by Katy Kaylee
When I looked up, he was in front of me, his eyes cloudy with desire, even as they were a bit hesitant.
“I can’t tell you all the dirty images running through my head.”
“You can show me.” I looped my arms over his shoulders.
“I can’t.” He nodded down toward my belly. “What will the baby think?”
I tried to hold back my snort but wasn’t successful. “The baby won’t know what we’re doing. Besides, that’s how he or she got there.”
“We won’t hurt it?” He dropped to his knees and kissed my belly. Because he was really kissing the baby, it didn’t have the erotic effect I’d been hoping for.
“No. And you’ll have the benefit of giving me what I need.”
He looked up at me. “You need me?”
“I do. And the fantastic O’s you give me.”
He stood. “God, I do want you.” His hands cupped and kneaded my breasts. “Are these bigger?”
“Yes. They might swallow your dick whole.”
He groaned. “You’re killing me Torryn.” But he kissed me with the passion and sensuality that told me he was going to please me. “If I hurt you, you tell me.”
“I will.”
Then he kissed me again as he turned me so my backside hit the table. A thrill ran up my body as I realized he was going to have me for dinner.
He kissed the top of my breasts as his hands reached behind me to release the clasp of the bra. My breasts fell free and his breath hitched.
“God Torry, your breasts…I’ve always loved your breasts.”
“Always?” I held his head to me as he suckled one, then the other nipple.
“The first hard-on I remember ever having was seeing you in a bikini in middle school.” He kissed me again. “The first wet dream was the one fucking your tits.”
I laughed. “We still haven’t done that fantasy justice yet.”
“We have time.” He cradled my face in the palms of his hands. “We have a lifetime.”
It wasn’t a marriage proposal, but I didn’t need one because I knew that we’d be together forever.
He kissed me, while his hands moved to my panties, pushing them down my legs. “You’re wet for me.”
“I’ve been wet for you since you brought me home from the hospital.”
He gently lifted me and set me on the edge of the table. Then he dragged a chair and sat between my legs.
He gave me a wicked grin. “Time to eat.”
Then his mouth was on me. Immediately he shot me to high heaven. I lay back on the table, gripping the edge as my hips ground against this mouth.
“Yes, yes, Lucas….”
I came so hard, I saw stars, but he wasn’t done. He sent me up and up, adding his fingers along with his clever mouth on my needy pussy until I was screaming his name again.
I was coming down when he quickly undid his pants. I sat up and worked his shirt off. I wanted him naked so we could be skin to skin.
“This won’t last long,” he said as he kicked off his pants and tossed his shirt aside.
“I need you, Lucas.”
He gripped my hips, and when I thought he’d thrust in hard, he took his time.
“Ah fuck, Torryn. So good…so damn good.” He pushed in until we were pelvis to pelvis.
“Please Lucas.”
“Anything for you sweetheart.” He began to move, slow but steady. Each slide building the friction.
He licked his thumb and pressed it against my clit. “Come for me Torryn. I always get off watching you come.”
My hips rose to his thrusts as I reached higher and higher to ultimate bliss.
“Come with me.” I gasped. I took my breasts in my hands and played with them, knowing he found it erotic.
“Yes, God…I’m coming Torryn.”
He thrust deep, and he sent me flying. We moved together and the pleasure went on and on until finally, he collapsed on me.
“Torryn? His arms wrapped around me and held me tight against him.
“Yes?” I held him just as tightly.
“I love you so fucking much.”
I smiled against his cheek as I kissed it. “Good. Because I love you so fucking much too.”
He lifted his head. “I’m going to have to stop saying fuck.”
I laughed. “But you don’t have to stop doing it.”
He grinned. “I love you so fu—much.”
Chapter 38
Lucas
They say the best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry. I knew this to be true. Six years ago, my life was completely plotted out and the center of it was Torryn. The government stole that from me…from us. Yet here we were, six years later, after a lot of hurt and tears, back on the path we’d set when we were eighteen and naïve about life.
I looked down on Torryn, sleeping peacefully next to me and my heart swelled so much, it was a wonder my chest could contain it. I’d been awake for some time, but I was content to lay next to her and watch her sleep. She needed her rest partly because she was growing our baby, but also, once she seduced me last night, my libido couldn’t be tamed. We made love on the dining room table, the couch (twice) and in bed (where I lost count).
When she motioned me to straddle her and lifted her tits to wrap around my dick, I was terrified my weight over her would hurt the baby, while at the same time I was so fucking turned on. I came in a matter of minutes all over those sweet beauties. Then we made love in the shower.
“Your thinking is waking me up,” her sleep filled voice said.
“I’m not thinking.”
“Oh?” She turned to me, smiled that gorgeous smile, and pressed her fantastic body against mine.
I pulled her close. “I’m remembering.”
“Good things I hope.” She pushed my hair off my brow, reminding me that I needed a haircut.
I put my hand on her ass and pulled her flush against my already growing erection. “I was remembering how you rocked my world last night.”
“I thought it was the other way around.”
I laughed, but then turned the conversation serious. “You’re okay this morning, aren’t you? I didn’t overdo it, did I?”
She lifted her leg up and over my hip, opening herself to me. “I don’t think that’s actually possible.”
I grinned. “You know, I love you so fu— shit—ah hell, how am I going to stop swearing?”
“We have time.”
“I guess we do.” I leaned forward and kissed her while sliding inside her sweet pussy. Home. Finally, I was home.
We took our time loving each other, moving slow, steady. Just before the big O pulled her over, I thrust in and held still.
“Lucas.” Her voice was a sigh and a desperate plea to keep moving.
“Torryn?”
Her heavy lids lifted, and in her eyes, I saw so much love it nearly brought tears to my own. “Lucas?”
“Will you marry me?”
Her breath hitched, and tears welled in her beautiful green eyes. Then they turned flirty. “Will you make me come if I agree?”
“As often as you want.”
Her fingers combed through my hair. “Then yes.” Then she let out a happy cry. “Oh yes, Lucas.”
I kissed her again and made good on my promise. I moved, making sure I hit all her favorite pleasure points until her head arched back and her body clamped around me, pulling me to join her in heaven.
I would have liked to have stayed there all day, but we had to get to work, and I had a few other plans up my sleeve.
“I’ll pick you up for lunch.” I kissed Torryn as I dropped her by her office and headed to mine to work. The morning took forever but finally, lunchtime arrived. I whisked her out of her office to lower Manhattan to the New York City Marriage Bureau.
Torryn laughed when she realized where we were. “You act fast.”
“We’ve waited too long already, don’t you think?”
She threw her arms around me and scattered kisses
all over my face. “Yes.”
“There’s one more thing.”
“Oh?”
Standing at the steps of the building, I dropped to one knee and pulled out the aquamarine and diamond engagement ring I’d bought the other afternoon when I’d told her I was going to a client meeting. I’d have to come clean about that, because today, there were no secrets between Torryn and me.
Once again, her eyes welled with tears.
“Lucas, it’s beautiful.” And there, in her work suit, she dropped to her knees in front of me and threw her arms around me again. “I love you so fucking much.”
I laughed and slid the ring on her finger.
She gave me a sly smile. “It’s aquamarine.”
“So, it is. When I saw it while I was out ring shopping the other day, I knew it was yours.”
“You spoil me, you know.” She lovingly pressed her hand to my cheek.
I shook my head. “I’m trying to give you all you deserve.”
There was a quick flash of guilt in her eyes, letting me know that her actions at the beginning of our second chance still haunted her.
I didn’t want her to dwell on it. “Come on, let’s get a marriage license.”
Later that night, Torryn showered me with love and orgasms until we both fell asleep exhausted.
The next day, as we were getting ready for work, I asked her, “How come you don’t wear the red dress I bought you to work?”
“It’s not really a work dress.”
“Sure it is.” I pulled it from the closet and handed it to her.
“You just want to ogle me at work.”
I flashed her a grin. “Well, that too.”
Fortunately, she indulged me. “Pretty soon I won’t be able to wear this for a while.”
“All the more reason to wear it now.”
At work, I once again dropped her by her office. “I’ll pick you up at lunch.”
She kissed me. “I’ll be here.”
When lunch came, I took her down the elevator and outside to where my car waited. Normally in the city, I didn’t bother driving. There was too much traffic and the hassle of parking, even in valet spots.
But I was a young rich man, so of course, I had to have an expensive sports car, in this case, a Porsche. I’d be trading it soon for a family vehicle, and I’d already checked out a Porsche SUV.
“We’re going out of the city today?” She asked as I helped her into the passenger seat.
“Yes, but it’s a surprise.”
“Long Island.” She said as we took 295 over the East River.
“Very astute.” I took her hand and brought it to my lips. I drove through the affluent neighborhood, and pulled in front of the classic style home, though not the French style I knew Torryn loved from her childhood. The home was brick with gables, a stone path, and large lawn.
“What’s this?” Torryn looked at me. She must have had a sense, so I searched her eyes hoping to see excitement there. They glittered at me.
“Let’s take a look.” I helped her from the car, and led her up the path. The door was open, and I escorted her into the large marble-floored foyer with the iron-railed staircase leading upstairs.
“Lucas. This is gorgeous.”
“You think so?” I took her hand and led her to the bright living room with tray ceiling and the large sunny kitchen with restaurant grade appliances. I brought her to the family room. “In here is a fireplace. You know, it gets cold in New York in winter. Colder than Natchitoches.”
She smiled at me with her brilliant green eyes. “It’s very cozy and romantic.”
“Up here are five bedrooms. The closet in the master bedroom is as big as your old apartment.”
She snorted. “Nearly everything is bigger than that apartment.”
“There’s a soaking tub and fancy shower…I’m pretty sure they both fit two people.”
“That would be worth testing.” She squeezed my hand. “But all these bedrooms.”
“They can be filled…over time.”
Her eyes shone with love and I couldn’t help but pull her to me for a sweet kiss.
“Is it ours?”
“If you want it, it is.” I didn’t want to buy a home without her input, but when I saw this house, it had Torryn written all over it.
“I bet it’s expensive.”
I bit back a laugh and instead tried to look serious. “Now might be a good time to tell you that I’m rich.”
She looked around the room but still hesitated. It was then I realized my stubbornly independent fiancé was feeling like she needed to pay for some of this.
“Hey.” I brought her attention back to me. “I’m not paying for this all by myself. I expect you to help. It’s your job furnish and decorate. And of course, fill the bedrooms.”
Her smile was so brilliant, it lit the whole room. My whole world.
She nodded. “Then yes. I want this house and to fill it with our children, Lucas.”
I let out a whoop and spun her around. “There’s one more thing to show you.” I led her back downstairs and toward the back of the house. I opened the door to the backyard and ushered her through.
She stopped short when she saw what awaited her. “Mama? Daddy?” Her gaze scanned the yard to where her family, my mother, Oliver and even Charlie were gathered.
She whipped around to me. “What’s this?”
“This is us getting married in our new house with everyone who is important to us.”
Tears dripped down her cheeks. “I can’t believe you did this.” Then she frowned. “What if I didn’t like the house?”
“I have three more lined up. But I was pretty sure this was your house.”
“I’m in a red dress.”
“This dress represents you, us. If you want to change, the mothers brought other options more appropriate, but Torryn, we’re full circle here. Part of that circle was when I bought you this dress.”
“I so fucking love you.” She hugged me so tight, I knew without a doubt that she was mine, heart, and soul.
Once we greeted the guests, the minister I hired moved to the gazebo that Torryn’s and my mother had decorated with flowers. Charlie, dressed in a pretty dress, accentuated with Dr. Martens, stood with Torryn as her bridesmaid. Oliver acted as my best man.
At that moment, I don’t think I’d ever been so happy. But I was wrong. When Torryn said “I do” and the minister pronounced us husband and wife, that moment was my happiest …so far.
Epilogue
Torryn
I used to believe in one true love and then I didn’t. Now I was a true believer. I was destined to be with Lucas and he was destined to be mine. Not that it wasn’t work, but we both knew the payoff for that work meant our ultimate bliss.
In the year I’ve lived in New York, I made friends at work and in the neighborhood, many of them who were married, but complained about their husbands and fussed about sex. I didn’t get it. Sure, having a baby changed things, but Lucas and I were now more creative in making sure we had time for each other and one of our favorite indulgences…sex.
“You’re thinking about my dick.”
I turned my head to where Lucas was laying beside me in our perfect-for-sex bed we bought ourselves as a wedding gift last year.
I grinned. “I am.”
His eyes sparked with mischievousness as he rolled his body on top of mine. “Happy anniversary, Mrs. Williams-Simmons.”
I laughed, loving the sound of our names together, long as it was.
“Happy anniversary, Lucas the well-endowed.”
He barked out a laugh. “Speaking of which, do we have time for me to show you how endowed I am?”
“As if I didn’t already know.” Then I shook my head. “We’ve slept in. Charlotte will be up soon and our guests will be here not long after that.” For our first anniversary, we invited everyone from our wedding; my parents and Charlie, Lucas’ mother who was the vision of health, and Oliver to celebrate wit
h us. Then we were going to leave Charlotte with the parents for the first time, and spend the night in the city to celebrate just the two of us.
Lucas looked over his shoulder to where the video baby monitor sat. The screen showed our precious four-month-old baby girl, Charlotte Esperanza Williams-Simmons, named after our mothers, slept.
He turned back to me. “We’ll have to multi-task.”
“Shower sex?”
He nodded. “Come on.” He lept from the bed and held out his hand for me. I took it and we hurried like teenagers into the bathroom.
I took off my tank top and shorts, while Lucas pushed down his PJ pants. Pyjamas were fairly new to us, but we figured with a baby that sometimes woke up at night, it was more appropriate.
We were kissing and groping as the water heated, and then Lucas guided me to shower. Hot water sluiced over my skin, offering additional sensual sensation to Lucas’ hands and mouth on me.
He dropped to his knees, his lips on my belly, traveling lower. I had lost the baby weight, although my tummy was a little more distended than before. But Lucas didn’t care. It could be because my breasts were still huge and they were pretty much all he saw. It amazed me how excited and how fast he came when he fucked them. Even after all the times he’d done it, that was the one thing that shot him off like a rocket.
“My sweet sexy Torryn.” His tongue flicked over me, and I had to press my hands to the shower walls to balance myself. As it turned out, his mouth on me always got me off fast as well.
He made noises like he was feasting on the best meal ever and within a matter of minutes, I cried out. I hadn’t yet recovered, when he stood, pressed me against the cool, wet tiles, and hooked my leg over his hip.
He thrust in hard and deep, and I cried out again. He groaned, and both our voices echoed in the stall as he moved in and out, in and out. We didn’t have a lot of time, so it was fast and furious, and oh so delicious.
“Come Torryn…Christ, I’m there.”
And so was I. I gripped his shoulders as my orgasm slammed into me. My body tightened around him like a fist, increasing the friction and pleasure. It was intense and so perfect.
