by Lolita Lane
"Noelle, I don't have a ring on me. But I can't wait any longer for this. I need to make you mine, and I need to make you mine now. Noelle, will you marry me?"
My mouth dropped open. When I was a little girl, I dreamed of this moment. It usually involved candle light, wine, and us dressed in fine clothes. Me in a comfortable dress, him in a sleeveless shirt after a car accident? Yeah, I never saw this coming. It didn't matter one bit, however.
"Yes. Yes, yes!" I called out.
In lieu of sliding an engagement ring on my finger, he simply stood and kissed me again. It was a solid replacement, our lips locking, and fireworks going off in my head.
My mind flashed back to us being in tenth grade. Stupid teenagers, doing stupid teenaged things in the woods. Sitting around a fire, all of our friends asleep. "One day, I'm going to make you my wife, Noelle."
I remember giggling like a madwoman. I never knew when he was going to act on that promise. Even if we wanted to get married then, we were minors, and our parents wouldn't allow such a thing in a million years. I held onto the memory, knowing that it would one day happen. Even through those six long years of misery, maybe that's what kept me going. That I would feel the way I did around that campfire again, loving a man far more than I loved anything else in the whole wide world.
His kiss was deeper. We stumbled over to the hood of my car. His hands were running through my hair, and my fingers were clawing down his back. We were both in a six month dry spell, and more than ever, we wanted to end it. We didn't care where it happened.
Unfortunately, other people did.
"Ma'am? Sir? Ma'am!" The voice called out. It was a cop, and Bruce slowly pulled off of me.
Bruce shrugged, and whispered in my ear. "Let me handle this. I'm a celebrity, you know."
I giggled, and I watched him go to work.
"Officer!"
"You look familiar, son." The officer looked him up and down. "You're Bruce Flynn!"
"Oh yes. I was just stopping off to help this poor woman. You see that man over there?" He pointed to the paparazzi. He was breathing, but barely moving since Bruce tackled him."He was driving so aggressively, he ran her off the road. When I arrived, he was being hostile, shouting profanity and approaching her threateningly. I put an end to it, if you understand."
The officer nodded, and looked over. "Will you verify Mr. Flynn's story, ma'am?"
I nodded.
The officer looked toward Bruce. "Can... can I get a few autographs? My son is your biggest fan."
"Gladly. I hope that the paramedics will check on Noelle here and make sure she's fine, and then I can carry on?"
"Of course! You're just being a good Samaritan."
"Excellent, now what do you want me to sign?"
I watched as Bruce walked over with the officer. He dug a football out of his car along with a marker, and scribbled onto it, along with some photos. The officer seemed pleased.
After believing him to be a liar for so long, this should have been a red flag for me. The doubt wasn't there, though. His devotion, his proposal, made me believe him completely. There was a huge canyon between bending the truth a little to get out of the paperwork that came with a justified assault charge and cheating on your wife, after all. One was betrayal, and the other was simply wanting to get to having me as soon as he possibly could.
The paramedics came. They checked me out, made sure there was no evidence of back or neck problems. The accident was minor, but even a minor one can have effects sometimes. Bruce wanted me to hurry up, but at the same time, he knew my health was important.
Soon enough, they just told me to head to an emergency room if I had any unexplainable pain anywhere. I agreed. Bruce had called for a tow truck to come deal with my car, and was already holding the door to his fancy sports car open for me when I slipped out of the ambulance.
I took advantage of his chivalry, and stepped into the car, letting him close the door for me. I realized that I had a whole mess of things to deal with. My career, Bruce, where I was moving to, Bruce, but I decided it all didn't matter right now.
I had Bruce. After everything that had happened, I had Bruce, and that's all I needed. With him, everything would be a-okay.
Chapter Twelve
I followed him back into the mansion, him gesturing to it all. "This is going to be yours, ours, Noelle. All of this. This is what I always dreamed for us."
"I would have been perfectly fine just getting by back in Franklin you know," I replied, walking around. It was definitely something to think of a place like this as my home. I grew up in a small split level duplex. I had a small one bedroom apartment when I came back from college. This? This was a huge step up from anywhere I've been before.
"What part of you deserve only absolutely the very best don't you understand?" He walked a few steps. I think he was subconsciously leading me somewhere, and I followed. "Besides, we need lots of space, you know. For all the children you're going to give me."
All I could do was smile as he placed his hand on my belly. Bruce and I discussed much back in high school about what we wanted out of life. Sure, people get older, things change. Back then, we had no idea what size of family we wanted. Today, I wasn't sure either. All I knew was that the creation process was quite fun and incredibly enjoyable.
Bruce led me through the house, coming to his large, fancy pool once more. In spite of my claims of being happy with a small place, I have to say that having a heated indoor pool was definitely very tempting.
Then, in a flash, I saw Bruce fling off his shirt, and shove down his shorts and undergarments, leaving a pile of clothes behind as he dived into the pool completely naked.
He out and out told me he did this before, but it still took me by surprise to seem him do it so suddenly. It was nice view, at least, watching his body move in the water, his muscles flexing, and his cock tempting me. "Come on in, Noelle. Enjoy this with me."
I nibbled on my lip, anxious from what he was asking. "You know I'm pregnant, right?"
"Pools aren't poisonous to pregnant women or their babies."
"It's not that, just. You know. I'm sort of bloated and everything."
Bruce ran his hand through his hair, scratching. "I don't get your objection?"
I anxiously looked around. "I was hoping, we could, you know, keep you seeing me without clothes to something we did in the dark."
He let out a deep breath and climbed out of the pool. He walked over to me, and stood tall over my form. He leaned in, reaching behind my dress, finding the zipper, and pulling it down. Gravity did the rest of the work as the dress fell around my feet, and leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties.
I was nervous, avoiding eye contact with him, but he was undeterred. He kept going, reaching around and unsnapping my bra, letting my tender breasts fall free. He didn't stop there. He pushed my panties down my legs, and then left me completely naked in front of him, barring sandals.
Bruce then took a few steps back, looked me up and down. "You're absolutely beautiful, Noelle. Hell, I'd even say it makes you cuter than ever before. Your breasts, your belly. It's you being a woman. Being my woman."
He stepped forward, and hugged me, his body pressing against my sensitive breasts. A kiss, as passionate as ever, before breaking away, holding my hand in his. "Join me."
So adeptly overcoming my objections, I followed him right in, sliding off my sandals and leaping right into the deep end with him.
I crashed into the water, and its coolness quickly overwhelmed me, covering my body so completely. The flow of the water tickled my everything, and feeling rush against my intimate parts especially made me realize why Bruce wanted a place he could be so private.
We floated upwards, coming out of the water, still holding hands with one another. He pulled me closer to him, embracing me, our bare bodies entwining. He took me to the wall of the pool, kissing me, teasing my oh so tender breasts, electricity shooting through me.
I wanted a piece of him to
o, reaching between his legs, and feeling that his cock was hard and ready in spite of the water's coolness. Bruce apparently didn't care that shrinkage was an issue for some.
He groaned softly as I jerked him, his smile matching my own. He was so tense, I leaned in and whispered into his ears. "It's been so long since I sucked your cock. Why don't you let me taste you again?"
"Even in the pool?"
"I don't care. Sit up, let me taste you."
He shrugged, and perched himself at the edge of the pool, his cock coming out above the water. After all, we were out to please one another, not drown each other. I leaned in, jerking him harder, my strokes steady. I used my hands to warm his balls which were affected by the coolness, but I knew better than to judge his potency based on appearance alone. My big, unwieldy belly that was floating in the water was a living testament to his virility.
It quivered in my hand as I brought my mouth to the tip. The scent of the pool's water was quickly fading as I licked at the tip of his cock, causing it to shudder ever so slightly under my movements. God, I loved the taste of his flesh. It'd been so long. It was like a dirtier, filthier version of coming home to Mom's home cooking after years away. Only I wasn't actually eating him.
Point is, nostalgia for this was incredibly strong. I kept petting him as I kissed his cock, then under it, raining down my kisses all the way to his balls. I took them in, and let them get good and warmed up in my mouth, juggling them with my tongue. I sucked, hard, and I heard his gasp. I knew some women found oral sex degrading. For me, though, sucking Bruce's cock was the rare case where I was in total control of our relationship. He had to play nice otherwise I wouldn't suck as hard next time.
As is, he ran his hand through my wet hair, playing with it for me. A nice touch, I rewarded him with a long lick up him to his head, before going down in another direction. I was making sure that he was good and solidly well lathered by my warm saliva, letting the contrast of temperatures only heighten our experience.
Finally, I let the head of his cock come past my lips a little bit, letting my tongue bat at him and tease him even more. I let out the littlest sucks as I took him in deeper, keeping that flesh jerking toward me, my hands massaging what my mouth could not. Soon I had taken him all the way inside me, him almost going down my throat proper. Sure, there was the strange bit of discomfort over holding something so big in my mouth, but the adrenaline rushing through my head pushed me forward in my endeavor. It was all so totally worth it.
Soon, my tongue was twisting over his cock as my lips slid back and forth over him. His balls in my fingers, testing them, juggling them, keeping him wholly stimulated no matter what point in my cycle I was in. His groans grew louder, and more frequent. Bruce had to let go of my hair to focus on keeping himself going.
Over the years, I had built up Bruce's stamina from a teenager who would spurt if I looked at him the right way, all the way to the marathon man that I thought he was now.
The littlest drop of cum hitting my tongue though told me that he was out of practice. If I had any doubt of his vow of near celibacy since our break up, his body was out to wash those all away. Jerking him, sucking him, taking him deep. Bruce was struggling to hold himself together as the mother of his children greedily sucked his cock.
I wanted all of it. It was a treat I had gone far too long without. So I went faster. That whole cock was mine to use and abuse, and I wanted all of its juice. To get the juice, you have to squeeze the fruit hard, and sucking cock wasn't all that different. My hands, my neck, my tongue were all moving at such a rapid rate. I could sense Bruce's body tensing, unable to resist me for much longer.
"Goddamn, Noelle, how the hell did a virgin get so good at sucking cock?" He grit his teeth, my mouth becoming too much. Sure, I wasn't a virgin anymore, but I had spent four years practicing with the cock before me, and I'd learned it completely. Every quirk, every little variation in texture, every little vein.
This cock was mine. No, this didn't belong to him anymore, this was for my pleasure now.
I shot him a sexy, yet determined glare. I think it was that that finally pushed him over. His cock pulsed inside my cheeks as his warm cum flowed down my throat again and again, without restraint.
Quickly I swallowed it up. His nectar was bliss to me, and I always wanted more of it. There was so much need in there though that it was impossible for me to drink it all up in time. Soon, his cock exploded out of my mouth, bringing a trail of his cum with it and dripping it all over my face.
All I could do was laugh, and look at him. I knew that he was seeing me, my cum stained face, and how ridiculous it all looked.
He was breathing heavily, smiling. "It's so not fair how good you are at that. You're such a mess, Noelle."
Bruce dropped back down into the pull and pushed some of the hair out of my face.
Then, in an explosion of strength, he picked me up and set me up where he was moments before. "It's my turn. I've missed your taste too, beautiful."
My legs spread for him, my smile growing wider. I certainly wasn't going to say no to this. He climbed up, shared another kiss with me and slid back down into the water running a hand over my body as he went. His fingers wrapped around my nipples, buzzing me, abusing their tenderness against me. He kept his massage light yet firm, tickling me there perfectly. He laid a firm kiss on my nub, and sucked deeply on it, sending a powerful wave through my body.
It wasn't just one either. He kept going, another jolt through me, and then another. His hands slid down my cool, wet body, warming it up to his touch and reminding me just how good a man's touch could really be. Running his finger down and around my labia, I could feel my arousal igniting, hotter, even more intense. Six months without anything but my own fingers, six months with the chaotic hormones of pregnancy, it was all rushing at me with a vengeance now.
Holding myself steady, Bruce got right to work worshiping me. My legs slid over his shoulders, his tongue sliding down to my slit. It thrust inside me deep, and he began to fuck me with it properly, his fingers switching up and going to my clit, tenderly rubbing me between them and letting the bliss build in me more.
Every little move was adding more and more to that growing power inside my body's core. Making me a bit more tense with every move, making me moan, long and loud, low and high. Just as my tongue had ravaged him, his was ravaging me, shaking me harder and faster with his sheer dedication to making ache and cum.
My teeth grit, knowing the tide was going to unleash soon over my body. As much as I teased him for losing the stamina I had built in him, I wasn't much better. Those digits and licks were quickly turning me into a quivering, orgasmic mess – and I loved it.
I wriggled in his arms, but he held me steady, licking and sucking me so adeptly. It was too much for any woman to bear, and soon I was begging for him to keep going. At least in theory, anyway, as I'm pretty sure whatever came out of my mouth was filthy and incoherent.
Moments later, all the tension that was built up inside of finally released in an epic fashion. It unleashed over my entire body, pulsing over me again and again as bliss shuddered outward from my clit over to everything else. Through my chest, through my limbs, pleasure was entire body for one brief, shining moment.
Arms giving way, I settled back into the pool, the water cooling my passions for the briefest of moments. He brought me down, and shared another strong kiss with me.
In spite of me sucking him dry merely moments ago, I felt his erection poking at my thigh. "I'm ready for more," he said, with his own brand of seduction.
"You're insatiable, aren't you?"
"It's you, Noelle. You're the one who does these things to me, and makes me crazy. Just seeing you is enough to make a man hard."
Slowly, he guided me around the pool, letting me brace myself against the wall. Coming from behind me, he ran his hands down my body, his touch igniting my sides, and tickling my swollen belly as he worked toward my ass. The water encompassing me was doing so well
in suppressing the aches and pains that I'd grown so used to in recent months.
His fingers against my flesh though, that was even better. Beneath the water, he was pressing against my sex, his cock head tickling, separating my pussy's folds. It was warm, intense, a unique experience really. The water, the heat, my body's aches from his deft cunnilingus, it was all coming together as he began to press himself inward.
I shuddered a bit as I took him in. The need inside me was still so strong in spite of me coming so hard already. Placing his hands firmly on my hips, he started to fuck me. Slowly at first, as that's the rate the water allowed. There was this strange weightless quality to it all that I was highly intrigued by. Still, Bruce was an incredibly powerful man. He didn’t spend hours in the gym and out in the field for nothing.
The resistance of the water was pushed against, and he soon started to fuck me faster, harder. Letting out a long, low groan as he did so, I turned my neck to look back at him, so determined. Even with my unwieldy pregnant body, he had the reach to move his hands and squeeze my tender, needy breasts. Him touching me like that, it was so strong, so powerful. The sensitivity I had there was always pretty high, but what pregnancy did to my body just took it to a whole new level.
He fucked me as he teased my breasts, letting the electricity build in me. I was whimpering, moaning, I don't even know what the term was for what I was doing. I nibbled on my lip as I bounced my hips back onto him, wanting even more of him, letting us work in greater concert for one another's pleasure.
All so high, all so mighty, it only got even more intense as we went. He ever so subtly changed the way he was fucking me an I moaned loudly, it's echo bouncing throughout the pool's room. He was hitting an area inside me I never felt before. When he noticed the sound I made though, Bruce zeroed in on it and started to fuck me harder, hitting that spot again and again.
I was breathing harshly, calling out, it was all too much for anyone to handle as he ravaged my body with his hands and his cock. Rapidly penetrating me, I felt him press his chest against my back, and ease me up as I barely held onto my coherence through it all. Turning, he kissed me as he fucked me. He held onto that kiss, even as the flames inside me were burning far too hard for me to truly contain.