“Welcome home, Mrs. Dean,” he said sweetly as he scooped me in his arms and carried me over the threshold.
I giggled. Our house in Costa Rica was massive but old. We had it nicely furnished, but it was simple and elegant. This place was the epitome of wealth and taste. Definitely, a place where a billionaire would dwell. I laughed again.
“This is amazing, Xavier … it’s, it’s …” I looked at him and playfully scowled. “You’re loaded huh, like sick rich?”
“Pretty much.” He curled his arms around my waist. “Do you like it?”
I turned to him and kissed his lips, “I love it.”
I felt his hard cock press against my legs, and I rubbed my body up and down against him, “Are you serious? Big Little Mr. Dean is very excited, isn’t he?”
“He’s happy you’re home.” Xavier kissed me, opening my mouth with his, letting me taste him and feel his excitement to finally have me in his world. “Come here.” He stopped kissing me and gently pulled me toward a balcony enclosed in glass. “It’s one way. We can see out, but no one can see in,” he said, caressing my shoulder.
The view was of all of San Francisco, in its beautiful mystery haze. I felt like a queen at the top of the world. He slipped my strap off my shoulder, and then off the other shoulder, and my dress tumbled to the floor. I stood before the world wearing only my panties. I turned to Xavier and swiped the shirt off his chest while he unbuttoned his jeans and slid out of them, grabbing his underwear with them, so he too was naked, his huge cock jutting out proudly from his body. His fingers went between my folds, and while I was wet, I was still a little sore from before.
“Are you tender?” he asked.
“Kind of.” I bit my lip, a little embarrassed.
His mouth took a nipple and gently sucked which made arousal pool between my thighs. He always knew how to excite me. His finger slid in and massaged my vaginal walls, soothing the soreness. Even though he was gentle, I gritted my teeth some.
“Sit down, love.” He maneuvered me back to the couch on the terrace. I sat down, and he spread my legs. “There are other ways to make BLMD happy.” He then kissed all the way down my stomach to my dripping pussy as his tongue lapped the juices and sucked my aching nub into his mouth as he nibbled and sucked on my clit.
I flooded his mouth with cum as I gasped and moaned my release. His devilish little tongue then slid inside of me hard and strong as Xavier proceeded to fuck me with his tongue in and out, his finger swirling on my clit as I felt the tension knot in my stomach again. A few more strokes of his tongue, and I was a sloppy mess.
“Oh, my God, Xavier,” I panted. “Ah … I love you.”
He kissed my pussy and peeked over my mound. “You better,” he teased as he kneeled before me. I sat up and was about to return the oral favor, taking his cock into my hand, but he gently stopped me. He dipped his fingers back into my pussy and brought them back glistening with my arousal, which he slathered on his cock and proceeded to jerk himself off.
“I can do that,” I said, wanting to touch him.
“You can help.” He grabbed my hand, and we worked together as he hardened in our hands.
“Do you want me to sit on you? Or maybe we can stand?” Both seemed a bit overwhelming, but my pussy was so happy and sated, I wanted him that way too.
“I want you like this,” he said, becoming breathless with each stroke.
Our hands moved faster and faster until his face grimaced, and he clenched his jaw. “I’m gonna cum,” he cried as he shot a huge wad of semen right onto the folds of my pussy and then another and other as he mewled and groaned.
When he was done, I bent over and kissed his cock, just as he had my pussy.
“I love you, Mrs. Dean,” he said as he stood up and pulled me onto his lap and just held me there.
As he held me, he swirled his name in the cum on my stomach and pussy. “Will you marry me?” he asked. “A proper wedding with a big crazy dress and a million people?”
“If it makes you happy, I will marry you on national television.” I kissed him and knew the man holding me in his arms was my happily ever after, and more.
Epilogue
Xavier
We had an insanely big wedding a year to the date after our first wedding. Damon was my best man and Claudia, Arcadia’s maid of honor. It was opulent, lavish, expensive, and very highly publicized. Our story had become the romance of the decade and was in all the magazines and papers. We left out most of the horror she suffered but alluded to her reason for escaping, though I made sure that part was played down for her sake and the sake of our future children.
She was the face of my brand even though she was a marine biologist. People couldn’t get enough of her. My women’s line was almost hotter than my men’s, and Xavier Dean Designs became one of the most sought-after brands in the world. She finished her master’s degree a year after our wedding, and we split our time between the loft and our mansion in Costa Rica.
I learned to live a lot more and enjoy my life better, and it was all due to the vivacious whimsy of my wife. One day while swinging in our double hammock on our beach in Costa Rica, I asked her to stop taking her birth control. We’d been married for two years, she had her masters and was working with a scientific group with a grant to study whale migration which allowed her to travel between San Francisco and Latin America. My brand couldn’t be hotter, and I felt a call to create a family.
I knew she felt the same tug because of the way she looked at children, especially those of the locals in the village who were being raised in a carefree and loving nature.
“Honey,” I started. “How do you feel about no longer taking birth control?”
She looked at me, her soft beautiful eyes shining in the sun. “Are you okay with that? I mean, it’s okay?” She tried to repress the enormous smile forming on her lips, but she couldn’t.
“I’m ready. I want to be a father; more importantly, I want to be a better father than yours was.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She kissed me all over my face, the little crazy.
I suggested we try as soon as she wanted, and we’d keep at it until she was pregnant. Well, we started that afternoon. Every time I filled her with my seed, I thought about what we were creating. A mix of both of us, a child who would be blessed with parents who loved and cherished them as much as we loved and cherished each other. She promised to continue to love me and make time for BLMD whenever he wanted to play.
And … she made good on that promise. Xavier Phillip Dean the Second was born ten months later, and even though we were up for nightly feedings and he was kind of a cranky baby, we always made time for each other and our love … and other interests. After the baby, Arcadia focused more on her work and less on being the face of my brand. Instead, our family, the three of us, became our trademark.
I started a new venture into whimsical, playful children’s clothes that a kid could get dirty and would easily wash out and be long-lasting. It was fashion industry gold, and Arcadia laughed at how ridiculously rich we were, so we funded a school in the Village where we lived in Costa Rica which offered top education to the local students. Even our own son went to school there. After Junior was born, we spent most of our time in Costa Rica, only returning to San Fran every few months to check on the business. I was happier than I ever thought I would be. Arcadia and I sometimes disagreed, well, we often disagreed, but never fought. We loved each other too much not to communicate and work out our differences. Most of the time we disagreed about my lavishing her because she worked so hard as a biologist, wife, and mother to our son. She was my everything.
Arcadia
I loved watching Junior, who was five, and Xavier play in the sand together. Xavier was so carefree when he was with our son. They were on a turtle hunt as the sea turtles had returned to our part of the ocean, but mostly they were building a tall sandcastle. Junior wanted it to go higher than daddy’s head.
Xavier was still
an incredible lover, and my very best friend on earth. We tried to make love every day as we always had, but it was getting just a tiny bit harder these last few days of my pregnancy. Xavier always teased me that having sex would induce labor, and he was right, that’s what did the trick with Junior, so he was committed to the same method with Everleigh who was very near her due date.
Xavier was a little worried about being a father to a girl, but I promised him he’d be perfect, just as he was with Junior. He was a beautiful husband, and a great human being; he’d be everything a little girl would ever want in a father.
For me, I was looking forward to being a mother again. I loved being Junior’s mother, and I was excited to meet Everleigh. I wasn’t sure if she’d complete our family and neither was Xavier; we both found parenting to be a great addition to our already wonderful lives. It wasn’t always all good, and having two would make it harder, but Xavier and I had learned to weather every storm together; raising kids would be no different. We were partners in everything.
I was now a full member of the science team, and my job was hectic, but not so much so I couldn’t be there for Xavier and attend functions he wanted to show me off at, or I wanted to be there to enjoy the accolades he received. We had a nanny, but I went to school functions as we were the benefactors of the school and made sure I was present for all the important things in Junior’s life; it would be the same for our daughter.
As I watched Xavier build a sandcastle over his head, I couldn’t help being grateful for that drunken night oh so many years ago when I married the perfect man on a whim.
THE END
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Chapter 1
Lilli
“There’s a guy looking at your ass from that window.” Anna laughed as she pulled me back into the Uber. “You should give him a little show.”
Anna was the kind of friend that could convince anyone to do something crazy. She was fun, carefree, and wild beyond her years. I had only recently connected with her, but she had really spiced up my partying life.
“He’s probably already getting a pretty damn good show. I don’t have on any panties,” I said with a giggle.
For fun, I wiggled my ass back and forth while I continued to lean into the car window and talk to my girlfriends. My legs were wobbly from our evening of drinking and dancing, and I used the time to gather my focus before I had to walk into my house.
“Oh, you’re naughty. Let’s give him a real show,” Anna said as she jumped out of the vehicle and wrapped her arms around me to give me a giant hug.
I had lost my balance as she swung the door open and was barely standing when she wrapped her arms around me. Anna was shorter than me, but she still managed to lift me off the ground. Her arms stayed locked around my waist, and my skirt pressed up toward the crest of my ass. I glanced up at the window as she spun me around and saw my handsome neighbor standing shirtless in his bedroom, watching us. I could only imagine what he was thinking as he looked down at our silly group of girls making so much noise after our night of partying on a weeknight.
He wasn’t even hiding the fact that he was watching us. The light in his bedroom was on, and the curtains were wide open as he stood there with a mischievous smirk on his face. I’d only been back home for a couple of weeks, but a handsome neighbor was certainly one of the perks of being back under my parents’ roof. He was mysterious and much better looking than any of the men I normally hung out with. I estimated he was a few years older than me; okay, actually he was probably ten years older than me, but that didn’t matter for the flirting we were doing.
“He’s still there,” I said to Anna as she sat me down. “But I’m too drunk to stay out here any longer. I’ll see you girls later. I need to get to my bed.”
“Bye Lilli,” Amy yelled from the other side of the vehicle. “Be good, or don’t be good and just go over to that hot guy’s house.”
“See you when I see you,” Rebecca added.
“Are you sure you don’t want to make out and really drive that guy crazy?” Anna asked. “I bet he’s already ragging hard just looking at your ass.”
“No Anna.” I laughed. “I think I’ll pass. I’m not into torturing the poor guy. Plus, I don’t really want to kiss you. No offense.” I giggled as I tried to steady myself against the car.
“Okay, but don’t say I never offered.”
“I promise I won’t say that.”
“Goodnight super-hot neighbor dude,” Anna yelled out as she blew him a kiss.
I reluctantly turned toward the window and waved apologetically as I shook my head at how loud Anna had been. It was three o’clock in the morning. She wasn’t just going to get the hot neighbors attention; she was going to get the attention of the whole damn neighborhood. My upper-class Chicago neighborhood wasn’t exactly a hot spot for late night party girls. Most of my neighbors worked and had families, and one had even mentioned that I seemed to be ‘having a lot of fun’ when they ran into my mother at the grocery store.
My neighbor’s slight grin turned into a full blown smile as he closed his curtains and turned the light off in his room after I waved at him. He didn’t seem like the type of guy who got upset about the noise my friends and I made when coming home from our nights in the town. Over the last few weeks he hadn’t come to the window very often, but occasionally I’d seen him glancing out the window to see what the commotion was. He almost never had a shirt on, which was really how he got his nickname “Hot Neighbor”. I appreciated the ripples of his abs every time I saw him.
He had a scruffy shadow of a beard and a deep olive skin tone. His short brown hair was always messed up like he didn’t have a care at all. I had no idea what he did for work, but from what I heard from my parents, he traveled a lot and had some unusual hours. My hot neighbor was definitely older than I was, but I couldn’t really tell by how many years, and I liked that mystery. I had never actually met the man, only flirted from a distance with quick glances through our windows. He was the perfect fantasy guy.
From what I could figure, my neighbor was gone for long periods of time, and I assumed he was doing top-secret work, or at least that’s what I thought about when I fantasized about him. I’d asked my mother about him, and she said he never had people over, and she’d seen him loading up a single suitcase on several occasions. I’d seen him go out jogging before but never at the same time of the day, so his schedule wasn’t something I could figure out in the short time I had been home. He did tend to stay up late, though, and I’d seen his lights on at all hours of the night, but I hadn’t had the opportunity to talk to him yet.
“Okay get going,” I said to the girls as I tapped on the roof of the car.
The car slowly took off, and I turned to walk inside. I could barely keep myself upright as my heels wobbled in the cobblestone of my parents’ driveway. My mother had insisted on putting the rocky stone into our driveway instead of a regular cement slab. She obviously hadn’t been thinking about how hard it would be for me to walk in at three o’clock in the morning with my 4-inch heels and a plethora of alcohol in my system.
The five martinis I’d been sipping on all night long were rushing through my blood stream as I tried to unlock my front door. The key flopped around in my hand, slipped through my fingers, and was decidedly uncooperative as I spent at least five minutes trying to get into my house. It was a good thing my parents were heavy sleepers, or I’d surely have heard an earful from them with all the noise I was making.
As the key finally slipped into the lock, I looked up at the neighbor’s window just to make sure he hadn’t seen that debacle. There were no lights on so I
couldn’t tell if he had seen me or not, but I hoped he had not. The last thing I wanted him to see was me fumbling and nearly falling as I’d tried to make it into my house; that wasn’t a very ladylike picture at all.
I slipped my heels off as I ascended the wooden stairs of our grand foyer and then walked down the hallway toward my room. Our house was much larger than it needed to be. My parents had their master bedroom on the main floor and never even came upstairs now that all of us kids were older. The upstairs consisted of four very large bedrooms, all with their own bathrooms and walk-in closets. Mine was on the east side of the home and faced the hot neighbor’s house.
I flipped the light on as I walked into my room and then quickly turned it back off so my neighbor couldn’t see into my room as easily. I wasn’t sure if he was still up or if he even cared to look in my room that night, but to give myself the upper hand, I left the light off. My fingers slipped around the smooth blue curtain that covered my window as I pushed it open. In the dark of my bedroom, I had a clear view into the master suite of the hot guy’s house. It was dark also, so I assumed he had gone off to bed.
I didn’t bother to slide my dress off and instead fell right onto my bed as I closed my eyes and gave in to the exhaustion that I felt in every muscle of my body. The morning would be there sooner than I wanted it to be. With my curtains left open, I’d be able to wake up as the sun rose and hopefully get a nice breakfast and run before it warmed up too much.
***
“We are leaving Lillian, grunt if you are still alive up there,” my father yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
I heard his words and rolled over in bed as I tried to gather my voice to respond. I had clearly slept past the sunrise and well into the early morning hours if my parents were already on their way out for the day.
“I’m alive,” I said without opening my eyes.
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