She nods. “More than alright. But Lucien, I’ve always wanted to join the mile high club.”
What the fuck?
I stumble as I’m placing her on the bed, falling next to her.
“You are playing hell with my resolve not to love you until we’ve spoken.”
“Lucien, I want to be naughty,” she tells me with a sexy grin on her face and her hand wandering down to my aching cock, which she rubs through my pants.
Removing her hand, I exhale and try to control the rising temperature in my blood as she writhes next to me. Her arousal obvious.
I can stay clothed, it will probably kill me, but I’ve been told in the past that I have will of steel. Well, I guess I’m about to put that to the test.
Rolling from the bed, I smirk at her when she pouts. “You’re leaving me like this?”
“Hell, no!”
Kneeling at the foot of the bed, I laugh when I see the red chucks on her feet, sticking out from beneath her dress.
“Michael had the same reaction.”
“I was expecting stilettos, but I’m glad you had something comfortable on.”
“I can’t walk in heels anymore. They wreck my back.”
“I’m here to kiss any aches and pains away now.”
“Well, I have a major ache between my thighs right now.”
I pull each chuck off and let them drop to the floor. “Hmm. Is that right?”
Caressing up from her feet, past her calves and knees, she parts her legs as I feel them quiver beneath my touch. I plan on touching her everywhere, but right now my destination is her belly. I have this need to see her stomach without anything between my eyes and her skin.
Now I’m kneeling between her legs, I watch as she unclasps the halter from around her neck and shoves it down past her large breasts. Trying not to stare at the dusky nipples, which are hard and standing at attention, I climb from the bed pulling her dress off the rest of the way as I go. Turning back to the bed, I catch my breath. She’s lying on her back, spread open for me and completely naked.
The longer I stand staring at her beauty her smile starts to slip.
Yanking my tie off and loosening the front couple of buttons of my shirt, I drop back to the bed and bring her legs closer to me as I straddle them.
“Can I touch your stomach?”
She nods, tears shimmering in her eyes.
With both hands, I slowly caress over her belly, back and forth. I can’t get enough of touching her. Our baby is snuggling inside her, right where my hands are. I’m in awe. After a few minutes, I start to tease up to her nipples before moving back over our baby. Then using my thumb and finger, I pinch one of the plump globes.
She responds by trying to arch from the bed, but she can’t as I’m across her legs, holding her still.
“You like that?”
“God, yes,” bursts from her mouth.
I lean forward, and keeping in mind that I can’t drop my full weight on top of her, I lick and suck one nipple into my mouth while my hands continues to play with her other.
“Argh, don’t stop,” she begs. “Lucien.”
Her fingers slide through my hair before she tightens her hold to keep me against her. I massage her nipple against the roof of my mouth with my tongue before switching to the other, while her hips are pushing up from the bed.
“Why am I the only one naked and having fun?” she whines.
“I’d smack you on the ass after that question, if I could reach it.”
“Humph.”
I start to laugh. “I didn’t mean…never mind.”
Placing a kiss to her stomach, I rear up and grasp her one hand, guiding it to my throbbing cock. “I’m having fun. But my dick stays behind the zipper tonight.”
She squeezes.
My eyes practically roll back in my head before I knock her hand away. “Enough of that.”
Crawling down her body with licks and kisses, I spread her thighs again and, lying down between them, kiss the top of her pussy.
“Oh God.”
I chuckle.
Sabrina raises her head, resting on her elbows. “Did you just laugh at me?”
“I wouldn’t dare. Now lie back and let me taste you.”
She smirks as she drops to the bed. “You have a sexy bum.”
Pausing, I repeat, “Bum?”
“You know, ass or arse as the British say it.”
I’d forgotten she’s spent a long time working in England.
“Bum, though. Really?”
“You do. And you are aware there’s a mirror behind you and I can see your bum rather nicely through it. If you were to strip, I’d be able to see straight between your legs to your balls, just like you’re seeing my pussy. Your ass is nice and firm. One of these days, I wouldn’t mind sinking my teeth into it.”
“Fuck woman.”
“Yes please.”
With further ado, I use my fingers to open her to my eyes, and shove my tongue straight inside her.
She drops to the bed, and is finally silent, well, unless you count the moans and groaning coming from her.
~*~*~*~
Pulling up to my home in the early hours of the morning, I watch as a look of delight appears on Sabrina’s face.
Dante headed back to his place a few hours ago, and has switched the outside lights on, so that Sabrina gets to see the house looking like a Christmas card. There had been a light sprinkling of snow earlier, which made it all the more perfect.
Looking at Sabrina now, she turns to me, and whispers, “I don’t know what to say.” She covers her mouth with her hand. “You have the most amazing house.”
We have the most amazing house.
I don’t correct her for now.
“There must be one heck of a view from those large windows.” She points to the floor to ceiling windows to the right of the house.
“There is. You’ll see it in the morning.” I smile at her enthusiasm, and add, “Our bedroom is above those windows, and we have a balcony directly outside.” I refrain from adding, that it will be nice to sit out with a glass of wine during the summer months.
We’re going to freeze if we stay in the car any longer so climbing out, I run around and open the door for Sabrina. Taking her hand, I help her out of the car and thank God that she’s wearing chucks instead of heels with the snow on the ground.
“I can’t wait to see the inside,” she says. Her head is moving around trying to take it all in at once. “Oh, wow. You have a huge Christmas tree in your driveway.”
I laugh.
The driveway from the road is long, but as you arrive at the house it’s circular with the tree in the middle of the circle.
“C’mon, lets get inside before we freeze to death.”
“Okay.”
I wrap my arm around her telling myself it’s so she doesn’t slip. That does have something to do with it, but I just want to keep her close to me.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Sabrina
Waking up to sunlight blazing through the blinds, I stretch my lethargic body and end up kicking Lucien with the heel of my foot.
Hearing him grunt, I try to turn over but he stops me with hands on my hips. “Go back to sleep, babe.”
I wiggle back against him and smile when I come up against his hardened length that’s twitching against my bottom.
“I’m wide awake, just like something else is.”
“That’s always wide awake when I’m with you.” He chuckles. “In fact, it’s awake when I’m not and I have the thought of you in my head.”
“Mmm.” I wiggle again, and with a hiss his arm wraps around my hips, keeping me against him.
“Sabrina,” he whispers into my ear as a warning, but after the two orgasms he gave me last night on the plane, I’m desperate to feel the slide of his cock inside me.
“Lucien, I’m throbbing for you,” I moan.
His arm tightens slightly.
“I want you to know e
verything before I make love to you.”
“Then tell me.”
“Not while we’re in bed. This evening after dinner. Please just be patient with me that little bit longer.”
He’s frustrating the hell out of me, but I understand where he’s coming from.
Doesn’t mean I can’t play. After all, he must be frustrated as hell having a permanent erection. He was rock hard last night after having his hands and mouth all over me so it’s only fair I return the favor, right? If he’ll let me that is.
Reaching behind me, I slide my hand over his hip and squeeze his firm ass.
He hisses between his teeth with his cock rubbing between the crease of my bottom.
“Please don’t stop me from touching you,” I beg knowing he’s probably two seconds away from grabbing my hand.
My hand slides to the front of him and as I slowly wrap my fingers around his erection, he groans in pleasure. My thumb rubs the bulbous head coming away coated with his excitement.
Feeling wicked, I turn my head and meet his gaze over my shoulder. Bringing my hand up to my face, I suck my thumb into my mouth and watch as his eyes darken with lust.
Going back to his pulsing cock, I slightly wiggle my bottom away and push him down before wiggling back against him. His cock is now nestled between my thighs from behind.
Moving my hand to the front of me, I take his hand that’s still holding my hips in place and bring it up to my breasts before reaching down to massage the tip of him that’s against my pussy.
Having him in this position, he’s stimulating me with the length of him covering me from ass to front. I bite back the moan as his throbbing sends tremors through my body.
Rubbing him with my fingers, he starts a slow back and forth motion causing us both to moan.
“You feel good,” I whisper.
“You’ve just stolen my line.”
“Mmm. God, do that again,” I moan.
He’d just pinched my nipple, and he does as I ask sending desire shooting straight to my core, which has started to clench.
“Lucien…please.”
He kisses my shoulder as his hand slips over my hip, covering mine on his cock.
“Move your hand, babe.”
I do, placing mine on top of his, and my eyes roll back in my head.
He’s pushing his dick against me, but it’s the finger he’s slipped inside me that’s making my eyes roll.
His breathing has become as choppy as mine as he pumps his hips behind me. The head of his dick is rubbing against my clit with his thrusting.
“Oh God,” I moan, “I wanted you to come this time.”
“I will. I’m right with you…let go and come all over me.”
Not only are his fingers and cock stimulating me, but also his hand is rubbing himself off, which is arousing as hell. With my hand still on his, I can feel him touching himself causing my stomach to start to contract and my pussy to quiver. Then he slips his other arm between us, and starts pulling and twisting my nipple.
“Argh…”
I’m coming, oh God it feels good. Lucien doesn’t let up as my climax takes over my body, causing intense pleasure to my befuddle brain as our baby somersaults in my stomach. But I want him to come with me.
Moving my hand from covering his, I wrap my fingers around the head of him and squeeze with my thumb rubbing the slit in the bulbous head.
“Fuck,” he cusses as bursts of white heat start to coat my fingers, hand and thighs. “Jesus.” He sags behind me.
“You came with me.”
He places kisses on my shoulder.
“I did…Let me go and get a cloth to clean you up.”
With one last kiss to my shoulder, he slips from between my thighs and heads towards the bathroom.
I watch as he goes with my eyes admiring his strong thighs, which lead to a solid butt that is mostly covered by the bottom of his tee shirt.
Hopefully after we talk later tonight, he will stop wearing his tee shirts to bed.
~*~*~*~
“Sabrina, please stop fidgeting.”
“I’m not fidgeting.” He gives me a look that says ‘are you sure about that’. “Okay, I’m fidgeting a little bit. I’ve never had lunch with a priest before.”
Now he rolls his eyes. “Dante is a priest, but he’s also my cousin and is a great guy. The only reason the house is in the condition it’s in is because Dante has been with me these past couple of weeks while I got the place furnished.”
Is the house the way it is because of me?
I open my mouth to ask, but he beats me to it. “Yes, is the answer to the question you were about to ask me. I’ve owned this place for about seven years now, and although it’s always had the basics—a bed, sofa and television—it’s lacked the rest. I wanted you to fall in love with this house so that maybe you could see yourself living here, with me.”
He shrugs as though it’s no big deal, but it is and he’s trying to hide behind nonchalance.
Ignoring the fact we’re sitting in a public restaurant while waiting for Dante to join us, I take his face between my hands and make him look at me. “You did all that for me? Yes or no?”
His eyes burn into mine. “Yes.”
My eyes fill with tears. “Don’t you realize, I’d sleep on the floor if it meant I got to spend my life with you.” I kiss him before resting my forehead against his. “Thank you,” I smile, “for everything. Your house is beautiful on the inside and out, just like you are.”
I silence his protests with my lips. It was a corny thing to say, but I couldn’t resist, and I do mean every word. He is a beautiful man, and I’m finally starting to realize that he really is mine.
And he wants to live here with me. Moving nearly all the way across the country is frightening, but with him by my side it will be perfect.
Hearing a throat being cleared, we look to our left and I watch as a smile breaks out on the priest’s face.
Holding my hand out, I introduce myself, “Dante, I presume. I’m Sabrina.”
Taking my hand, Dante swallows it up with his and grins. “Pleasure to meet you Sabrina. Pity I didn’t meet you seven years ago.”
“Yes, well, you didn’t so stop flirting with my woman before you give that getup a bad name,” Lucien grumbles.
Dante’s grin gets wider as he looks to be about to respond when he’s interrupted.
“What can I get you father?” the server asks, silencing what he was about to say.
“Water is fine.” He looks to us. “Have you two ordered?”
“No. We can now, if you know what you’re having,” Lucien tells him.
“Surprise me. Something with chicken,” he passes the menu from the table back to the server.
“Are you okay with the chicken?” Lucien asks me.
“I’m fine, but I think I’d like a chicken salad please.”
After Lucien orders, she leaves us alone.
Dante is a handsome man, not that I’m paying that much attention. His dark hair is windblown and his five o’clock shadow gives him a bad boy look. Pity he’s a priest, as he wouldn’t have a problem getting any woman he wants to drop her panties. Even dressed as he is in his black shirt and white collar the women are passing sly glances at him, some are even directed towards Lucien.
My hand tightens in his while I glare at one woman in particular.
“Hey, what’s gotten your panties in a twist?” Lucien asks, following my gaze with Dante.
“My panties aren’t in a twist.”
Dante laughs.
“So, I have to ask, what do you think of the house?”
“It’s beautiful.” I smile at Lucien before turning back to Dante. “I believe you had something to do with it.”
“Hey, it was all Lucien. All I did was get under his feet…and cook.”
“Dante loves to cook, and I’m afraid he’s fitted the kitchen out with every pot, utensil and dish he could find.”
“There is nothing wrong wi
th having a full kitchen. I mean it’s not right having empty cupboards, and when I come and visit I’ll have everything at hand to cook for you both.” He grins as our food is placed in front of us.
“Oh this looks good,” I comment as my stomach lets out a rumble. “I think by the sound of that, your child is hungry as well.” I point my fork at Lucien.
“She’s a McKenzie and needs feeding regularly.”
“He’s a McKenzie and needs feeding regularly.”
I collect a large portion of salad onto my fork and shovel it into my mouth, sighing when the flavor bursts on my tongue.
Dante chuckles. “Well whatever the sex of your child is, they are going to be health with all that salad you’re eating.”
“I love food, but I can’t eat a large lunch otherwise I’ll sleep all afternoon and I want to make lasagna for dinner.”
“That sounds good.”
“You are not eating with us tonight,” Lucien points out to Dante. “I plan on talking to Sabrina this evening, and we could do without an audience.
“I was only teasing. I’m picking Eric up at the airport later. He’s coming out for a few days. We’ll hike and fish, and maybe camp out.”
“I met Eric in Lexington, or rather I lived with him and Ramon for a couple of weeks. He’s a great guy, but get’s grouchy when you’re dragging him from shop to shop to try and find maternity clothes.” I smile remember his face when I told him I needed bras. “He threatened to leave me when I wanted to go into a lingerie store, so I had to go back the day after alone.”
Lucien chokes on his chicken, and scowls at me.
I nudge him with my shoulder. “Notice I said I went back alone.” I kiss his cheek.
“I never thought I’d see the day, and I’m glad I have.” Dante gets up from the table and, taking my hand into his, places a kiss there before meeting my gaze. “Take care of him.”
“I will. He’s not getting rid of me this time.”
“Good.” Releasing my hand he looks at Lucien who’s gotten to his feet. They wrap each other in a manly hug. “You’ve got this,” he whispers to Lucien.
Lucien replies, “I have,” and I can hear the tears in his voice.
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