by Tilly Kane
I place my palms on her cheeks, holding her up to me as I devour her, swallowing the moan she makes as I stroke my tongue along the seam of her lips before she grants me entry. She whimpers as I thrust against her. I'm pretty sure we could come like this, but I think we both need more tonight.
I reluctantly pull back from the kiss, resting my forehead against hers as we both catch our breaths.
"Hi, baby."
"Hi yourself. That was quite a greeting," she says with a grin. She runs her hands up and down my back, soothing me in ways I didn't know I needed.
"I missed you today, I'm sorry I'm so late."
She shakes her head. "You hungry?"
"Starving. Did Charlie come back?"
"She came by like an hour ago to grab a change of clothes but then ran out again. Said not to wait up for her," she says with a shrug. "I didn't tell her, by the way, about --"
"About how we're getting married? That's okay, we can tell her when I get your ring," I respond, giving her a wink before I grab onto her thighs and hoist her off the counter. She squeals as I fireman-carry her to my bedroom and gently place her on my bed. She gazes up at me with lust in her eyes.
"I thought you were hungry," she whispers as I approach her.
"Mmhmm," I say, kneeling before her so that I'm level with her spread legs. "Like I said, baby, I'm starving."
11
Brooklyn
Adam doesn't come up for air until he's given me two screaming orgasms with his tongue (and those fingers, good God), and at this point, I'm not ashamed to say that I'm begging for him to make love to me.
"You're sure?" he asks as he rids himself of his pesky clothes.
I nod, because cliche as it sounds, I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I lift up on my elbows to watch him unveil his perfect cock, nearly purple with arousal, and I lick my lips as he strokes himself.
"You keep looking at it like that and I'll barely get inside you, sweetheart," he growls.
I bite my lip. "I can't help it, I want you so bad."
He stalks toward the bed and my legs instinctively part, desperate for him to be inside me.
Adam runs his cock back and forth through my wet folds, both of us groaning as he parts my sensitive flesh. He pauses at my entrance.
"We didn't talk about protection, baby. Do I need a condom? I'm clean."
I shake my head. "No, no condom. Pill. I'm clean too," I say, whining as I feel the broad head of him push inside me just an inch. "Let me feel all of you," I beg.
He shudders and closes his eyes. "Baby, you can't say stuff like that to me or I'll come before I'm fully in," he protests.
I can't help my smirk. "What's so wrong with that?" I say innocently, gasping as he pushes in another inch. "Oh shit, more Adam, give me more. All of it."
With a low groan, he sinks deeper into me, his thickness filling me up like I've never been filled before. There's a hint of discomfort but it is quickly overshadowed by incredible pleasure.
"Oh goddammit baby, I knew you'd feel amazing but this... fucking hell, this is too good. Too perfect, fuck me," he says, cursing as we increase the pace of our thrusts. He reaches for my clit, adding to my sensual torture and pushing me that much closer to the edge.
"I'm not going to last much longer," I admit, shuddering as he strokes me in just the right way.
"Good," he grits out, "because it's taking everything in me not to blow inside you right now. I need you there with me, baby. Need to feel you clench around me before I give you all my come. Is that what you want?"
His words alone nearly send me over the edge, but it's the look in his eyes as he thrusts deeper and deeper -- that's what pushes me over.
He maintains eye contact, letting me feel every part of him. "Brooklyn, baby, you're it. I love you," he whispers, and I break apart, riding the waves of pleasure until they come crashing down, giving me more satisfaction than I ever thought possible.
I feel the tears prickling my eyes as I hold him through his release. "I love you too, Adam."
"Oh Christ, baby, yes, fuck, take it, take everything," he says, as he empties inside me.
We collapse in a heap on the bed, and I've never felt this perfect.
Sometime later, I startle myself awake, panicking for a split second because I have no idea where I am. When I remember what happened and who I'm with, I instantly relax.
Except, instead of Adam's comforting presence next to me, I feel a cold pillow.
I glance at the time and note that it's been close to two hours since we passed out. I wait for a beat to see if maybe he just went to the bathroom, but no dice.
Frowning, I yank on one of his t-shirts that is long enough to nearly reach my knees and head back out to the kitchen, hoping to find him. But the house seems eerily quiet as I make my way through it. It's only when I hear his muffled voice that I realize that he's out in the backyard.
I decide to slip out there and surprise him, but I quickly realize how bad of an idea that is when I hear more of his conversation. He's extremely agitated, though this time it doesn't seem like he's talking to his assistant.
I try to make a little noise as I approach, so as not to startle him. He glances up at me briefly but doesn't fully turn towards me. I reach for him then, wanting to provide whatever comfort I can while he has what sounds like a stressful conversation. I place my hand on his back, stroking up and down in a soothing way. His back muscles tense under my hand before he brushes me away. He turns to look at me and, instead of the smile I've come to expect from him, he remains expressionless. It's almost like he's looking through me.
Whatever it is, I don't feel welcome out here.
And Adam pretty much confirms that when he makes no move toward me, nor does he stop me when I hurry back inside without a word.
12
Adam
I fucked up.
For nearly two hours right after I made love to the woman I wanted to spend my life with, I was on the phone doing damage control with investors when I should have been holding her and getting ready for round two.
And as if that wasn't bad enough, she came looking for me just as I was trying to decide if I even cared enough about this company to continue the soul-crushing hours and unfulfilling work. And for what? What would I have to show for it?
At that moment, when Brooklyn came out searching for me, looking well-fucked and so damn cute in my t-shirt, I had my answer. This wasn't the right job for me, ever, but certainly not now. I was lucky enough to not need it, I had just become addicted to the stress of it all. But no longer. I was replacing my addiction with Brooklyn if only she'd still have me.
Once I'm finally off the call, I practically run to my bedroom, except Brooklyn isn't there. I take a few calming breaths before turning down toward the guest bedroom she's been staying in.
Even though I want to barge in there and carry her back to my bed so I can show her how sorry I am, I decide it might be best to take a more civilized approach.
I knock softly on the door, holding my breath as I wait for a response.
Nothing.
Sure, she could be sleeping. But I know she's not.
I knock again, a little louder this time. "Baby? Please let me in," I say, meaning that in every sense of the phrase.
After a seemingly interminable pause, the door cracks open and her face peeks out. It's dark, but I can still see that she's upset. My heart aches. I reach for her, but she pulls away.
If possible, that makes my heart hurt even more.
"Please, sweetheart, please give me a chance to explain before you shut me out completely," I plead.
She stares at me with her sad eyes, and I know she's trying to decide whether or not I'm worth a second chance.
At last, she cracks the door wider, motioning for me to come in. I take a seat on the bed, holding my hand out to her, but she shakes her head.
"Just... talk," she whispers.
I nod. "Okay, sure. Well," I start, my palms sudd
enly feeling sweaty and my nerves on overdrive. I feel like I'm about to fight for my life.
Which in many ways is true, I suppose.
13
Brooklyn
As Adam explains how he essentially just resigned from his extremely high-profile, high-paying position on the board of LVRY, I can't help but notice how he keeps wiping his hands on his shorts. Not only that, but I swear his voice is cracking a little bit.
It hits me that, until now, there was a part of me that still wondered what the fuck I thought I was doing here. Because of course, Adam wouldn't want me. I'm just a receptionist and he's... well, he's him.
But now, it's like I suddenly see beneath all his confidence and handsome exterior to the awkward, nervous boy he's always been. The awkward, nervous boy I've adored since the day I met him.
"You don't have to keep going," I say, rather rudely cutting him off.
He blinks rapidly, and I can tell he's gearing up to plead his case again. I need to reassure him.
I walk to where he's sitting, savoring his gaze on me as I step between his spread legs and wrap my arms around his neck. He holds me tight like he's afraid I might take flight, with one hand on my back and the other palming my ass. He buries his face into my belly, and I kiss the top of his head.
"Before you go any further, I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry. I overreacted--"
"You didn't," he protests, "I would have been angry in your position as well."
"Shh," I say, ruffling his hair and tipping him up to meet my gaze. "Maybe I had a reason to be angry, maybe I didn't. But, the truth is, I would have taken any excuse to try to bolt. I was scared. Hell, I am scared."
"I'm terrified," he says.
"I know you are. I didn't know that before, because you were so confident about this thing between us, but now I see you're just as terrified as I am about it."
He stares up at me for a moment. "I'm only terrified that I'll lose you before I even have a chance to be with you. I'm terrified that you'll decide you don't want me after all."
"Yeah? What do you think I'm terrified of?"
His expression softens. "Preposterous. I'll always want you. Til the day I die."
I can't fight my grin. "Good to know," I say with a wink.
And then I drop to my knees, finally getting the chance to worship his body with my mouth.
14
Epilogue: Adam
One Year Later
"Can you at least give me a hint about where we're going?" Brooklyn asks, turning her pout and puppy dog eyes toward me. I can't look at her for too long or I'll cave and ruin the surprise, so I simply shake my head and look away.
She's been trying to get me to tell her what I have planned for weeks now. But we're so close to our destination, I need to stay strong.
I decide to use my power of distraction and hope it buys me some time. So I sit back against the leather of the bench seat in my hired town car.
"Take off your panties, baby," I command her. She parts her lips in surprise, and I have to laugh. "What? Did you think just because it's a special occasion that I'm going to behave all of a sudden?"
She bites back a smile and shakes her head. But still, she reaches under her slinky dress, slowly drawing it up her thighs so I can have a perfect view of her cunt as she spreads wide for me.
I bite back a curse, desperate to be on her side of the car, but forcing myself to stay patient. If I touch her right now, I'll come in my boxers before even getting my dick out.
She cheekily tosses her underwear across the car at me, and I catch them, going wild for the scent of her that permeates my nostrils.
My woman. My fucking woman. I can't wait any longer.
I drop to my knees and crawl the few feet to where she sits across from me, staring at me through heavy-lidded eyes. She's so so beautiful, everywhere -- I almost don't know where to look first.
I stare at her pussy, my mouth already watering for a taste of her. I lap gently at first, but she's writhing uncontrollably within seconds. God, she tastes so perfect, I could stay here all day. I slip one finger, then two, into her snug heat and watch as she nearly loses her mind when I stroke her G-spot.
"You gonna come for me, baby?"
She starts to nod but then shakes her head at the last minute. "No wait," she gasps, "I want you inside me. I want to come with you," she begs, and who am I to deny her anything?
I scramble onto the bench with her, pulling her onto my lap as she frantically undoes my pants and reaches in to pull me out. It's almost painful, and her light touch only stokes my desire.
"Inside me, inside," she chants, guiding my cock toward her soaking entrance and attempting to sink down on it.
I halt her progress. "You know this is about to get messy, and I'm going to make you put your panties on over the mess and stay like that all night, with my come leaking out of that bad girl pussy. Is that what you want?"
If possible, she goes even crazier for it, rubbing her cunt up and down my shaft as she nods, chanting her assent as I finally sink her onto me.
"Ohhhh," we groan in unison. God, how does every time feel better than the last?
I thrust up into her, bouncing her on my cock. I yank her dress down so I can watch her ripe tits spring free.
"Adam, please, I'm so close."
Just her words are enough to push me to the edge. I pinch her clit, hard the way she likes it, and she shatters around me. "Oh god, yes, yes, yes, shit, just like that," she whimpers, her pussy contracting to milk the come right out of me as I find my release.
"Take it, baby, take it all. I fucking love you," I rasp against her neck, continuing my thrusts as I hold her tight against me, stilling as I empty every last drop into her.
We have a private, decadent dinner at the restaurant where we got married last year (just over two weeks after we made love for the first time, though I'd wanted to do it sooner). She assumes the dinner is the anniversary surprise, and I'm letting her think that just for now.
After dinner, I have a box delivered to our table. The traditional first-anniversary gift is paper, though I sort of cheated a bit with my gift.
Inside the box is a gorgeous gilded frame, with a hand-lettered itinerary outlining the honeymoon we've been delaying for a year. Stops at all the countries she's always wanted to visit, plus a few of my favorites for good measure.
It has taken me almost this long to wrap up everything at LVRY (I quit the board but still had projects I couldn't completely back away from), plus all the other commitments I had for the next several months. I wanted no distractions whatsoever when we finally took our trip.
Brooklyn, for her part, wasn't in a rush to let me spoil her with an international getaway, and it took some convincing (and a lot of orgasms) to finally get her to start seeing the money I'd made as ours and not just mine.
But now we're both ready, and we have the next few months to travel and explore and make love in every possible position in gorgeous locations across the world.
She's still staring down at the itinerary in shock, and I wonder, briefly, if maybe I miscalculated her readiness to let me sweep her off her feet.
"Baby?" I ask, bracing myself for a different reaction than I'd anticipated.
When she glances up at me, there are tears in her eyes but her smile -- her smile is incandescent.
I breathe a sigh of relief. "You're happy?"
She nods. "So so happy. This is amazing."
She hesitates for a moment before reaching down into her small clutch. "I have your gift too," she says, setting a small box in front of me. "It's also paper."
I slowly unwrap the box, my mind drawing a blank when I try to think about what sort of paper could be awaiting me. A copy of her boarding pass from when she and Charlie first came to visit, maybe? That would be kind of sweet.
When I open the box, however, I stare down at the gift in front of me for long seconds. I must be in shock.
"It's --," I trail off, looking up at Broo
klyn to see the tears streaming down her face as she nods.
"Yep," she whispers.
In awe, I gently lift the small blurry photo from the box and study it closely.
"We're having a baby?" I ask because clearly, my brain isn't working right.
She nods again. "I know we didn't expect it to happen so fast...," she trails off, seeming uncertain. We'd only recently decided that she would go off the pill, but the doctor warned us that it could be quite some time before she got pregnant.
I'm still dumbfounded, staring at the little lima bean on the image in front of me. But I shake myself as I realize Brooklyn is still unsure of what my reaction to this news is.
"I love you," I rasp, pushing away from the table and coming around to her side, kneeling on the floor in front of her. "I love you so much. And in case I haven't made this clear, I'm so fucking excited to have a baby with you. You're everything to me, and I love you. I can't wait to have a dozen babies with you."
She nods and tears flow more freely down her face. "I love you too. I'm so glad you're happy. I'm so happy."
I devour her lips, feeling like I might never get enough of her. And that's okay because I'll keep trying.
She breaks our kiss and smiles at me. "By the way, do you think we can table the discussion of a dozen babies until after we have this first one?"
"I'll try, baby. I'll try."
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