All of Me

by ANDREA SMITH

  Also, the shiner was gone and I would be ready to paint it back on his face should he piss me off, again.

  There I was, twenty minutes early at the gym where the make-shift yoga studio was setup to be able to accommodate an entire film crew plus the few participants, and I was as nervous as a pre-pubescent kid asking the prom queen to dance.

  Because Autumn was my queen and I wanted to dance with her in my arms for the rest of my life.

  Graham was setting up the mats and making sure the lighting got his good side. I hadn’t realized he’d had one. Silly me.

  I knew before I saw her that she’d stepped into my orbit. The air shifted, the sounds honed in on her movements, the scent of her all-encompassing.

  Autumn was again within sight causing my heart to race like a thoroughbred on speed. I waited a full second before turning; closing my eyes briefly to inhale the sweet lavender scent of her body lotion. It was pure motor memory, my body on autopilot from the comforting memories her presence created.

  When I did turn, my heart stopped for what felt like an entire minute before jump starting at an alarming rate.

  She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever known. The purity of her soul was like a light that made her glow like an angel.

  An angel wearing yoga pants and a tank top.

  Fuck me, I was hard and had absolutely nowhere to hide my boner. Why, you ask?

  Summer Dey, that’s why.

  “You must wear spandex shorts,” she’d said.

  “That’s the accepted yoga wear,” she’d said.

  “You don’t want to look like a fool on television,” she’d said.

  That’s when I noticed Autumn looking at me. By me, I meant, my erect cock.

  So, I did what any male with pride would do in my position, I said, “Summer made me wear this.”

  Summer snorted and winked at me confirming that this was all part of her revenge plan.

  Well played, Summer, well played.

  Autumn’s response was simple with a quirk at the corner of her mouth announcing that she knew exactly what was happening.

  “I’m not surprised.”

  “All right, everyone. Take your places. Autumn, you have the purple mat and Dirk, you have the green one. The cameras are at the four corners of the studio with a hand held that will be walking around taking close ups of your positions,” Graham explained, pointing fingers around the room like a boot camp sergeant. I was sure he was loving this power trip.

  “Um…close-ups? Like, how close are we talking, here?” That coming from my girl who, despite her unmistakable beauty, still had doubts about herself. Doubts I would spend the rest of my life eliminating from her mind.

  “As close as it takes to get the money shot, swee…,” Graham cut himself off when he sensed my incoming fury.

  “I thought this was yoga, not porn.” Autumn volleyed back, her hands on her hips and her sass in full effect.

  “Just a saying, meant no harm,” he said, only looking at me. I wouldn’t go mental on him again.

  Or would I?

  “You can keep the money shot for your personal asana pose, keep us out of it.” It wasn’t a question which made Graham sigh, rather loudly, before shrugging to let me know he got it.

  “Let’s start with some warm-ups and then we’ll go from there.” And so, we did.

  I was standing to the right of Autumn and instead of keeping my eyes on Graham and his poses, I was watching my girl and mentally making sure my plan was in place and the timing just perfect.

  For twenty minutes, I watched her go from one sexy position to another before she spoke her first words to me.

  “I thought you’d never come back,” she whispered and I knew everything would be okay. In her voice I heard the longing, the hurt and the sadness. It was the same sound I’d heard in my voice until the day I made the decision to make like Frozen and just let that shit go.

  “I have unfinished business I need to take care of.” I never said I wouldn’t make her work for it.

  “Oh. So…it’s, um, temporary. You staying, I mean?” she tentatively asked, her eyes flitting my way as she held her left leg out straight behind her, her ass looking fucking bitable in that pose.

  I was holding the same pose except my dick was hard as a fucking rock and my balls were screaming in agony.

  “Depends on my business.” I also never said I wasn’t an asshole. But damn, I loved hearing the disappointment in her voice, seeing her eyes lock on mine with the need I felt for her every single minute of every day.

  “Oh, okay.” Time to stop the charade. I didn’t want to hurt her, just make her want to want me.

  “All right, Dirk. I need you to place a hand on Autumn’s thigh that’s in the air and one on her sternum so her extended leg can move upward all the way. Just make sure she’s safe,” Graham said, as per my earlier instructions.

  You see, there were changes in the yoga plans to accommodate MAMA. One of those directions was to have my hands on her as often as possible. She didn’t need me to spot her, but I needed to have her remember the feeling of my skin touching hers.

  “I don’t need a spot, I can do…” I cut her off. Too much talking could kill MAMA.

  “Shh, let the man do his job, he knows what he’s doing,” I whispered, strategically placing my hands on her body and reveling in the heat of her delectable skin. I wished I hadn’t had an audience, I would have taken my time, making her beg for it.

  “Dirk, is that a yoga mat in your 80’s shorts or are you just excited about the downward dog?” she asked, all sass and no bite. Yet.

  “I do love doggy-style,” I retorted; my balls afraid of joining the Smurfs’ colony.

  It was at that time that the mobile cameramen decided to be up close and personal in our sexual banter. Of course, he did. Perv.

  “I remember,” she murmured, turning a lovely shade of pink.

  Bending down so my mouth was level with her ear, I showed her my poker hand, “I’ll still remind you.”

  I heard her gasp and it almost made me come in my lycra.

  “For this position, I need you, Autumn, to stand back up with your arms at your sides and your palms facing the front. Close your eyes and inhale deeply through your mouth, release slowly through your nose. Dirk, on your knees.” Fucker would pay for that.

  Autumn chuckled, but her amusement wouldn’t last long.

  I walked up in front of my girl and knelt on one knee, the cameras all positioned for maximum air-time. Meanwhile, Autumn was clueless, concentrating on her breathing like the professional she was.

  She must have sensed something in the air, opening her eyes and looking down at me in complete confusion.

  Until I opened the dark blue velvet box and presented her with my apology and lifelong devotion in the form of a princess-cut pink diamond, lying in a bed of cushiony velvet.

  She inhaled her shock so hard that she almost choked on her saliva, coughing up a storm, her eyes watering from the coughing or the shock, I wasn’t quite sure but I would not be deterred from my mission.

  “Autumn Dey, I am a man on his knee before you, asking, no begging, you to accept my love for you.” Both of her hands flew to her open mouth, her eyes glassy with unshed tears, her knees shaking and threatening to collapse.

  Still, I continued. “I don’t know at what point I knew for sure. Was it your voice? Your laugh? Your sincere love of life? It doesn’t matter because I am irrevocably in love with you and I know for a fact that spending another day without you could be the end of me.”

  Clearing my throat as I felt the emotion tightening, I pushed for the last of my speech.

  “I want this to be the true beginning of us. No secrets, no skeletons unmasked, no doubts or fears. This is me, Dirk Roland Sexton, bared and naked for you. I’m not perfect, but I promise I am yours from now until the end of time.”

  Taking a deep breath, I did what I would have considered unth
inkable just six months ago.

  “Autumn, the Night Hawk, Dey, please do me the immense honor of becoming my wife. Will you marry me?”

  The entire room was a soundless vortex. We were all waiting on bated breath for her answer.

  I may have almost died from the suspense, waiting for Autumn to get her wits about her.

  She spared me my oxygen deprived death by whispering the most important word in the history of us.

  “Yes.”

  And just like that, my world got a lot brighter and my dick a lot harder. Jumping up from my position, I slipped on her new engagement ring and cupped her ridiculously gorgeous face and kissed her like our mere existence depended on it.

  “Yoga’s over. We’re off to celebrate. Alone.”

  I waited for no one and nothing, grabbing my woman by the hand and leading her to my car.

  Fifteen minutes and a silent car ride later, I was hauling my future wife inside my apartment all the while ripping off the bullshit lycra from my blue balls.

  Autumn was doing the same to her clothes and in record time we were both naked save for the huge diamond safely nestled on her ring finger. The world stopped and I took a step closer to her, picking up her finger and bringing it to my lips. With a reverent kiss, I looked her straight in the eyes and spoke for the first time since she’d said yes.

  “I love you, Autumn. With everything I am.”

  “Dirk, I love you, too. I should have…” I didn’t let her finish her phrase because hearing those words falling from her lips were like water to a desert, I lost all semblance of self-control. My lips were on hers in a second, my hands on her cheeks, and my steps guiding her backwards toward my bedroom.

  Gently pushing her onto my bed, I waited for her to spread her legs and give me the view I would see for the rest of my life.

  I trapped my bottom lip between my teeth and hissed out a breath at the sight of her.

  Also, my dick was in agony, begging to come home to our girl.

  “You know, you didn’t have to propose to get me in your bed,” she said, her sass returning, making my cock leak tears of joy.

  “Just covering all of my bases, buttercup,” I told her, taking two steps to the bed and kneeling between her inviting legs, her pussy unbearably close.

  “Well, I suppose I need reminding. I mean, if this is the only cock I’ll get for all time, I need to make sure it’s…” again, I cut her off.

  With my tongue.

  In her pussy.

  The only noise coming out of her mouth now was a litany of curses and moans as I grabbed each of her thighs and ate her like the starving man I was. Three fucking weeks without her taste, her scent, and her touch was more than I could ever handle.

  My lips were on her clit, my fingers replacing my tongue and curving just right to make sure she could see stars. By the time I got to her mouth and shared her taste with her, she was panting and ready to explode.

  So, I stopped.

  I just watched her coming back down before I pushed inside her and stilled, both of us staring at each other, taking in the moment and realizing the importance of it all.

  We were finalizing our promise. We were saying “yes” all over again.

  “I can’t wait to call you my wife,” I told her, a hitch in my voice.

  “I can’t wait to fuck my husband.”

  So, I gave her a preview by jacking my hips back and pushing back inside her tight pussy until she broke apart and came all over my dick, her back arched, her hands clutching the sheets as if to ground her from the body-shattering orgasm that seemed to ripple through her body.

  I was fascinated, but then I began to fuck her in earnest, feeling the final act approaching from the base of my spine to the tip of my cock.

  I was bare and I was okay with that.

  I would give her my all because she said yes.

  At that final thought, my orgasm ripped through me, leaving me practically lifeless and panting. I lowered myself on my side, pulling Autumn close to me, kissing her parted lips and thanking her for being perfect for me.

  “So, what happens now?” she asked me, her back to my front and her hand clutching my arm resting around her waist.

  “We live happily ever after.”

  And we did.

  Epilogue

  Autumn

  Two years later...

  “Push baby, push!” Dirk ordered, all decked out in hospital green scrubs, complete with cap and surgical mask, which unfortunately did nothing to muffle his bedside instructions.

  My legs where spread apart in birthing stirrups, a green sheet draped over my knees as I gave a loud groan, squeezed my eyes shut and pushed down, grunting like an animal trying my damndest to push Baby #1 out.

  Dirk’s eyes widened as he stood at the end of the table, poised like a first baseman ready to catch a line drive. All that was missing was the ball glove. “Oh baby, I can see the head. Lots of dark hair on this one!” he announced excitedly.

  Yes, Dirk and I were expecting twins. Of the fraternal type, go figure? Once that was verified by the ultrasound, we’d both decided we’d let the genders be the next surprise.

  Dr. Allen, my obstetrician now instructed me to stop pushing.

  What?

  “I can’t,” I said through gritted teeth. It was like my body was now under the total control of the female instincts governing the birthing process!

  “Babe,” Dirk was at my side, gripping my hand in his, “Dr. Allen needs to get the cord out of the way, okay? Just squeeze my hand as hard as you need to, sweetheart. You can do this!”

  That was all I needed to hear to will myself not to allow my lower body to go with instinct. I growled, squeezed the shit out of Dirk’s hand, and uttered some profanities under my breath, as Dr. Allen worked quickly to untangle Baby #1.

  “There, there, everything’s good she said from the end of the table, Baby #1 is clear to land, come join us Dirk.”

  Dirk dropped my hand and scooted back to the end of the table and with one final push, our first of two was in the doctor’s capable hands safe and sound, and wailing at the top of his or her lungs.

  I pulled myself up to rest on my elbows, “Well? do we have a son or daughter, Dirk?” I asked anxiously, as the doctor handed the baby over to his waiting father’s hands. My husband’s gorgeous face was glowing with pure pride. “We have a beautiful baby boy, Autumn,” he cooed, a tear rolling down his cheek. “He’s perfect.”

  “Just like his father,” I murmured.

  “No, just like his mother,” Dirk corrected. The attending nurse was there, after Dirk cut the umbilical cord to put a clamp on the stump. She wrapped our baby in a blue blanket and brought him up to me. I took my baby boy from her and Dirk was right next to me, counting fingers and toes.

  “Well, I get to name this one as per our agreement,” I said, as Baby #1 curled his fingers around my thumb. Dirk and I had made a deal that I named the first one out of the gate; he named the second one. Neither of us had shared our name choices, because well, we knew we’d likely argue about them anyway.

  The only provision Dirk mandated was if one or both were boys, no ‘Dirk Jr. shit’ as he had so eloquently phrased it. My provision had been similar: if one or both were girls, no naming her Winter since their due date was late January.

  Agreed.

  “So,” my husband said, gazing down at me and the baby with pure love dancing in his eyes, “are you planning on giving this little chap a name before Baby #2 comes screaming to the party?” I could feel my next set of contractions ramping up as I held the baby up for Dirk to take.

  “Yes,” I said, starting my hee-hee breathing. “Adam Roland Sexton.”

  Dirk grinned and nodded. “I like it,” he said, handing off the baby to the nurse for vitals. “Now let’s bring Adam’s brother or sister to the party, unless... “

  “Unless what?” I asked gritting my teeth. This one was going to go qu
icker, I could tell.

  “Unless you’re too tired baby. Want to wait until tomorrow?” he teased.

  “Dirk Roland Sexton, get your ass down to the end of this table and get ready to catch this baby,” I gasped.

  “This one is coming quick, Autumn, give me a couple of good hard pushes.”

  “Babe, this one is bald,” Dirk commented. “I was a bald baby according to Mom,” he continued.

  “Surprise, surprise,” I rasped, gritting my teeth and bearing down, “so was I.”

  Another push, another sound of a baby crying and Dirk gazed up at me. “She’s beautiful, babe,” he said, another tear escaping. “We have a daughter and she’s perfect, just like you.”

  I felt the tears running down my cheeks. Tears of happiness; of fulfillment; of joy.

  “Thank you,” Dirk whispered, handing the pink rosy cheeked bundle to me. She was indeed perfect.

  “Thank you, Mr. Sexton,” I replied softly gazing into his eyes, “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

  “My pleasure,” he replied, leaning over and placing a soft kiss on my lips. “Are you ready?” he asked.

  “For her name?”

  He nodded.

  I sighed. “Lay it on me babe.”

  “Eva Marie Sexton. How does that grab you?”

  Marie was my middle name. So we’d both had honored middle names. “Eva,” I said, “Yes I love it did you have that planned all along?”

  “I did,” he said with a proud grin.

  “But Dirrrk,” I said with a smile, “You know we’ll be taking some ribbing?” He cocked a puzzled brow.

  “Adam and Eva? Don’t you think it sounds, I dunno... kind of biblical?”

  “I think they will love their names. After all, it’s the first gift their parents gave them.”

  Dirk

  Two weeks later

  “Whaaaah!! “Whaaaaaaahhhh!!”

  “Shit,” I mumbled, crawling out of our bed. “I don’t know why the fuck I ever agreed to this deal, Autumn.”

  “That’s Eva’s cry, Dirk. There’s plenty of pumped milk in the fridge. Do I bitch about it when Adam’s hungry?”

  “Nooo,” I grumbled, “But for fuck’s sake, he sleeps five hours at a time. Are you lacing his breast milk with some kind of sedative?” I asked.