Unscripted Desires

by Lawson, Cassandra

  I shoved the coffee table out of the way and pulled her to a sitting position at the edge of the sofa as I knelt between her legs. Spreading her open, I leaned forward and ran my tongue along her clit, groaning at her taste.

  I licked and sucked her clit until she was writhing and near the edge. Only then did I guide her onto her knees, facing the back of the sofa. She gripped the cushions as she pressed her ass out to me.

  “Very nice,” I rasped out as I stripped out of my boxers. Gripping her ass cheeks, I spread her wider so I could slide into her.

  She let out a loud moan when I was fully inside of her. I already felt the first pulses of her orgasm. God, I loved how responsive she was. It aroused me to a near painful point.

  As I began to move, I reached around to stroke her clit, giving her the pressure she needed to drive her even closer to the edge. I did my best to keep my movements slow, somewhat worried I’d hurt her.

  Gemma rocked back against me at a frenzied pace. “Harder,” she demanded. “I need more.”

  And so, I gave it to her, gripping her hips as I thrust into her hard and fast until she screamed with her orgasm. I soon found my own release.

  Gemma collapsed forward onto the sofa with a contented sigh. “That was exactly what I needed.”

  I chuckled as I stood and lifted her in my arms. “I’m glad I could satisfy all your needs.”

  “I wouldn’t say they were all satisfied.” She smiled as her fingers moved along my chest. “You have a lot of time to make up for.”

  “There’s no time like the present to get started,” I said with a laugh. “Let’s get you upstairs. I’m dying to make love to my wife in our bed.”

  “I love it when you say that,” she said with a sigh.

  “Which part?” I asked as I carried her upstairs.

  “The part where you call me your wife,” she explained. “I was worried I’d lost you.”

  “Never,” I promised. “I’m never letting you go again.”

  Epilogue

  Ben

  My life had changed a lot since I’d learned I was going to be a father. Despite the good ratings, my character had been written off before the signing of my new contract. The role had given me some experience, but I was glad when I got to come home to my wife for good after we filmed my last episode. As for Gemma, she’d finished her first semester, and she was taking a year off. After that, we’d work as a team to make sure we both got to live our dreams.

  I’d started recording for a new animated movie two weeks before the birth of the twins. During recording, I was commuting to and from LA, but they’d been surprisingly willing to work with me when I told them my situation. They only had me down there one day a week. My career was definitely on the right track.

  As for my personal life? It couldn’t be better, though I was a little sleep-deprived. I smiled when I heard the cries coming from the baby monitor.

  Gemma groaned.

  “I’ll go take care of them,” I offered.

  “Unless you can make milk, they won’t be as happy to see you,” she warned.

  I chuckled as I climbed out of bed and slipped on my boxers. “I’ll bring them back here for you to handle the feeding. After that, I’ll get them changed and back to sleep.”

  “You are the best husband ever,” she told me.

  “I wanna make sure you don’t forget that fact,” I replied before heading down the hall to grab our sons.

  Looking down at their angry little faces, I smiled. “You are demanding boys, aren’t you?” I carefully lifted each from the crib and placed them in the pram. Only Rylan needed to eat since Jensen had nursed just over an hour ago.

  “I don’t blame you guys for demanding so much of your mommy’s time. I can’t get enough of her myself,” I said as I pushed them toward the room. I hadn’t mastered picking both up at the same time, so I used a pram to move them to feedings since they were inseparable, even if they refused to go on the same feeding schedule. “I may demand cuddles with her next. Do you think I should cry to get attention?”

  “You can’t pull it off,” Gemma told me. “These boys are even cuter than you are.”

  “I can’t argue with you there,” I said as I set Rylan beside her before settling down with Jenson in my arms.

  I’d heard their hair might still fall out and change colors, but for now, the boys had black hair. Both had been born with blue eyes, but Jenson’s had turned brown within a couple of weeks. Rylan had twin dimples and still had blue eyes. They both reminded me more of Gemma, though she seemed convinced they looked a lot like me.

  “Thank you for being the perfect reality show wife,” I told Gemma as I looked over to watch her with Rylan.

  She flashed me a sleepy smile. “Thank you for all the unscripted parts of that experience.”

  “Like our unscripted desires?” I asked with a grin.

  “Exactly,” she agreed before laughing.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “I was thinking that nothing has gone the way we expected since the day I fell into your arms,” she explained. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  “Same here,” I agreed. “This is a perfect life, late-night feedings and all.”

  “I couldn’t agree more.”

  About the Author

  Born and raised in the San Francisco Bay Area, Cassandra Lawson first discovered her love of writing at a young age. A few early typing classes in middle school planted the seeds of a young author, who enjoyed learning to type through her exploration of storytelling. Head over heels for a good happily ever after, she has dedicated her career to creating dynamic, entertaining, and spicy, romance novels. Ranging from the paranormal to contemporary settings, Cassandra Lawson breathes life into the many different ways people experience love. A hard-working mom, she spends her days writing and homeschooling her children. A lover of music, good food, and a great book, Cassandra remains a resident of the Bay Area, basking in the culture and all the inspiration it affords.