by Sasha Spice
“You leave us alone forever,” Stella goes on, “and I won’t let him kill you.”
“Oui, oui, yes,” Henri says in a rush, his eyes flicking from her to me and back again.
Figures. He’s a fucking coward at heart. The worst ones always are.
“Now, get out,” Stella says.
“Oui, merci, merci...” he blubbers. Then, without so much as a glance at the sons-of-bitches who he roped into this mess, he scampers out of the house. I stand in the front doorway and watch him hop in his car and speed off, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake.
Turning back into the house, I close the door and watch Stella rifle through the upended pillows and broken objects until she finds her coat. She holds it up like it was some kind of treasure.
“You’re obsessed with that thing,” I say, stepping close to her. “What’s the deal?”
She looks up from the coat and gives me a flirtatious smile. Then, she tears at the lining of the coat. With a ripping sound, some of it comes apart. She goes to the coffee table and upends the coat.
With a sound like tinkling chimes, three small Canadian diamonds slip out of the coat’s lining and onto the tabletop. I stare at them as they glitter in the light.
I’m no expert, but even I can tell they probably amount to a small fortune. More than enough, I figure, to cover the expenses Stella’s got. And then some.
She gives me a look of triumph. I swear to God there’s a hint of seduction in her eyes, as well. Like winning’s turned her on.
She’s not alone. More than lust, though, I feel a swell of emotion in my chest. It powers me forward, bringing me right up to her. I place a hand on her cheek and turn her face to mine.
I find the next words easy to say. They escape from my lips with a fervor unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
“I love you, too.”
Then I plant a deep, passionate kiss on her lips.
It doesn’t stop there.
Twenty
Stella
We fuck in front of the fireplace in Rob’s grandfather’s house. Well, it’s officially our place now.
I straddle him as he lays on the floor. Being on top is one of my favorite positions, anyway. It’s also pretty much the best way for us to make love these days. Given my situation.
My knees press into the new rugs we’ve laid down. Actually, most of the furniture and accessories in here are new. We did our best to get rid of any trace of the violence that happened here a year ago.
We’ve also had to start baby-proofing the place.
The firelight dances across my swollen, pregnant belly as I slowly circle my hips around him. He groans and I feel the vibrations all the way down in his cock, pressed deep inside me.
I take his hands in mine and place them on my full breasts. He grips them, swirling his fingers around my hard nipples. I arch my head back as little pulses of ecstasy pop through me. It’s hard to believe I could want someone so fully, so completely. Fortunately, he’s more than enough to fill me.
I put my hands on his chest and begin to increase our rhythm. He matches my tempo perfectly and I can feel his cock sliding along that hot button inside me.
“Oh, Rob, mmm.” That’s all I can say because the quick jolts of joy he’s giving me are reducing my words to little chips of pleasure.
Rob’s fixed up the old house. It’s starting to feel like home. Screwing in every room and on every surface has helped.
Since we decided to settle down here, Rob found a job at the local greenhouse/nursery. They like him there, especially the little old ladies who come for the flowers and shrubs to fill their gardens.
Don’t think I don’t tease him about all his ‘girlfriends’. Working there is a far cry from his army days. I think that’s why he likes it so much.
I brace myself against his body with my hands on his solid, rock-hard pecs. Retiring from a life of action hasn’t meant he’s let his body go soft. The strength he puts into the small thrusts he starts giving me is also evidence of that.
He slides in and out, my wetness making it easy for him. I quicken our pace and watch in delight as he bites his lip in building pleasure.
I’ve been able to get a job up here tutoring French at the local college. Speaking it regularly gives me a connection to my father’s memory that’s got nothing to do with smuggling. I like that. On the weekends, I visit sick kids in the hospital. I do what I can to spread some joy and give them some hope.
I guess starting a family with Rob is another way of committing to hope.
He’s angled himself just right, so that every thrust touches my hotspot. Louder and louder gasps escape from me as increasing waves of pleasure radiate out from where we’re connected. Rob sits up, which pushes him even deeper into me, and I groan with gratitude as a new burst of delight charts its course through my entire body.
He wraps one of his powerful arms around my waist and buries his face into the depths between my breasts. He loves how big they’re getting, and I delight in the attention he pays them.
His tongue gets to work, sliding to one of my nipples, as he alternately circles it, then sucks it into his mouth. I feel it gets even harder at his touch.
Meanwhile, I’m getting so wet between my legs, it’s like he’s pushing into a slippery well. I tighten my muscles around his cock to give him the extra friction he needs. That produces a groan of pleasure from him that inspires me to quicken the rhythm of my circling my hips.
His tongue slips over to my other breast and repeats its routine on my other, grateful nipple.
We’re more than secure financially, these days. I’m able to send money home to my mother. She’s doing much better, and she can’t wait to be a grandmother.
All around, things couldn’t be better—including this sex life, which hasn’t missed a beat even since my pregnancy began.
“Baby, baby,” Rob says. He slows a little, bringing me back from the edge of my mounting climax. He wraps a hand around the back of my head, his fingers splayed in my hair, fixing my eyes on his.
I keep rolling my hips as he talks. It’s like treading water in the midst of rushing rapids. At any minute, I could let go and be swept away. I wonder what he’s got to say that can’t wait.
“You know it’s...been a year...since you hopped in my cab?” he says between panting breaths.
“Mm-hm,” I say, my hands fondling my own breasts as the plateau of pleasure threatens to drive me wild.
“And we’re about to have a beautiful baby...” He puts his other hand on my belly.
The thought of raising a child with him adds a new layer of emotion to our lovemaking. I start finding it hard to keep from giving over to the explosion building up inside of me.
Apparently, he does, too, because he starts increasing his thrusting. Still gentle, but there’s a fervor behind it that makes my insides quiver. I’m so close and I let out little whimpers of encouragement for what he’s doing as I feel the dam within me ready to burst.
“So, I was...wondering...” he gasps.
“Yeah?” Jesus, I’m almost there…
“Will you...marry me?”
I ride him for all he’s worth, slipping along the entire length of his cock. He’s like a key that unlocks every good feeling in my body. The excitement spreads from my toes to the ends of my hair.
“Yes! Yes!” I shout as I start to come. “Fuck yes!”
“Ahhh!” he calls out as he explodes deep into me, even as I wash over him with my own climax.
Waves of intense satisfaction continue to power through me while I collapse over him as far as my pregnant belly allows. Our lips meet. We kiss, our tongues pressing deep, our breathing heavy.
I can still feel him thrumming inside me, and each little pulse gives me an aftershock of delight.
We stay like that for a long time, the fire crackling, its orange glow glinting on our sweaty bodies.
One adventure is in our past. Another is just beginning.
Sasha Spice, Love Me Tonight
