “Now can we please get back to doing what we were doing a minute ago?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He started to gently press into me again. “Oh my god. You feel perfect. Just like I knew you would.”
“You feel pretty good too,” I said, or at least I think I said it. I was so lost to this man, that I’m not sure words actually came out of my mouth.
“I need more. I need to be deeper. Tell me if I hurt you,” he said as he rammed into me. I could feel him practically touching my womb. He was so big and so deep.
“Harder, Asher. Harder,” I screamed.
“Say it again. Say my name again,” he begged.
“Asher! Asher! Harder, Asher!” I screamed.
“Ahhhhhh! I’m gonna come. Hold on to the headboard. Now,” he ordered.
I grabbed hold of the headboard and he lifted my hips and positioned me to where he could get even deeper. I didn’t know it was possible to be so completely full. He was riding me as hard as he could, and I was loving every minute of it.
“I’m coming, Asher. Oh my god!” I’d never come that hard ever. Never. Granted I hadn’t had much sex in my life, but still that seemed pretty damn magical. As soon as I came he broke loose and came and came and came. It was like he couldn’t stop.
He rolled over and his breaths were coming so fast. “That was amazing, Lilly. Absolutely, amazing.”
I rolled over and laid my head on his chest. “It really was, Asher. It really was.”
He kissed my head before he got up to get rid of the condom. He crawled back in bed with me and pulled the soft white down comforter over us. We snuggled up and he held me all night. It was the most perfect night of my life. It was the night that I finally found my Mr. Right.
Chapter Three ~
One year later
“Are you sure about this, Lilly?” Asher looked like he was going to pass out.
“Yes, I’m completely sure about this, honey,” I laughed.
“Elvis? Really?” He was starting to really look freaked.
“Do you have a problem with Elvis, Asher? I mean, really? I’m just not sure if I can marry a man who is scared of Elvis.” Shaking my head, as I tsked at him.
“Sweetheart, I agreed to a quickie wedding in Vegas, because that’s what you wanted. I even agreed to let Morgan and her “man” come with us, but I feel like I was completely misinformed. I don’t remember you mentioning the whole “we’re gonna get married by an Elvis impersonator” thing. Nope. You definitely didn’t mention that.” I swear his eye was twitching and he seemed really nervous. His hand found my waist. “You have to admit that Elvis is shifty. Look at his eyes, Lilly. He’s freaking me the hell out.”
I couldn’t stop laughing at him. How could anyone be scared of an Elvis impersonator? I just laughed and laughed some more until tears were filling my eyes.
Asher had gone from my mystery man in the park to the man of my dreams and he was totally cracking me up! He really had a problem with the Elvis impersonator at this little chapel I chose for our wedding. I assumed he knew that we would be getting married by an Elvis impersonator since we were getting married in Vegas. I guess I assumed incorrectly.
“He’s not shifty. He’s just fat-Elvis. Let it go, Asher. I already paid, and does it really matter who marries us, as long as we leave here married?” I placed my arms around his waist and nuzzled my face in his chest. “Really? Does it matter?” I was looking up at him through my eyelashes, which I knew would get him to agree to anything.
“Fine. I’ll get married by shifty fat-Elvis. I hope you’re happy,” he smiled.
“Never been happier. Never.” And that was the absolute truth. I went from thinking I would never get married and have babies to meeting my dream man, getting pregnant, and getting married in Vegas. Getting pregnant probably should’ve come after the wedding, but did it really matter? I didn’t think so and neither did Asher.
“Let’s do this thing!” Morgan’s “man” as Asher referred to him, screamed from the back of the chapel. Morgan was hanging all over Kash, her “man” and rubbing, well, trying to rub her hands across his red mohawk. He was a hot-rocker, I’ll give her that, but I wouldn’t trade anything for my hot pharmaceutical salesman.
Asher made me so happy and he definitely knew his way around the bedroom. He was the perfect man. Gorgeous, fit, with a good job, and common sense. It was hard to find a man that fit all those categories and when you did, you had to do everything in your power to keep him.
Asher and I had been inseparable since that first night we spent together at the Mayan. He was out of town for work a few days a week, but when he was in town he was with me. It had honestly been love at first sight just like what you read about in romance novels.
The first man I ever had sex with on the first date was now becoming my husband and was the father of my soon to be born child. That crap didn’t usually happen in the real-world, but it was happening to Asher and me.
“Yes, let’s do this thing.” I grabbed Asher’s arm and started down the aisle. My long white sundress was trimmed in eyelet lace, with a sweetheart neckline that was fitted around my breasts then free flowing from there down. I wore white flip-flips, classy I know, and my something new and blue was my bright blue pedicure Morgan insisted I get with her this morning.
My something old was the locket I wore around my neck. It was the only thing I had from my mom. The silver heart-shaped locket had a small diamond chip in the middle of the heart. The picture inside always made me smile, it was my mom, dad, and me when I was a baby. There was nothing more perfect to wear for my something old on my wedding day.
My something borrowed was a white thong and strapless bra that Morgan had lent me. I was positive that Asher was going to be pretty happy with that tiny addition to my ensemble. When fat Elvis said, “Thank you, thank you very much,” in his ridiculous accent after the ceremony, I was almost afraid that Asher was going to hit him. He was definitely not impressed with our officiate. I still thought it was hilarious.
“Anybody hungry?” Asher asked on our way to the hotel.
“The pregnant lady is starving,” I whined.
Asher reached over and kissed my head. “Then we must feed the pregnant lady.”
“We really must. I could starve. It could happen.”
“Stop your damn whining. You’re what two days along? I think you’ll survive if you don’t hit a buffet on the way to the hotel,” Morgan hollered from behind us.
“Bitch,” I said under my breath.
“Bitch, I can hear you. Don’t make me kick your pregnant ass,” Morgan said as she slapped me on the ass.
“Hey, nobody gets to touch that ass but me. Hands off, Morgan,” Asher smiled.
“Yeah, that’s his ass and this is mine.” Kash picked Morgan up and wrapped her legs around his waist. He had her ass in his hands as he ran past Asher and me on the sidewalk. “We’ll see ya’ll later. I got someplace I need to be all up in.” Morgan sq
uealed and we watched them run all the way to the hotel. Kash still hadn’t put her down when they ran through the hotel entrance. He definitely planned on carrying her wrapped all around him all the way to their room. That man was crazy, but he was head over heels for my best friend. Morgan needed to figure that out and realize that he wasn’t going anywhere. She was stuck with him. Morgan had several boyfriends in the time that I’d known her, but she’d never been with anyone as long as she had been with Kash. I knew she loved him too, but she was so scared to show him that. She had some weird issues with the opposite sex. A bad ex, I think. She didn’t really say too much about it, but I knew it was bad.
“I guess we’re gonna eat alone tonight, huh?” Asher asked with a chuckle.
“Looks like it. That’s just too darn bad, isn’t it.?” I let my hand drop to his backside and squeeze.
“Damn, I like pregnant, horny Lilly. She’s pretty insatiable.”
“Like I wasn’t before. We spent most of the time we were together in bed.” I rubbed my belly, “Hence the bun in the oven.”
Asher put his hand on my belly. “You have no idea how happy you’ve made me, Lilly. Not only do I get to be married to the most amazing woman in the world, but now I get to witness her become the most amazing mother in the world. I’m pretty damn lucky.” He took my hand in his, brought it to his mouth, and placed a light kiss across my knuckle.
“Well when you put it that way,” I laughed.
He stopped walking and took my face in his hands. He was swiping his thumbs back and forth across my cheeks. “I love you, Lilly and I love our life together. I can’t imagine ever being happier than I am right now, well, except maybe when our son is born. Maybe.” He smiled, kissed both my cheeks, and put his hands at his sides. I took his hand and thread my fingers with his.
“Our son, huh? You’re sure it’s a boy?”
He was looking straight ahead and walking us to the restaurant in front of the hotel. “Yep. The first one has to be a boy.”
“The first one? So you’re planning on how many babies?” I asked with a huge smile on my face.
“Four. At least. We need two boys and two girls.”
I stopped walking and looked up at him. “Four? Really?”
“Okay, we can have six, but it has to be an even number. Can you promise me an equal number of boys and girls?”
I laughed and shook my head. “You make me smile, Asher Brown and you make me laugh my ass off.”
“I am pretty damn hysterical.”
“Yes, you sure are.”
“And to you I’m Mr. Brown, thank you, thank you very much,” he laughed.
“Well then I guess you’ll have to call me Mrs. Brown,” I smiled.
“You bet your ass I will. You’re my wife. All mine.”
“Okay Mr. Brown, I need food and I need it now. Then I need sex. Lots and lots of sex. Do you think you can handle that?”
He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he started running us into the restaurant. “Well, it’s a pretty tall order, but I think I’m up for the challenge, Mrs. Brown.”
“Thank God, I was afraid I was gonna have to trade you in for a new husband.”
“No such luck, sweetheart. You’re stuck with me now. Shifty fat-Elvis said so. And we have to listen to him - he’s scary as hell.”
“Stop it! You know you loved him,” I cried as he sat me down on the ground inside the restaurant.
“No, no I do not know that. He was scary. Like a clown.”
“Oh my God! You’re scared of clowns too? I feel like these are things you should have mentioned before we got married.”
“I am not scared of Shifty Fat-Elvis or clowns, but they are scary. They don’t scare me personally, but they are freaking scary,” he said in a serious tone.
“Wow, who’d a thunk it?”
“What?”
“I never dreamed I’d marry a wuss,” I smiled as I grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him down to where we were face to face. “I guess I’ll just have to toughen you up. You can’t make our son a wuss. I just won’t allow it.” I kissed him hard and then broke away. “Now, please feed your pregnant, horny, strong, wife.”
“Whatever you say, Mrs. Brown. Whatever you say,” he shook his head and laughed.
***
I woke up to the most amazing thing…Asher’s tongue working its magic in my magic area. “Oh my god, Asher. Oh god! Oh god!”
“You like that, Lilly? Want me to do it some more?”
“Yes, yes Asher. Please,” I begged.
“Tell me what you want me to do. Tell me what you want,” he moaned and the vibration between my legs almost made me explode.
“Lick me, Asher. Put your tongue there.”
“Where, Lilly? Where do you want me to lick you? Here?” he asked as he ran his tongue over my clit.
I whimpered, “mmhmmm.”
“Or how about here?” he asked as his tongue ventured lower and then pushed inside me.
“Oh shit, Asher. There. Please lick me there.”
“Your wish is my command,” he groaned as he continued to fuck me with his tongue. I clenched the sheets in my hands and raised my hips to get him deeper into me. I screamed out so loud when I came that I was sure the people in the room next door would report us to security.
“I love you, Mrs. Brown,” Asher whispered as he climbed up my body, kissing and licking all the way to my mouth. When he pressed his lips to mine and slid his tongue into my mouth something horrible happened - I started to gag. Damn morning sickness. My hand flew to my mouth and I scurried out from under him and ran into the bathroom. I barely made it to the toilet. It was disgusting.
Asher was there immediately holding my hair and he wet a cool washcloth and pressed it to my forehead.
“I’m sorry, Lilly. I didn’t know a morning orgasm would make you throw up,” he laughed and I spun around and shot him a strong “go to hell” look.
“Really? That’s what you want to say to your pregnant wife who is puking her guts up in the toilet? Really?”
“Um, no?” He leaned back away from me. If I hadn’t been busy trying not to puke I would’ve hit him. But I was too busy to do that.
He stood up and turned the shower on. After he went into the bedroom and got a pair of my fluffy pajamas and his boxers, he helped me stand up and led us to the shower. The warm spray felt so good on my sore body. This pregnancy was making me sore all over. I had serious body aches. The doctor told me it could feel like the flu for a while, and it really did. I was sore and nauseous and so, so happy to be pregnant. I wanted this baby so bad. My dreams were all coming true.
Asher took his time washing me. He leisurely rubbed my body with the body wash the hotel supplied…it smelled like cinnamon. The whole room smelled so good. I was feeling much better now.
Asher was massaging and working out my muscle aches and I quickly realized that my husband should be a masseur, because he could make a fortune at it. With his looks and those magical hands, we’d be rich.
I took the washcloth from his hand and started to wash him the way he had taken care of me. It was sexual, but not at the same time. It felt so good and we were both aroused, but we didn’t act on it. We just enjoyed our time together. Kissing and massaging and enjoying each other. I’d have to say it was the best shower of my life.
Asher helped me get into my clothes. I tried to tell him I was perfectly capable of getting dressed by myself, but he would have no part of it. He kept chanting, “You’re my wife and I want to take care of you.” I couldn’t argue with that. I kinda liked being taken care of. To be honest, I kinda loved it. I’d taken care of myself for so long, that it was nice to have someone else to lean on.
“So, what would my beautiful wife like to do today?” he asked as he rubbed my feet. We were sitting on the big, plush couch in our suite. I had my feet in his lap and he was practicing his masseur skills on my feet and legs.
God, I loved this man!
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nbsp; I pulled my foot out of his grasp and slowly ran it along the hardening bulge in his boxers. “Maybe we could spend the day in bed?”
He smiled and gently flipped us to where his body was leaning over mine. “Sounds like the perfect way to spend our first day as husband and wife.”
As he grabbed the hem of my top and started to pull it over my head, there was a knock at the door.
Morgan.
Of course, she would pick the worst time to come visit.
“Why is she here? Doesn’t she understand we are honeymooning?” Asher asked as he placed soft kisses down my neck.
“The honeymoon was over when you knocked up my best friend,” Morgan yelled as she walked in to the suite holding up a key card. “Extra key. Just for instances such as this.”
Asher climbed up off me and sat at the other end of the couch. Sitting up I curled into his side.
Kash walked in and said, “What the hell, Mo? Leave ‘em alone.” Then he leaned in and whispered, not so quietly, “They just got married and they wanna screw. They don’t need a damned audience, well unless they’re into that thing.”
I threw a pillow at his head and hit Morgan instead. “Thanks, but no thanks, Kash.”
“Bitch!” she yelled before she ran over and flopped down on the couch squeezing her way between us. She threw her arms around both of us. “I just love you guys so much and you make me so happy and I wanna spend the day with my bestest best friend!”
Asher pulled away from her embrace. “Morgan, you do realize that this is our honeymoon, right?” He had a polite smile on his face, but I could tell he wasn’t super happy about this interruption.
“But…but…she’s already pregnant. How much more sex do you need to have?” She asked with a whine.
“Morgan, sweetie, I love you, but you need to spend the day with Kash. We’ll meet up for dinner later, okay?”
“Fine!” She pouted, before she grabbed Kash and said, “You’re taking me shopping, big boy. I hope you brought your Am Ex black card. Let’s go.”
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