I pulled to a stop in my driveway and eyed Natalie's sleeping form with a disappointed sigh. I got out and went around to her door, then opened it. I unfastened her seatbelt and picked her up out of her seat. I carried her into the house and made it all the way to the bedroom without waking her. However, when I lowered her onto the bed, she startled awake with a gasp. She looked around with wild eyes for a moment before focusing on me.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart," I murmured softly. "I didn't mean to wake you. I just carried you in, and I'm going to put you to bed."
She frowned as she sat up. "I don't want to go to bed. I thought we were going to have sex tonight."
"You fell asleep in the car, Natalie." I reached out and brushed my knuckles down her left cheek. "If you're tired, we can wait."
"I was sleeping so I had more energy for later, my love." She stood up in front of me with a wicked smile, putting her gorgeous mouth very close to mine. I grabbed her ass and ground my semi-erect cock against her pelvis, letting her feel it harden and lengthen for her.
"Thank God," I breathed out with relief. "I thought I was going to have to take care of this situation by myself."
"We can't have that," she said in a throaty seductive tone that made me groan with need. I sank my teeth into her lower lip and sucked it into my mouth. Natalie swooned against me and let out a low irresistible moan. I kissed her fiercely, forcing my tongue into her mouth as I fisted her hair in my hands.
"I'm going to fuck that gorgeous mouth," I growled out between kisses.
Her soft whimpered reply fed something in me that let loose my dark desires. I gripped her throat in my hand and watched her eyes soften. Her body relaxed in submission against me. I squeezed her throat for a second, eliciting a low moan from her that made me hum in satisfaction.
"You were made for me," I told her with absolute certainty. "You're mine, say it."
"I'm...I'm yours, David," she whimpered.
"Who's lips are these?" I whispered harshly against her mouth.
"Yours."
"Who's tits are these?" I brushed her left nipple through her sweater with my thumb.
"Yours."
"Who's ass is this?" I dug my fingers into her ass and thrust against her.
"Yours."
I nipped her ear, making her jump. I reached under her skirt to glide my fingers through her wetness. "Who owns this pussy?" I asked her in a rough voice, then suddenly thrust two fingers inside her already wet pussy. Her body jerked as she gasped with pleasure.
"You do, David," she whimpered as she looked at me with lust hooded eyes. "Only you. Always."
"Good girl," I murmured softly. "Now," I said in a demanding tone, "strip and lie on the bed for me."
"Yes, sir," she whispered and hurried to obey me. Soon she was lying naked on my bed. I began taking my clothes off slowly, and I drank in the sight of her writhing with need and panting with desire as she watched me undress.
"Arms above your head," I told her as I climbed on the bed and crawled up her body until I was straddling her shoulders. She raised her arms, and her eyes darkened with arousal as she stared at my cock bobbing in front of her face. "Now I'm going to fuck your mouth," I said harshly as I trembled with need. I'd been on the edge for so long that it was taking all my energy to hold onto my control.
She locked her eyes on mine, and I saw nothing but absolute trust and unbridled desire there. It filled me up with pleasure that she knew that I'd never betray that trust, and I'd always take care of her, body and heart.
"Open, sweetheart."
She obeyed immediately and opened her mouth for me. I pushed my hips forward and fed my dick to her. She moaned in pleasure as I pushed in slowly, reveling in the warm wetness and the feel of her tongue swirling across the underside of my cock. I nearly came on the spot as I watched her lips spread wide around me, her eyes lit up with happiness.
"Damn, I love you, Natalie," I whispered hoarsely as my love for her surged up inside me. She moaned around my erection, her eyes warming at my words. I began thrusting slowly in and out of her perfect mouth, our eyes still locked together. "You're going to take my cock, aren't you?" She nodded enthusiastically as she forgot herself for a moment, and tried to reach for me. I stopped her with a glare. "Did I say you could move your arms? Am I going to have to hold them down?" She nodded again as her eyes lit up at that idea. A dark laugh spilled out of my mouth at her reaction.
"You're such a bad girl," I growled as I grabbed her wrists above her head and held them firmly. She began fighting against my grip just the way I liked. I didn't even have to ask, and it severed my control. I started thrusting into her mouth deeper and faster, grunting with pleasure each time I hit the back of her throat. She whimpered and shuddered under me, the sound of her obvious enjoyment spurring me on. I pushed myself right to the very edge, thrusting faster and deeper until her eyes began to water, and saliva leaked from around her lips. I pulled out just as my balls tightened, and I was a hair's breath from exploding in her mouth.
I slid down her body until my aching cock was bumping against her entrance. I had planned on dragging this out longer, but I needed her. I needed to be inside her, our bodies connected and moving together.
"Touch me, Natalie. Touch me now." I let go of her wrists, and her hands flew to my shoulders. She sank her nails into my skin, the sting of it feeling like heaven to me. I gripped her throat in my hand again, then simultaneously squeezed my fingers and thrust myself into her roughly. "Come," I snarled, and she flew apart under me. She wailed out my name, and I loved how my hold on her throat changed the sound of her voice.
I fucked her slow and hard, ending each thrust with a sharp jab that made her moan in pleasure. She raked her nails across my back and wrapped her long legs around my waist. It drove me insane as I sank even deeper into her body. I let go of her throat and sank my teeth into the soft skin where her neck and shoulder met. I bit down hard, and worried and sucked at her skin, pulling it into my mouth and surely leaving a mark that would let the world know that she was mine. Just as the furrows her nails left on my back marked me as hers. It was primal and primitive, and turned me on like nothing else.
"Yes, yes, yes..." she started chanting loudly as I felt her body tense in anticipation of the massive orgasm that was about to obliterate her. I felt my balls tighten as my orgasm began to surge up inside me.
"Come with me, Natalie," I snarled. "Come now!"
Unbelievable pleasure detonated out of me in a massive rush. I shouted out her name as I felt her body arch up against mine, both of us convulsing and shuddering with bliss. She screamed on and on under me; her insides spasming almost painfully around my dick, milking me of every last drop of pleasure I had as my cock jumped and twitched inside her. Her nails dug deep into my back, the bite of pain making my release that much sweeter. I bit her shoulder as I rode out the rest of my orgasm until we were both limp, spent, and covered in sweat.
"Ty moe povitrya," I said softly as I looked down to see happy tears coursing from her luminous green eyes. My love for her welled up inside me. "You are my air, but so much more, sweetheart. You're my everything. I love you, Natalie."
"I love you too, David," she whimpered in an emotional voice.
I rolled us over onto our sides, facing each other as my cock slid out of her. I wiped a few tears from her eyes and gave her a gentle kiss on her soft lips. Then I pressed my forehead to hers and let myself start to drift off to sleep to the sound of her breathing softly next to me, planning on falling asleep just like this every night for the rest of my life.
Chapter Eleven
Natalie
"Ford is here!" I called from the living room as I heard my brother's old truck rumbling to a stop in the driveway behind David's Audi. I hurried to the front window and peeked out through the heavily falling snow to see Ford getting out of his truck. Moments later, the doorbell was ringing, and I was excitedly answering the door.
"Merry Christmas, Natie," he announced in his deep
rumbling voice as I swung the door open. He stood on the porch covered in melting snow flakes, carrying a large gift bag and a pie.
"Merry Christmas, big brother." I smiled widely at him and invited him in. He stomped his snow-covered boots on the rug as I took the bag and pie from him. I watched him take off his coat and boots, then he wrapped me up in a big bear hug that lifted me off my feet. I barely kept the pie from falling on the floor.
It was Christmas Eve, and Ford and I were having our annual night before Christmas get together, only this time we had David to cook an actual dinner for us. We'd been doing this for years to give ourselves at least one family holiday party that was free of Mom's over-the-top food, decor, and insanity.
"How are the roads?" I asked as he set me back down and let me go.
"Absolute shit," Ford grumbled.
"I told you we could do this on a different day when the weather was better," I told him in a slightly scolding tone as I went to put the gift bag under the Christmas tree.
"No amount of shitty weather was going to keep us from having our first Christmas Eve with David and the little peanut." He gave me a wide grin that crinkled the skin around his eyes.
"The baby is a lot bigger than a peanut now, Ford." I returned his smile. "It's more like a lime at almost eleven weeks." I had been spending a lot of time on the Internet the last week or so learning a lot of stuff about being pregnant. Some of it was good and some bad, but all and all, I was really starting to get excited about being pregnant.
"I am not calling my niece or nephew a lime," he said in mock exasperation. "I'm sticking with calling them a peanut." He paused and inhaled deeply then smiled again. "Holy hell, it smells amazing in here. What is he making?"
"A ham, and scalloped potatoes," I answered him excitedly. Usually, Ford and I had a frozen pizza, and a store bought pie.
"You need to marry that man," Ford said vehemently with a gleam of amusement in his eyes.
"Let's get through this pregnancy first." I rolled my eyes at my idiot brother. Marriage was something he and I would never rush into. "Come on. Let's go harass the chef."
Ford followed me into the kitchen to find David pulling the ham out of the oven. He set the pan on top of the stove and turned to give my brother a warm smile. "Merry Christmas, Ford. I hope your hungry."
"I'm starving, man," Ford said excitedly. "That smells incredible."
"Thanks," David said with a pleased expression. "We'll be able to eat in about fifteen minutes."
I set the pie down on the center island, and noticed that it didn't come from a store at all. I glanced up at Ford in surprise. "Did you make this?"
"Oh hell no," he rumbled out with a laugh. "I conned Audrey into making it for me yesterday." Audrey was our mother's housekeeper and an amazing cook.
"Thank God," I breathed out. "I was afraid to eat it for a second there."
"At least I can cook eggs," Ford growled back with a smirk. I should have never told my brother about my failed breakfast attempt a few weeks ago.
"She can't even manage toast," David chimed in as he winked at me.
"You guys are assholes." I glared at each of them. "Your Christmas spirit sucks. Seriously, who picks on a pregnant woman on Christmas?"
"Well, technically it's not Christmas yet," Ford said with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "It's open season until midnight."
I flipped my brother off as they laughed at me. "Just for that, you can get your own damn drink."
"I'll get you one," David told Ford as he moved toward the fridge, ignoring my glare at him. "Want a beer, or wine?" He motioned toward the open bottle of Moscato next to his partially full wine glass.
"Beer, please" Ford said with a nod as he scratched at his short scruffy beard. "I'm not anywhere near sophisticated enough for wine."
I nodded in agreement as I took in my brother's chin length hair, torn jeans, and old red flannel shirt. "I wouldn't want you any other way, Ford."
He slung an arm around my shoulders and kissed the top of my head. "I love you, Natie," he said in a gentle tone.
"Love you too," I murmured happily as I wrapped my arms around his waist.
"Why don't you two have a seat at the table, and I'll bring everything out in a moment," David suggested as he handed Ford a bottle of beer and me a bottle of sparkling water.
"He's just trying to butter us up into doing the dishes later," I told my brother with an eye roll. David smiled and shrugged unapologetically as Ford and I left the kitchen.
A little while later, we were all sitting around the table eating and laughing. I couldn't think of a better way to spend Christmas Eve than with my two favorite men in the world. After dinner, we went out to the living room to exchange gifts. Every year Ford and I bought gag gifts for our Christmas Eve, and this year was no different. I scurried over to the Christmas tree and grabbed my gift for my brother.
"I get to give you mine first," I told Ford, as David and he took a seat on each end of the couch. I plopped down between them and handed Ford a small gift bag. He took it from me with a smile and reached in to pull out his gift. He lifted up a black T-shirt that said Say 'Uncle' in white big block letters across the chest.
He burst out laughing. "I love it," he said, and I couldn't help the big idiotic smile on my face. He gave me a quick hug before rising to grab the large gift bag he had brought. He pulled out a gift-wrapped box. "This is for both of you." He handed it to me as he sat back down, and I wiggled around with excitement.
David watched with a smile as I ripped off the wrapping paper and opened the box. Inside were two white coffee mugs. I pulled them both out to find that one had "Mommy" written on it with a heart underneath, and the other was the same with "Daddy" on it instead.
"Oh Ford," I murmured as tears welled up in my eyes. I traced the words on each mug with my fingertips. "They're perfect."
David took his mug from me with a shaking hand. I looked over at him to see a soft smile spread across his lips, and his eyes turn glassy. "Thanks, Ford," he whispered as he stared at his gift.
"Congratulations, you guys," Ford said in the most emotional voice I had ever heard from him.
I leaned over and kissed my brother's cheek. David reached over and patted Ford on the back. This Christmas Eve just kept getting better and better.
Ford reached into his bag and pulled out another small gift bag. He handed it to me with a soft smile.
"What's this?" I asked in bemusement. "We're only supposed to get one gift each."
"Well, one of us hasn't gotten a gift yet," he said in amusement.
"What are you talking about?" I looked at him quizzically.
"Just read the tag," he said as he rolled his eyes at me.
I looked down at the bag. It said, "To: The Peanut, From: Uncle Ford". I peered inside, then reached in to pull out a tiny piece of fabric. I unfolded it to find a little baby onesie. It was a little white T-shirt that had a sparkly skull and crossbones on the chest, and its long sleeves looked like full-sleeve tattoos. It was absolutely adorable, and the very first gift the baby had ever received from anyone. I immediately burst into happy tears.
"You're the best brother ever," I sobbed out, and to my shock, Ford's eyes actually looked like he was on the verge of crying himself. I hugged him fiercely. It was official. This was the best Christmas Eve dinner I ever had.
We spent the rest of the evening watching Christmas movies, and generally carrying on. When Ford finally decided to head home, we realized that the road was covered in a thick layer of snow. David suggested that he stay the night, and since Ford's truck was rear-wheel drive, he agreed immediately.
I gave Ford a hug goodnight, and headed to our room to get ready for bed while David got him settled in the guest room. By the time I washed my face and brushed my teeth, David was sitting on the bed waiting for me with a soft smile on his face. I noticed a gift-wrapped box sitting next to him. I looked back at him questioningly.
"I know we were going to wait until the morn
ing to exchange gifts, sweetheart," he picked up the box and held it out to me. "But I couldn't wait to give you this one."
Part of me wanted to argue with him and make him wait, but the greedy person inside me didn't really care. "Okay," I enthusiastically agreed and hurried over to climb onto the bed. I sat cross-legged and David set the box in front of me.
I ripped into it with gusto, making David laugh at me. When all the wrapping paper was gone, I opened the box to discover a small electronic machine about the size of my hand with an attachment that looked like a little microphone. The front of it said "fetal doppler" on it.
"What is this?" I asked curiously. "A baby-sized karaoke machine?"
"No," he said with a laugh. "It's a fetal heart-rate monitor." He smiled widely. "We can listen to the baby's heart beat with it."
"We can?" I asked as giddy excitement rushed through me.
He nodded. "Lie down and we'll try it out."
I laid on my back, and watched David pull the little machine out of the box along with a little tube of gel. He set them on the comforter next to me then pushed my sweater up out of the way. He unfastened the zipper of my jeans and I lifted my hips, so he could pull my panties and jeans down enough to bare the skin above my pubic bone. He smiled as his eyes fell on my bare belly, then he leaned down and briefly kissed the skin just above my soft curls.
He grabbed the little tube and opened it, then squeezed a small amount of the cold gel onto me. He turned the machine on, and started gliding the wand across my skin. I suddenly heard a slow steady whooshing sound.
"Is that it?" I asked excitedly.
"Not yet." He grinned at me. "That's your placenta. It's too slow to be the baby."
"Then move it along, I'm dying here," I said impatiently.
"Settle down." He gave me a mock glare. "I haven't done this since nursing school. Give me a second."
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