by Ember Flint
I kiss her cheek, her temple. “What?”
She arches both of her eyebrows at me and then she looks down between us.
I roll my eyes. “Do you expect me to have a condom on me here in the pool? Not that going to my bedroom would have made a difference: this is my parent’s place, Eve. I don’t keep condoms here.”
She slaps the side of my head. “You’re an ass!”
Her adoring gaze takes away any possible sting I might have felt at her words and I kiss her lips softly.
I caress her face. “It’s okay…”
She drops her face in the space where my shoulder meets my neck and when I feel her hot lips graze me there I nearly jump out of my skin, my erection jumping painfully against her pussy.
“I don’t know…” she murmurs.
I groan, biting her neck playfully. “Oh come on! I’ve never done it without a condom and neither have you. We’re both clean…”
She nods and kisses me. “You’ll pull out?” she asks.
I glare at her. “Fuck no! Are you kidding? Once I’ll get inside you, I’ll never come out again!”
She giggles, kissing me over my heart. “Good… I want to feel you come inside me,” she whispers.
Little tease!
Two can play at this game.
I clasp her ass in my hands, rising her slightly more and start to inch my cock a little inside her, giving her only my tip, she wiggles on top of me, trying to get me to dive deeper, her legs closing around me, her feet digging into my lower back.
I give her another inch and stop moving altogether.
She whines, her hot cunt clenching around my head.
“You are such a bastard!”
I laugh. “What? Why?”
I love this.
I love that this can be a life-altering moment and we can still joke about things.
I love that she’s my woman now, but she’ll also be forever my best friend.
Eve starts to push me away and without warning I bury myself into her to the hilt, stopping only when I feel my balls slap against the curve of her ass.
She screams my name, her eyes widening in surprise, while my own fall close at the incredible sensation.
I’ve never felt anything more wonderful. Her pussy is so tight, I can already feel some of my seed shooting up inside her, sleeking her sizzling walls. Fuck, she’s hotter than the steaming water around us.
“Oh, God,” she moans, her nails hooking in my shoulders. “This is… this is…”
“Unbelievable,” I grunt in pleasure. I haven’t even started fucking her yet and just the velvety clasp of her snug pussy is making me come.
I feel her contracting around me and I realize with elation she’s orgasming on impact too.
My balls draw up and I let go, seeing better fireworks behind my closed eyelids than the ones I can still hear exploding in the sky as my cum fills her for far longer than I would have ever believed possible.
We hold each other tightly as we slowly recover from the mind-blowing experience that was our joining.
I feel her breath even against my chest and I feel like crying and laughing all at once.
I’m conscious of the fact that I’ve never been this happy or felt more complete in my life.
I’m holding my future in my arms and this is how I’m going to spend the rest of my existence.
She moves in my embrace a little, her head coming to nestle on my shoulder, her arms and legs cradling me.
I wait for the softening of my erection for long moments, but it never comes. I’m as hard as I was the moment I entered her and I’m so aroused that it feels like I didn’t come at all and suddenly I want more.
I feel the walls of her warm, wet pussy start to milk me again and I know she feels the same.
I grasp her to me more forcefully, watching as a million droplets of water stream down her silky wet hair and over her flushed chest, glittering like diamond’s shreds on her rosy skin, the steam misting around us.
My mouth falls on her breasts again, sucking on one nipple and then the other and I feel as If I could taste the universe on her skin.
Eve arches her soft, welcoming body against me, her big curves cushioning me.
My cock jerks inside of her and she moans her excitement to the vibrantly lit sky, her eyes full of wonder.
We surge into each other’s arms, our mouths tasting and sharing, our hands exploring.
I relish in the lushness of her slippery, wet skin shining under the fireworks, loving how small, tender and sweet she feels against my much bigger, much harder, frame.
I feel one of her hands slide under water, between our bodies and grip the base of my dick, still sunk into her depths almost balls-deep and I shudder, howling in pleasure as I feel pre-cum jet out me.
“Lean onto me and hold on strong,” I grit out, my lips dragging on the column of her delicate neck as I ease her legs farther apart.
She lets go of my shaft, her hands sneaking up to clutch at my shoulders and I pull almost completely out of her, until just my tip is kissing her entrance and then I drive my hips upward again, hammering into her cunt with all my might, water splashing and jostling all over us, a deep moan leaving Eve’s throat as she throws her head backward.
Supporting her ass in my hands I move her up and down my hard, big, aching cock, making sure my pelvis rubs her little clit on every stroke as I push her savagely against the pool’s wall.
I ride her relentlessly, fucking my cock inside her warmth heavily and as deep as I can in this position and then some.
I feel her body shake and tense as she presses herself onto me, her hips moving against my own as she chases her pleasure.
I keep on thrusting through the tightening of her pussy, her orgasming body driving me almost to my end, but I want more from her.
I don’t stop rutting inside her body until I finally feel her cunt flex around me once more, struggling to keep her climax going for as long as I can and then I finally let go as she screams my name, a powerful orgasm shattering my senses and leaving me adrift in a nameless sea of wonderful sensations, the seed bursting from my balls and up my cock in a fiery stream that nearly knocks me unconscious as I roar, shutting my eyes.
For a long moment we say nothing and only the sound of our ragged breaths, the wind bellowing and the last fireworks thundering fill the chilly air of the night.
I open my eyes and meet her dazzling ones, still hazy with passion and bliss.
We smile at each other, panting and kissing as we snuggle as close as we can.
I take a deep breath and I whisper her name in the silence, knowing exactly what I need to say.
I can’t wait another moment.
“You are my soulmate, my very heart, my light. I’ve always loved you. I was born to love you. Marry me, Eve.”
She just looks at me, tears running down her cheeks, her big, shiny eyes wide-open in a stunned expression.
I smile into her face, our noses brushing as I hug her to my body.
“What?! No yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes? Do I have to up my game here? Alright… I cannot make speeches. If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.”
She sniffles and giggles as I reference her favorite book and every adaptation of it she made me suffer through, many more times than I’m comfortable to admit.
I stroke her beloved face and smile at her. “Marry me, my wonderful, darling friend.”
Eve starts to laugh between her tears and throws her arms firmly around me, hugging me so tight she almost takes my breath away.
She kisses me all over my face and then soundly on my lips and then she pulls back.
“Yes, yes I’ll marry you” she whispers, her voice quivering. “You stepped into my soul so quietly and so many years ago, it feels like you’ve always been there, Seth, like that was always meant to be your place. You are in my heart always and forever and I love you so mu
ch I could not bear to spend my life without you.”
I lean toward her mouth again and I kiss her gently, reverently, trying to make her feel how much she means to me with every stroke of my tongue and then I lower our bodies completely into the pool, until only our heads are breaking the hot surface of the water and we look up at the snow falling around us, the sky completely dark once more.
“Happy New Year, love,” she murmurs on my lips.
I smile brightly at her, my vision blurred, my heart overflowing with more happiness that a man could bear. “Happy New Year, Eve.”
Epilogue one
EVELYN
One year later…
I smile, sighing to myself.
Our New Year’s Eve wedding was simply perfect!
It was a lovely super-small ceremony on the rooftop of Seth’s parents’ building.
Just us, the judge that was kind enough to marry us in the middle of the night and our parents that could not stop alternately grinning from ear to ear and crying for the whole evening; Seth’s dad still gloating over the other two for having been the least surprised of them all when one year ago we told them we were a couple.
It was exactly what we wanted.
“How long?” Seth asks, picking me up in his arms and striding in the elevator.
“Ten minutes.”
I wind my arms around his neck and gasp when I feel my beautiful, regency-style, wedding dress getting jammed between the doors and then I hear the fabric rip.
“Oh no!”
Seth shrugs as my gown gets tugged away from my lower body.
He puts me down, bends in front of me and rents the dress where it had started to tear.
“Seth!” I scold.
He looks up from where he’s kneeling, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“What? You’re the one who insisted we had to come back and get in bed by midnight, love. Besides, I was going to rip it off of you anyway.”
I giggle and as the elevator pushes open, I jump in to his arms, barely giving him time to stand up.
“Easy there, wife of mine!” he growls, playfully attacking my neck with open-mouthed kisses.
“Hurry up then, hubby! Don’t tell me you’re okay risking to jinx an entire year with no sex!”
He glares down at me. “Fuck no! I’m getting you into bed right this minute and I’m going to fuck you so hard and deep at the stroke of midnight, I’ll never be able to find my way out of you!”
“Perfect!” I beam at him, kissing his chin as he stalks into our bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us and dropping me in the middle of our huge, king-sized bed.
“This is going to be fast, love,” he warns, grunting against my neck, his hands squeezing and caressing my breasts through the fabric of my dress.
“And hot, just like we like it,” I grin up at him, drawing his mouth up and to my own for an all-consuming kiss all teeth and tongues that leaves us panting and mad with desire.
We don’t even bother taking off our clothes, shedding only the bare minimum necessary to accomplish our goal.
We kiss frantically while my legs spread on either side of his hips, his hands ripping my panties off and mine diving between us to undo the buckle of his belt and then the zip of his pants.
I rest back, feeling his weight settling over me, his big body blanketing my much smaller frame.
I widen my legs in invitation, my heart and body open for him.
He kisses my neck, my lips, my nose and downward and his worshipful touch makes me hate every single garment still standing between us.
I feel his fingers dive between my wet lower lips and I nearly come off the bed at the sensation.
He taps my clit lightly with his thumb as his index and then middle finger enter me, stretching my walls to ready my core for the much larger invasion of his rigid, steely erection.
I close my thighs over his wrist, trapping his fingers inside me.
“I want you, Seth, only you,” I beg, my voice ragged and low.
He smiles down at me.
“Whatever you want, love,” he whispers hotly in the crook of my neck as he takes my ankles in his hands, raising them and placing them over his arms. He leans down on me even more, his fingers painting long strokes on my thighs and over my ass.
He starts to prod my entrance with the head of his huge, erected cock, making me moan his name.
He teases me, entering me just a little and then a bit more with each subsequent drive of his powerful hips.
“Seth! Don’t tease me!” I whine, locking my legs around his waist and trying to pull him more deeply into me.
“But it’s not midnight yet, love,” he husks, his breath tickling my cheek.
“Fuck midnight!” I moan and arch my body up against him until, chuckling he relents and finally penetrates me fully with one long, hard, delicious thrust and that’s when I hear fireworks exploding.
I’m not sure if it’s really midnight already or if it’s just the pleasure of our union that is frying my brain, but it’s okay: as long as I’m in his arms and he is loving me like this I don’t care either way.
Epilogue two
SETH
Two years later…
I’m standing in front of the window in the darkened, silent room, my eyes staring into the blizzard raging outside.
Our parents could not be here with us because of it: we were here barely half an hour when the roads became impassable.
We managed to reach the hospital just fine, thank God, but they had to turn back.
Our little special delivery caught us by surprise.
We were expecting it two weeks from now, but apparently our baby had other ideas.
Eve’s labor was long and harrowing, but she was absolutely amazing during the whole thing.
Her courage and strength left me speechless.
By the time the first high-pitched wail was heard, it was already evening and all we could do was stare at the petite, bundled-up, wiggling being our love created and cry.
I look down at my wrist to check the time and I see it’s ten minutes to midnight.
I step away from the window and turn to look at my wife sleeping peacefully, her beautiful face finally relaxed after so many difficult hours.
I didn’t think I could possibly love her more, but tonight she proved me wrong.
I steal a quick glance toward the little crib where the newest Trenton yet sleeps.
I move closer to my baby daughter and I touch her downy, soft cheek with a finger; once more astounded at her beauty.
I still can’t believe we made her.
My little princess, named after the greatest gift I and her mommy ever received: our friendship.
I smile.
She whimpers in her sleep and her tiny hand twitches, closing in a minuscule fist and I feel something fierce grip at my heart.
I cannot spend more than thirty seconds altogether with my eyes off of her and every time I look at her small, perfect face I fall a little more in love with her.
I look at the other woman in my life and I feel such a powerful surge of love I stagger back a little, my breath shortening.
My heart, my lover, my best friend, my wife.
Once again my eyes fall on the bassinet and I marvel at the tiny, perfectly formed, little pink fingernails as I stroke my little daughter’s hand, rearranging her blanket as carefully as I can.
“Is she okay?”
My head snaps up and I smile at my wife.
“She’s sleeping.”
I walk toward the bed and gently sit on the edge, grasping her hand in mine.
“Did I wake you up?” I ask, leaning over her as I kiss her temple.
Eve smiles at me and shakes her head, turning to lie on her side.
She grimaces as she tries to find a better position and I wince with her: seeing her in any way uncomfortable breaks my heart.
I caress her face ten
derly. “You should try to sleep a little more, love.”
She reaches up to touch my face and smile. “And leave you all alone to say goodbye to the Old Year, darling friend? What of our tradition?”
I chuckle. “Still afraid no midnight kiss could jinx your New Year?”
She shrugs. “Not really: I just love to kiss my husband.”
I feel one of her arms slowly circle around my back as I lean over to kiss her lips softly.
Evelyn laughs, breaking the kiss. “We can finally hug again: no more big belly keeping us apart!”
I smile, hugging her cautiously while making sure not to give her any of my weight.
“I don’t know about that. I do love being able to hold you pressed firmly to my chest, but I think I loved seeing you big with my baby just as much.”
She scoffs. “It figures! You’re such a caveman!”
I nod proudly. “You’re the one who turned me into one!”
She giggles. “I know! Isn’t it wonderful?!”
I bend over her to kiss her again, but as soon as our lips touch, I hear outraged crying coming from behind me as our little princess reminds us we’re definitely not alone in the room.
“Someone wakes up all cranky like daddy!” Eve teases.
I smile as I stand up and walk to the little crib again.
Very gently I lift my little girl into my arms and as soon as I’m cradling her to my chest, she stops crying and starts whimpering more softly instead.
Eve laughs, sitting up a little. “I see your hug has the same effect on both of us!”
I beam at her and then down at our daughter as I walk back the short distance to the bed; my eyes on her tiny face.
By the time I sit back on the bed and pass the baby to my wife, she’s very quiet, her big doe-like eyes staring at us in wonderment, her tiny, bow-shaped mouth opened in a little pink circle.
I kiss my baby’s fuzzy head of hair as black as my own and then I kiss Eve’s temple. “She is perfect, isn’t she?” I smile at my women.