The Most Beautiful Girl In The World

by Rachel Burns

  “That’s a good reason.”

  “Do you want to have a baby again?” she asked him.

  “I don’t know, Emily. Guys see things differently. I do know that I’ll love the baby when he gets here.”

  “You mean when he or she gets here,” Emily corrected him with a smile on her face.

  Oliver set their luggage down on the bed. They were in a fertility clinic in Switzerland, and it was snowing outside. “I usually come here to ski,” he told her.

  “Really? I’ve never been. You’ll have to teach me after the baby is born.”

  “That was something that I wanted to talk to you about too. If this works, and you get pregnant, then you aren’t going to be allowed to do anything. I’m serious Em, breathing and a little walking. No running, and no other exercises with Samantha.”

  “I’m in great condition to have a baby. I have the muscles and the fat needed.”

  “Thank God for that. I certainly don’t want to sleep with a twig.”

  “I’ll never be a twig.” She smiled at her husband’s disgusted face, loving that he loved her curves and extra pounds. He was a breast man, which was rare for daddies. He’d been right back then when he told her that they were destined to be together.

  Emily and Oliver were seated in front of an empty desk, waiting for a doctor to give them their results. “I do like the idea of adoption. You can meet a child beforehand and get to know them.”

  “That’s an option. We can do that.” Emily had started to wonder if it hadn’t been a fluke that she’d gotten pregnant so easily the first time. If that were the case, and Oliver couldn’t give her a child, then adoption would be the only solution.

  “Even if we can have a child, we should adopt. A needy child would love to have us as parents.” Oliver was nervous and babbling. He knew what they were going to hear. The doctor looked very concerned when he was examining Emily. Emily would blame herself. His uncle was taking some prescription drug to help with his depression. A baby would work wonders for the family.

  The door opened, and the doctor came in. Oliver stood up slightly to show his respect.

  “I have bad news and good news. Which would you like to hear first?” the doctor asked, sitting down behind his desk.

  “The good news,” Emily answered.

  “You two are the perfect couple for an artificial insemination.”

  “That’s good, right?” Emily asked Oliver.

  Oliver nodded at her. “What’s the bad news?” he asked.

  “I doubt you two can get pregnant in the traditional way. Mrs. Keaton isn’t a candidate for multiples. That means one egg, and I doubt that we’ll get a second chance. She has too much damage from her miscarriage.”

  “But we have a chance.” Emily wasn’t going to let the men talk over her head.

  “Yes, one chance. If you need a moment to think about it, you may. But if you want to try, we need to act soon before she progresses in her cycle.”

  The doctor was doing it again. “We want to do it today yet,” Emily told him.

  “You have a couple of days to decide, Mrs. Keaton. Perhaps you want to discuss it.”

  Oliver took hold of Emily’s hand and held it tightly. “We don’t need to discuss it. This is why we’re here.”

  “There are other options,” the doctor informed them. “We have egg cells from your wife and sperm from you. A surrogate mother should also be considered. We could fertilize her eggs and transplant them into another woman.”

  “We’ve decided to take this one chance, and if it doesn’t work, we’ll go that route.” Oliver used his business voice. He wasn’t going to let this doctor push his wife around. “Isn’t that right, Emily?”

  Emily smiled at her husband with so much pride. “I agree with my husband.”

  “I’ll have my people get everything ready.”

  Oliver’s hold on Emily tightened.

  Chapter 20

  Oliver paced up and down while Emily sat quietly on the bed. She was late, but only by two days. They said that might happen.

  They’d already taken two pregnancy tests. The first was negative, but the second had been positive. Because they came in packs of three, Oliver insisted that Emily take another one.

  He looked at his watch. “Okay, let’s go look.” He held his hand out to Emily.

  She took it, and they went into the bathroom. The three tests were lying out on the counter. “Which one was it again?”

  “I’m not sure.” Oliver looked at them. Two were positive and one was negative.

  “I think I might be pregnant.” Emily smiled at Oliver. She was glowing.

  “I think so too. We’ll go to the doctor’s tomorrow.” Oliver took hold of her like she was a breakable porcelain doll. “Maybe, you should lie down.”

  “Daddy, don’t be silly.” She had to smile at his concern.

  “This house has an elevator. You’re not using the stairs anymore,” he informed her.

  “Okay, I understand.”

  “If the servants clean the floors, they should put up wet floor signs. And no going outside when it’s icy. I want you inside by a fire, under a blanket, for the rest of your pregnancy.”

  “What about school?” she asked.

  Oliver thought about it. He knew how important her friends were to her, especially Samantha. “Okay, but not on days when it’s snowing.”

  “Okay, Daddy. I’ll follow all of your rules.”

  “You better, Em. I’m warning you.” Oliver lifted up his finger and shook it at her.

  “You wouldn’t spank me while I was pregnant would you?”

  “No, but I would threaten to do it.” The sides of his mouth curled up. “Our baby has come back home, Em.”

  “We’ve been blessed with a second chance.”

  They called his parents and uncle and shared the good news with them. Then Emily talked to Samantha for over an hour about the pregnancy. She told Samantha that she and Ronald would be the godparents.

  Samantha told Ronald, who went right to work designing a baptismal gown. Emily heard him mutter that no godchild of his would wear a plain white gown. “Tell her that I need to know the baby’s gender as soon as possible.”

  Oliver demanded attention from his wife by moving her hair to the side and kissing the back of her neck.

  “I have to go now. I’ll talk to you again later, Samantha.”

  “Goodbye, Emily and congratulations.”

  “Thank you.”

  Oliver took the phone from her and turned it off. He laid it to the side and knelt down in front of Emily, parting her knees so he had room. He kissed her and rubbed over her clitoris. “I love you so much. You’re amazing.”

  “No, I’m not. I was lucky. This was pure luck.”

  “You have your opinion, and I have mine.” Oliver rubbed a little harder, making Emily gasp.

  She lifted up her legs, pulling them to her chest.

  Oliver took the opportunity to remove her panties. He looked at her beautiful secret lips. Moisture was already gathering to welcome him in for an intimate kiss.

  “I once heard that pregnant women are sometimes horny. If that happens, I want you to come to me immediately.”

  Emily grinned, and then she pretended to be serious. “Of course, I will.” She took hold of the arms of the chair and moaned softly as she lifted her knees higher.

  “I can see that you need me already. As a good husband, I’ll see to all of your needs.” He unzipped his trousers and opened his belt. “Stay exactly the way you are.” He took hold of his penis and massaged it as he looked at Emily’s open parted legs. He leaned down and licked over her clitoris, teasing her and intensifying her need.

  Emily moved her legs so they were over his shoulder, keeping him in place where she needed him. “I love you, Daddy.”

  “I love you too baby. Are you ready for me?”

  “Oh yes, Daddy. I need you,” she said, breathlessly.

  Oliver slowly and carefully thrus
t into her. He took his time as he made love to her, driving her crazy with need.

  When he felt her nails scratching his back through his clothing, he knew that she was about to come. He closed his eyes and thrust.

  Emily screamed out over and over as she came, calling Oliver’s name.

  Oliver filled her with his seed. He loved coming inside of her. His body didn’t need to know that he couldn’t get her pregnant because she already was.

  Chapter 21

  A couple of weeks later, they sat in a lodge with their close friends to celebrate a romantic Valentine’s weekend. Ronald was in charge of planning every year, and he took it very seriously. He had everything planned down to the smallest detail.

  “Brian is here in case Emily needs anything. He told me to remind you that you shouldn’t hesitate to call him.”

  “I won’t. Has he arrived yet?”

  “Not yet, but the snow is probably slowing him down,” Ronald answered.

  “That’s why we left early. I’d rather be trapped here than on the road.” Oliver was especially careful when it came to anything to do with Emily.

  “Where is Samantha?” Oliver asked.

  “The owner’s cat had kittens. So I’m certain that she’s ruining her new dress by getting it full of cat hairs. Every time she has to wear I dress, I end up having to spank her.” Ronald rolled his eyes.

  Oliver got a feeling that they spanked for sexual reasons. He guessed that Samantha did something naughty to get him to spank her. To each their own, he thought.

  Oliver was glad that he’d only had to spank his Emily once. That one time had worked wonders with her attitude. They hadn’t had problems since.

  Emily was glad to be here with her daddy. He was able to spend time with his friends while she rested, so she didn’t have to feel guilty about that.

  While Ronald gave his announcements, Oliver laid his arm around Emily and watched her enjoy her cookie. Ronald had ordered heart shaped ones with pink frosting. Each cookie had a name written on it so everyone knew where to sit.

  When Emily finished her cookie, Oliver offered her his heart cookie. “My heart belongs to you.”

  “Thank you, Daddy.”

  “You’re welcome, baby.”

  Oliver spoke of hosting this Valentine’s weekend at the mountain lodge next year. It would be finished by then. Uncle Harrison had planned an area for a rose garden for Emily. He was doing so much better now that she was pregnant again.

  Emily planned to go to the rose garden and think about her baby. She wasn’t certain if this was the same baby, but the idea comforted her. She prayed that all would go well. Oliver was relaxing into the idea of becoming a father, and he even let her use the stairs.

  She looked around the table and saw so many friends and people who would soon be new friends.

  “Emily, dinner is ready. May I escort you?” Oliver held out his arm to her.

  “Yes, you may, Daddy.” She linked her arm through his, and they went down to the winter garden. Oliver made sure that Emily went down the stairs slowly.

  Oliver sat Emily down and pushed her chair.

  “I have a present for you.”

  “For me?”

  “Of course, for you. I stashed it here earlier.” He pulled out a wrapped up box with a pink satin ribbon.

  “Open it so no one can see what’s inside. It’s for your eyes only.”

  Emily opened the ribbon and lifted the lid. When she peeked inside, she saw a light pink see-through nightie with matching panties. “Daddy really.” She closed the box and tied the ribbon around it again. “Thank you, Daddy. I’ll wear it later.”

  “You bet you will.” He winked at her.

  They talked all night about anything that they could think of: baby names, where they wanted to spend Easter and about what Oliver planned to do to Emily when he got her alone.

  Emily protested, telling him that she had plans of her own.

  “Oh really? What are your plans for me?”

  Emily looked over her shoulder to make sure that no one could hear her. “I planned to spend some time on my knees in front of you.”

  Oliver’s penis jumped. The suggestion alone was enough to get him to respond to her. Suddenly, he was ready to retire for the evening.

  “You aren’t eating, Daddy,” Emily commented.

  “I’m sorry, what?”

  “They’re going to bring out the next course soon. You need to eat up.”

  Oliver looked at his plate. “You’re very good at distracting me.”

  Emily gave him a brilliant smile that told him that she didn’t feel bad about what she was up too.

  When they returned to their room, Oliver threw Emily’s present on the bed, and then he pinned her up against the wall. His hands went to her breasts. He kneaded them in his hands and kissed her until she was breathless.

  When Oliver stepped back so Emily could catch her breath, Emily gave him a shove in the direction of the bed.

  Oliver sat down on the bed, pretending to let himself be pushed around by his sexy little wife.

  Emily knelt down between his legs and opened his belt. She opened the buttons of his trousers, and then she tugged on his trousers, trying to remove them.

  Oliver lifted his bottom off of the bed so this game could continue. If his Emily wanted to be a dominant, then so be it. He was game to play along with anything as long as his penis ended up in her sweet mouth.

  Emily tugged his trousers and boxers down to his ankles. “What have we got here? Is this for me?” Emily peeked up at Oliver, who nodded at her eagerly.

  “It’s all yours, baby.”

  “I know. That’s how a marriage works.” She took hold of his penis and leaned over him. She licked over the tip of his penis in a circle.

  “That’s right, little guy. A gentleman stands up when a lady is present.”

  Emily giggled, and then she wrapped her lips around the tip and sucked. Each time she sucked, she moved her mouth down a little lower, taking him deeper into her mouth.

  Oliver had his hands behind him on the bed. He couldn’t see what she was doing. All he saw were her adorable soft dark curls.

  His hands lifted up off the bed, wanting to take hold of Emily’s head and forced her downwards faster, but he resisted. She didn’t need his help. He fought his primal need to control what was happening.

  “I love you so much, Emily.”

  Emily continued her sweet torture.

  Oliver’s hips flex upwards, forcing his penis further into her mouth. He forced himself to relax. “Are you okay, Em?”

  She released him and sat back on her heels. “You aren’t good at sitting still,” she commented.

  “You’re one to talk. You don’t stay still when I lick you either.”

  “Still, I think you need to practice a little restraint. I couldn’t choke you, but you could choke me. We’re going to practice this until you can sit still.” Emily hoped she sounded like a strict teacher as she scolded him, hoping this was what he wanted to hear.

  “We’ll be at this for years then.”

  “If that’s what it takes.” Emily opened her mouth wide and took him into her mouth deeply.

  Oliver was panting with pleasure. His hand was on the back of her head. She moved back up a little and circled his tip with her tongue.

  Emily knew how much her daddy liked this. She tried to do it at least once a week. The way he responded to her made her feel beautiful. His eyes would stay locked on her. He watched with almost disbelief on his face. Lust was clearly written in his eyes. She’d put that lust there. He wanted her.

  “Emily, I need you to get undressed as quickly as you can.” He removed his jacket and threw it on the floor. Then he hastily opened his shirt and chucked that away too. Emily was still working her magic on him. She needed to stop before it was too late.

  “Emily, listen to me.”

  She released him and smiled at him.

  “Good girl, now take off all of
your clothes and lie down on your back.”

  Emily nodded at him and quickly shed her things. Oliver was on his feet. He took hold of Emily and positioned her the way he wanted her.

  The second her body touched the bed, he knelt between her legs. He lifted her legs, so her knees were over his shoulders. With his fingers, he parted her hidden lips and looked at her.

  She was a little wet for him already, but he needed her to be dripping wet for what he’d planned. He was going to do her right on this special Valentine’s evening. On this day for lovers, he wanted to prove that they were among the best.

  Emily saw his head dip down. Her hands went to his copped hair, and she held onto him tightly. She felt it too. Tonight was going to be something special.

  Oliver licked over her until she came. Then he licked on. He hoped that the rooms were soundproof so no one would hear Emily, but if they did, they’d know that he was being a good lover for her.

  No one should ever be able to accuse him of being a selfish lover.

  “Please, Oliver, I can’t take it anymore. I need you inside of me.” Emily begged him to take her after the fourth orgasm.

  Oliver entered her, and she came immediately. Her pleasure gushed out of her, pushing him out. “What a welcome,” he praised Emily. “I love it when you squirt for me.”

  He entered her again and thrust as hard and as quickly as he could. He wasn’t finished driving her wild.

  Emily came again with a loud cry. She took hold of Oliver’s hips and tried to hold him in place.

  Oliver looked at the scratch marks and thought of them as trophies.

  Ronald had asked him about his scratches once, wanting to know what had happened.

  Oliver had been honest. He told him that Emily scratched him each time she came.

  Ronald’s eyes had widened. Oliver had a feeling that he and Emily were hotter lovers than Samantha and Ronald were.

  Emily was started to calm down, but Oliver was nowhere near finished.

  “Thank you, Daddy.” Emily smiled at him, clearly ready for a shower and bedtime.