by Amber Burns
Next she loosened the soil, pulling up any weeds that had sprung up. She turned compost into the freshly turned soil and then placed pumpkin seeds. This is where Michel found her when he returned from running errands, in the middle of her future pumpkin patch.
He picked her up out of the dirt and took her inside, sat her at the kitchen table and made her a cup of tea.
“Baby, you’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.”
He came and sat down next to her and held her hand, “We can do this thing.”
They had picked a room at the back of the house to paint and decorate as a nursery, and after the riding, they spent the afternoons up to their elbows in lime green paint. Michel stopped mid-stroke up the window facing wall and came to kiss her.
“You are looking amazing Mrs. Deverroux, I especially like this.”
He patted her small belly, only just beginning to show. Time passed fluidly, and Michel and Annabelle harvested their pumpkins, they completed the painting of the nursery, and they acquired a flock of chickens. The house was beautiful, Roy was in heaven and had started spending his days on a tractor in new cornfields.
Art and Eva sent pictures of the yacht Michel had not completed, that Art had finished and was now sailing. They were leaving soon on a coastal trip and didn’t know when they’d be back. Life was looking good on all fronts.
Epilogue
Michel took the tiny baby in his arms as the doctor handed her to him.
“Your daughter, Mr. Deverroux.”
The little one was wrapped in sterile drapes and still had the surgical green scrub material around her. She let out another lusty cry in her father’s arms as he smiled down at her with tears in his eyes.
He came to stand at Annabelle’s side as she sat back, her brow coated in sweat and her hair plastered to her forehead. He put one arm around her shoulders tenderly, and leaned close to her.
“You did it, look at this perfect little person you made Annabelle.”
She started sobbing.
“I am so sore and so terrified and still not sure this is real.”
She gasped in his arms. He kissed her, and they clung to each other.
“We did it Michel, we managed our very own happy ending,” she said, still crying as she took the baby from him.
He laughed, “This is not the end of our story Annabelle, we have only just begun…”
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“I want more,” she breathed and she was arching up onto her tiptoes to kiss me again.
The Kisses were becoming more heated and she seemed to have this desire to touch and explore me, her hands tracing up my chest and toying with my beard. Throbbing of an unpleasant variety began, I think it was because of the angle I was standing at. I needed relief. I needed to sit down. I pulled away and she made a soft noise of protest, I didn’t give her time to over think it. I tugged her into the living room and found the couch. I sat on it heavily and pulled her down to me. I pulled her against my side and caught her mouth, pain hadn’t taken away that growing hunger I had for her. She kissed me with equal fever, her hands going back to my chest and mapping it out through my shirt. I could only imagine what would happen when she really got going.
I decided to chance it, pulling away from her mouth and tracing the path along her jaw to her throat with my teeth and tongue. Her breaths came out in gasps in my ear, she didn’t try to stop me or pull away. If anything she encouraged me, her hands went up my shoulders and into my hair. As soon as her nails scraped along my scalp it was like a button was pushed. I tugged her into my lap, pulling her flush against me so she felt the hardness of my dick between her thighs. I might’ve growled, I dunno heat of the moment. I cupped a breast, feeling her fill my palm and wanting nothing more than to paw it out of her shirt and bra to feel skin on skin. I got no protests, only gasps and low moans of encouragement as I pulled my mouth along the length of her neck.
I made the mistake of letting go of her hips, because it wasn’t long after I started exploring her that her hips started shifting and rolling against me. She was riding me through our clothes, pressing down and making it clear that it felt good to do it. We were dry humping like teenagers. I didn’t even bother to stop her, if anything I was just as caught up in it as she was.
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Thomas kissed her temple as he slowly wrapped her scarf around her eyes. That very first moment of being deprived of her eyesight, Enya felt shivers run through her whole body. She panicked, and her first thought was to ask him to release her.
“Breath, darling” Thomas whispered the calming words into her ear.
Placing his hands on her hips, he slowly turned her body and pulled her closer to that she was leaning against his hard chest. He was the anchor she needed to trust if she hoped to survive this night, and enjoying it.
Both of Thomas’ hands ran up her body, touching her stomach. With the tip of his finger, he circled her navel and thrust lightly into that little hole she never thought would be so sensitive. His hands continued their journey upward until he was cupping both her breasts in his hands. Her heartbeat was so fast and so loud that Enya was sure Thomas could hear it clearly. He squeezed the soft globe in his hand and jolts of pleasure burst inside her body.
Every little touch felt so much more intense; every puff of his breath on her skin made her jump, making her aware of the hundreds of tiny bumps that rose on her skin; every word he said echoed through her soul and found its reflections in her throbbing clit.
He unzipped her dress and pushed it down her shoulders. The light fabric caressed her body as it revealed her to him. With it gone, she was standing in front of him in her underwear and the scarf around her eyes. She wondered what he thought, whether he liked her or not. Enya could only guess he did from his heavy, uneven inhales of air.
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“Ryker,” her breathy moan driving me crazy.
She tilts her chest towards my seeking mouth, arching for the closer nipple to settle between my lips. I suck happily, releasing with a pop. Her other tit is a bit of stretching on my part and hers.
Under her butt I feel my cock lengthening, engorging with blood.
“Again, please,” Astra frees her nipple from my mouth. Her cheeks are flushed, and I’d worry that her cold resurfaced if we weren’t about to go horizontal for the third time. “Please, Ryker, again.”
Her begging is helping revive me.
She takes charge of her own destiny. Her wetness brushing my dick as she shifts, wrapping her legs around me, her beautiful large breasts swaying in my face in the seconds it takes for her to settle in her new position.
“Baby, yes,” I massage her legs, keeping still over her fleshy hips at her teasing rubbing. Not to be outdone I thrust back against her.
Astra aids me by bending back. Her hips are gyrating, saying much more than she’s able to. I dig into her hip bones and settle her core over my renewed erection. I’m holding on tighter, gritting my tight at the beautiful friction.
She feels so fucking good. Her cunt hugs me, her body welcoming me home as I lift her up, take her to my tip and expose myself to the contrast of the cool air in the room and her hot, hot body before plunging back in.
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Allie stared up at me, her eyes showing excitement and fear with a touch of desire mixed in. I bit my lip, moving down t
o kiss her deeply. The hand that wasn’t resting on my stomach went to my hair, pulling at it and playing with the strands. I kissed the beautiful woman below me as if the only oxygen left in the universe was in her lungs.
After several minutes of gentle moaning and lack of oxygen, I forced myself to pull away. Allie panted for breath staring up at me with wide eyes. Her fingers reached down towards my belt, obviously unsure of herself. I frowned shaking my head.
“If you’re not ready, you’re not ready. All I want is for you to feel good.”
Allie seemed to be considering it, so I made the decision for her. I moved down her body, kissing every inch of skin I could reach. At her panties, I diverged, kissing her left thigh gently. I then moved to the right, anything but what I could see she wanted.
“Chase, please, please. I-I want it so bad,” my lover whimpered, “Please don’t make me beg.”
I grinned and moved inwards, moving her panties aside and slowly breathing onto her already aroused pussy.
“Ah,” Allie gasped quickly, “Please don’t torture me.”
I leaned closer, watching her face as she waited in anticipation. I grinned wickedly, loving her desperate need for me. I pressed my tongue against her clit and wiggled it.
Allie surprised us both my cumming fiercely after only a few licks from my tongue. Her hips bucking and her head thrown back in a moan. I watched my love ride through the pleasure, allowing her to come down from the high before kissing her passionately. Our tongues tangled this time, allowing her to taste her juices on my mouth. I could tell Allie was still concerned about not reciprocating, little did she know I would abstain forever if I could just watch her as she climaxed with those adorable moans.
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“Is that why you are here?” She looked into his eyes. The green of her irises was even brighter wetted with her tears.
“I’m here because that’s where I need to be. For whatever you need me – I’m by your side,” he vowed. He meant every single word he said and hoped she believed him. He was a fool to stay away for so long.
Adel regarded him for long moments. Her eyes had gotten sharper – more determined, more desperate. Rage feared of what he would find there if he delved into the very depths of her endless gaze.
“What if I need you to fuck me senseless? So hard, that I forget everything else around me. Can you do that, Rage?”
It was the first time he had heard her use his nickname. She was the only one who had stubbornly refused to call him anything but his real name. He got it now – she did not need Dave to hold her, to make love to her. He needed Rage – the biker in his leather cut – the wild beast to devour her, to fuck her pain away.
If that was what she needed, Dave was going to give it to her. More than anything in the world he would want to be caring and tender to her, but he had promised to give her everything she needed, to let her use him to heal her wounds. He could be the bad boy she desired.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he spoke in his commanding voice, which he knew was turning her on so much. He lifted her tiny body in his arms and walked toward her bedroom.
Wild and rough, he reminded himself.
