by Claire Adams
“I am very glad to be here tonight, and so honored that Nell wanted me here. I’m glad that you wanted me here, too,” she said and gave me a quick kiss.
“Eww,” Kassondra said from across the table.
“Oh, stop,” Kassondra’s mom said with a laugh. Her husband looked up at us and let out a small laugh, but went right back to his phone, and I wondered if it had something to do with social anxiety. I’d heard plenty of times that people like that often did things like that.
The dinner was good, and it went by fairly quickly. When all was said and done, Kassondra had asked if Nell could spend the night. Since it was the weekend, I agreed. I told the parents that we would be over to pick her up the following day. I grabbed her booster seat from my car and put in the back of theirs to make sure she would be safe getting home with them. I asked if we needed to bring anything and they said that she already had an extra toothbrush there, as well as pajamas, a pillow and sleeping bag. I thought it was pretty nice of them do that for her.
Rachel and I said goodbye to Nell, each hugging her goodnight, then the two of us left and went back to my place.
“Nell seemed to be very happy tonight,” Rachel said, as we drove on back to my house.
“I know, and I owe it all to you. I don’t think she would’ve been that way if you hadn’t been there, and actually, at one point, she told me that if you couldn’t come, she wasn’t going. So, thank you for coming,” I said, even though I had already thanked her. I guess I was still trying to make up for the mess earlier in the week.
“I’m glad I came. I had a lot of fun,” she said. “It was good to spend time with Kassondra’s family, especially since she spends so much time there.
I smiled at her as we pulled up in front of my house. I helped her out, and we went inside where I poured us each a glass of wine.
“You know, Rachel,” I said, as I pulled her into me, “I love you.”
“Well, James, I love you, too,” she said back to me.
I pressed my lips to her lips and kissed her, stunned because I hadn’t expected her to say it back to me and was more than overjoyed that she had. Especially after everything we’d been through, individually, and together. I’d been nervous all evening about saying that to her because I didn’t how she would take it. I didn’t want her to be upset with me.
We clinked our glasses together, then finished them off. I grabbed her hand and led her back to my bedroom where I started kissing her. My mouth found hers, and our tongues collided, encircling one another. I loved the way she kissed me. She was so good at giving me what I wanted.
Rachel was everything that I ever dreamed of, and I was beyond happy that we were together and so glad I’d taken the chance and declared my love for her. I was still stunned that she’d replied the way she did. I was so happy to hear that she loved me back. It had been such an unexpected surprise, and I suppose it was for her as well. I kissed her deeply.
“I want you so bad,” I said to her.
“I want you, too, baby,” she said back.
I grabbed her head and started kissing her again, and this time I helped her remove her clothes. I wanted them off and spread all over the room. I wanted, and needed, to feel her against me. It was a deep desire burning within me. I kissed down her neck to her gorgeous, perfect tits. Then I paused, and she let out a soft whimper.
“I fucking love you,” I said to her.
“I fucking love you, too,” she said back to me.
At that moment, I had perfect clarity. I knew that I wanted to hear her say those words to me over and over for the rest of our lives. This woman was absolutely perfect for me, and a dream come true. And she was all mine.
I claimed her mouth once more, taking her tongue and wrapping my own around it. Her kisses were the sweetest thing I had ever experienced. After all of our clothes were finally off, we stood there, fully naked, our mouths interlocked. Finally, I felt her bare skin against mine.
I felt the goosebumps rise on her skin as I gently touched her, and she let out a soft moan as I rubbed my cock against her.
I pressed her gently onto the bed. “I want to feel your pussy,” I said to her.
She bit down on her lip, one of the sexiest things I have ever seen, then laid back on the bed with her legs spread. I gripped my cock with my right hand and began to move it up and down. She looked absolutely perfect laying there like that for me.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Rachel
I was laying back on the bed with my legs spread apart. James was standing above me, gripping his cock in his right hand. He was rubbing it gently as he stared down at me. It was so fucking hot, I couldn’t stand it.
“You look so fucking sexy right now. You know that?” he asked me.
I ran my tongue around my lips, causing him to groan. He then moved onto the bed, and in between my legs. I watched as he put his hand on my pussy, and using two fingers, he began rubbing my clit. He did it slowly and gently, then moved his fingers down to my pussy, and he slipped them inside.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned.
He gently twisted his fingers around inside of me. Sliding them deeper and further inside of me, then slowly pulling them back out. He did this again and again, and I felt a chill run through my entire body.
He began to slide his fingers in and out, faster and harder. I wiggled my hips beneath his hand, matching his pace. I could feel myself getting closer to an orgasm already. I bit down on my lip, and grabbed onto either side of the bed to brace myself. And then, without a bit of warning, he pulled his fingers out.
“Not yet,” he said, leaving me writhing.
He spread my legs and held his cock in his hand, putting it up against my pussy. I rubbed myself against it, trying to reach up and get it, but he teased me, keeping it close enough to rub against, but too far away to get it inside of me. I was so hot and frustrated, when finally, with one swift move, he slammed it inside of me. I was so wet that it slipped right in.
“Oh fuck, baby. You’re so tight,” he moaned. He pulled all the way back so that only the tip of his cock was left inside of me.
“Mmm,” I moaned, as he pushed and slid back into of me.
His thick cock was stretching my pussy. I could feel him slide all the way inside of me. He pulled back and pushed back in, taking his time. I loved when he did that because I could feel it slide all the way out and go all the way back in. I could feel him rub up against my G spot.
He leaned down, and now was on top of me, the skin-to-skin contact, making it so much harder. The weight of it was pressing into me, and I wrapped my arms around him, then wrapped my legs around his legs and I felt his cock press into me. He groaned and thrust at the same time, all the way back inside of me. He began to pump his cock in and out of me as he laid on top of me. His mouth was finding my mouth, and we were lost in the storm of our lust for each other.
The way were moving together like that was so hot, more so than it had ever been before. I could feel the love between us. It wasn’t just sex this time; it was more. So much more.
“I love being inside of your pussy,” he moaned into my ear, then nibbled on my earlobe.
“I love your big hard cock inside of me,” I whispered back to him.
“I love you, babe,” he said, as he began to thrust harder in and out of me.
“I love you too, James.” I could barely get the words out; it felt so good I couldn’t concentrate on anything except for his cock throbbing inside of me.
I had been waiting a while to hear him finally say those three words to me. But I hadn’t been expecting it tonight, especially when I’d thought it was all over. I loved him more than anything, and I’d known it for a while. Everything about tonight was perfect, including this moment when I felt his cock slide in and out of me, as I moved my hips along with him.
“I want you on top,” he said, “Would you like that?”
He pulled back and pulled himself out of me, then rolled over and laid on the bed. I sa
t up and threw my leg over, straddling him. I grabbed his cock and held it up as I lowered myself down onto him. I didn’t bother to take my time. I just wanted to feel him inside of me once again. I’d been getting so close, and he kept stopping. Now, I was in the driver’s seat, and I intended to take full advantage.
When he was all the way inside of me, I could feel every single inch of him. It hurt a little bit, but I liked it. I leaned forward some so that is cock was more at an angle, and it felt so much better that way. His hands grabbed my tits, and he began to massage my nipples, rolling them in between his fingers and thumbs. I moved a bit and dangled my nipples over his mouth, and he quickly took the hint.
“Mmm,” I moaned for him, wanting him to know how turned on I was.
I needed to get myself close to another orgasm. I needed to find my release. I began to rock my hips back and forth, feeling him deep inside of me, moving around in my pussy. He moved his hands down to my hips and slid them around my back he pulled me down on top of them. We are skin to skin once again. I felt him bend his legs and he began to thrust up, in and out of me, harder and faster. It felt so good, I started moaning in his ear, and I bit down on his shoulder, causing him to let out a soft moan as I felt his cock jump inside me.
Our breathing was hot and ragged, and he began to slow down. But I didn’t want that. I wanted him to speed up. I wanted to feel him fuck me harder and faster. I wanted to feel the intense pleasures that came with my orgasm.
Instead of stopping, with his help, I sat up on top of him. I sat straight up and felt his cock slide back into me. All the way. When I leaned back some, he was at a completely different angle, and I felt him somehow even deeper, and he felt harder. I began rocking my hips back and forth, feeling my clit rubbing on him while his cock moved around inside of me. His hands went to my tits one more time, and he began to massage them. The sensations from all the pleasures were driving me absolutely crazy. I leaned back some more and then I repositioned myself so that I could bend my legs. Almost like doing the crabwalk.
I sat up, and I began to rock my hips back and forth. This time, I felt so much different, much better, though it hurt a little more, yet it was even more intense.
He was so deep inside of me, and I could feel every single bit of him.
“Oh my God, that feels so good,” he said.
I found that I had no voice, and I could no longer speak. I was so consumed by the pleasure I was feeling that I couldn’t concentrate on anything else.
I wanted nothing more than to claim my orgasm at that moment, but my legs were beginning to grow tired. I repositioned myself so I was straddling him once again, and though he wasn’t quite as deep inside me, it felt more comfortable.
I started to bounce this time with some help from him, as he put his hands on my hips and helped lift me up and bring me back down on top of him. At one point, he lifted me until my pussy was on the very tip of his cock.
“Do you want it?” he asked, wanting me to beg him to fuck me.
I nodded my head.
“Tell me,” he demanded, in a super sexy voice.
“I want it,” I said to him, my own voice sounding unfamiliar as it was filled with lust.
“What do you want?” he asked, still holding me up.
I wiggled my body, hoping to slide back down onto his cock. But it didn’t work, and he still held me there.
“Tell me how bad you want it,” he said to me.
“I want it bad. Please, fuck my pussy,” I begged him this time. I was desperate, and I wanted to feel his cock shoved inside of me once again.
“Come on baby; I’m dripping all over your hot cock. Give it to me.”
With a roar, he pushed my hips down at the same time that he thrust his own up, ramming his cock inside of me.
“Oh fuck!” I yelled out. He began to move me, bouncing me up and down on his cock. Each time he slammed me down on him, I’d cry out. It felt so deep, so intense.
I craved more of him. I wanted all of it, all of him. I wanted him to fuck me hard until I came. I needed to find my release. I was craving it more than I ever had in my entire life.
“Let me get behind you,” he said.
I nodded my head and climbed off him, quickly moving out of the way as he sat up and got off the bed. He stood behind me, and I bent over. I felt him grab my ankles and drag me toward him some, and then before I knew it, I felt his hard cock pressing into my pussy.
With one thrust, he was back inside of me and once again he was deep in my pussy. I felt the tip of his cock touching the back of my pussy, the special spot inside of me that drove me the wildest.
His hands were on my hips, and his nails were digging into my skin. I wondered if they were going to leave marks, but I didn’t care if they did. I would have found it pretty hot. He started thrusting in and out of me, each thrust was a little harder than the last. It felt so good, so deep, that I couldn’t even make a noise.
Everything inside of my body was wound up tight, getting ready to feel an orgasm shudder through it. I wanted to find my release, and so did James. I was right there on the edge, right on the line. The line between completely letting go and holding on. I wanted to feel that floating feeling. I want to feel my muscles spasm and relax. I wanted to feel the rush of hormones in my brain.
“Look at me. I want to look at you when I come,” James said.
I loved that he kept wanting to change positions, though at this point I hated losing his cock, even for minute, but I did as he asked. He pulled out, and I turned around and laid on my back. He climbed back on top, only this time he put each of my legs on his shoulders. Then, rubbing his cock up against my slick pussy, he shoved himself back inside of me.
It was the best feeling ever, and a deep chill ran through my entire body.
“I wanna make this pussy cum,” he said to me.
“I want to make your cock explode,” I whispered back.
I bit down on my lip and thought about his warm cum pumping into my pussy.
“Is this sweet pussy going to cum for me?” he asked and grabbed my hand. I nodded my head as he put my hand on my pussy. I began to rub my clit while he started to fuck me a little bit harder and faster.
I could feel myself getting closer and closer, way closer than I had been before. I wanted to feel my orgasm rip through me. I tilted my head back and gripped the bedspread that I was laying on. I was bracing myself for a powerful orgasm. I had gotten close so many times, I knew this one was going to be powerful.
I moved my fingers up and down on my clit a little faster, and that’s all it took. My entire body tensed up and then relaxed. My legs began to tremble.
“Oh fuck, James!” I yelled out for him.
Then, I heard him let out a loud groan, and his thrusts became different, and then I felt it: his hot cum squirting into my pussy. We were both cumming at the same time, and it was magnificent. The look in his eyes intensified my orgasm.
When he was done, he pulled out of me, put my legs down and collapsed on the bed next to me. I curled up next to him, and put my head on his chest.
“How was that?” he asked.
“Amazing; are you kidding?” I said, breathless. I was right: my orgasm had ripped through me and had left me feeling exhausted.
“I love you so much,” he said, and rubbed my head, it was a sweet, kind gesture.
“I love you, too. So much,” I said before I quickly drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
James
I was asleep when suddenly the bed started moving. I woke up to find both Rachel and Nell bouncing up and down on the bed.
“Today is Space Needle day,” Nell said, excitedly.
“I think they open at ten,” I said.
“No Daddy, they open at eight,” Nell said.
“Nine actually,” Rachel corrected her.
The three of us laughed. I sat up in the bed and looked at Rachel. It had been one month since I told her I loved her, and it had ended
up being the best damn month of my life. I loved having both my girls near me all the time. Rachel and Nell both lit up my life, and I couldn’t imagine living any other way.
“Get up, Daddy!” Nell yelled.
I laughed and sat up. “I need coffee.” There was no negotiating with that. If I didn’t get my coffee, we weren’t going to the Space Needle.
Rachel held out a cup of coffee to me. “Here you go; you’re probably gonna need it,” she said.
I loved how well she knew me. She anticipated when I needed things, sometimes knowing I needed something even before I did. She was absolutely amazing, and she made me so damn happy.
“Thank you,” I said, taking the cup from her.
Rachel walked over to the dresser and picked up the cup that I assumed was hers, then sat down next to me on the bed. The two of us sipped our morning cup of Joe together, while Nell ran around the house screaming about the Space Needle.
She had been so excited to go, and I’d been promising her for a couple of weeks that we would go there soon. I just needed to find a time when I wasn’t having an art show. Scheduling was a bit hard when it seemed like Derek was having back-to-back shows all the time now.
I was also very excited to be spending the day with both of my girls. We’re going to venture out as a family, and those were my favorite times—when the three of us were out and about doing things that families did. I finally felt normal.
“Are you ready for today?” I asked her with a look at Nell so that Rachel knew what I was indicating.
She laughed and smacked my arm, “Of course, I am,” she said, and then in a whisper, she added, “We’ll just make sure not to give her any sugar,” she said.
“No sugar? I have to have sugar,” Nell said.
We both laughed at her. She had just learned about the food pyramid at school. So, whenever she wanted something sweet, she tried to make the excuse that she was supposed to have sugar in her diet. We pointed out to her that sugar is actually optional and she doesn’t have to have any servings of sugar. But, she tried to convince us that the food nutrition lady at the school had told her otherwise. I found the highly doubtful.
