by Kim J. West
"Are these real?" I asked her, just to make sure.
"Of course they are,” she replied rolling her eyes with a shy smile.
Fuck. I was rock hard as I carefully stripped off all her clothes, leaving her standing naked before me. I took a step back to examine the beautiful sight. After all these months of not seeing her, I suspected I wouldn’t last long.
I led her to the edge of the bed where she sat, while I knelt on the floor between her legs; then pulled her head forward to kiss me. The taste of her was like an addictive drug; I didn’t know how I’d survived being separated for so long. I kissed every inch of her body, taking my time with her and saying with kisses what I hadn’t expressed with words.
"I'm responsible for this," I said, kissing her belly repeatedly and reverently.
"Let me take care of you; of both of you. I'll love you both and protect you with my life."
I pulled her face to mine and kissed her deeply, sucking erotically on her tongue until she was moaning with desire. I pushed her back onto the bed and opened her knees, running my tongue through her moist slit.
"I've missed this, I've missed you, baby." I said tonguing her expertly, sucking gently on her clit in just the way I knew she liked it. Tasting her almost had me bursting with arousal.
"I've missed you too, Jonathan," she gasped, as I worked tirelessly to remind her of all she’d missed. My attention to her body was with a sole focus; to bring her as much pleasure as possible. I sensed my hands shaking, realizing that I had some anxiety about making love to her, pleasing her; until she agreed to be my wife. I licked and sucked her leisurely at first, then built the pressure up slowly until I was pleasuring her hard and fast, her gasps and squeals driving me to insanity. She had to see how much she’d missed when she left and how much pleasure she’d have if she stayed.
"No one can love you like I do baby," I told her."No one loves this pussy like I do."
At my words, I felt her unraveling as she churned her hips without volition and within moments, she was climaxing hard, her tissues tensing against my tongue while she cried out my name repeatedly.
I gave her a moment to recover then helped her up and off the bed and took her to a couch in the bedroom. I pulled off my jeans, exposing my rock hard erection and sat down on the couch, shifting my hips down to the edge.
"Come and fuck this baby," I said helping her balance as she straddled my hips facing me. I held my dick firmly in my grasp, pointing it upwards towards her sex. She lowered herself slowly, only able to partially take it into her folds, swollen from her orgasm. I savored this moment; I had waited for her for months and the sensation of her sex gripping me tightly was more than I could take. I worried it’d be over quickly.
"Fuck! You are always so tight, baby," I managed, throwing my head back trying to absorb the ecstatic pressure around my dick.
She lowered herself onto me more and began to move up and down my cock, her sex milking me.
"Lena,” I begged, “go slow. Shit. Your pussy is pulling me in; I can't last like this. Please!"
She ignored my pleas for mercy, riding my cock harder and faster, making me curse incoherently. I growled erotically and held her hips tight while thrusting hard upwards several times. I began spurting uncontrollably into her sex, gritting my teeth with a harsh cry. After a while, my shuddering slowed down and I began again thrusting up at a leisurely pace, kissing her breasts, stroking her and praising her.
"See how good we make each other feel, baby," I breathed seductively, sweat running down my neck and chest.
"Look at you; you are so beautiful,” I said, stroking my hands over her belly. “Look how I made you look. I did this; you belong to me. You are mine; I'm never letting you go."
I watched her dim her eyes and bite her lip as she listened to me. I knew my words were having a hypnotic effect on her.
"I'm all yours Jonathan," she whispered, clearly overcome with our lovemaking. This was the right moment; I had the ring waiting on the tip of my forefinger.
“I want you to be my wife, Lena,” I gasped between thrusts. “I need your love, baby.”
"Will you marry me, Lena? Say yes, baby, please," I pleaded, thrusting up into her with seductive little circles.
"Yes, Jonathan. I'll marry you."
Yes! I’d done it. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her deeply, then slipped the ring onto the third finger of her left hand.
I then began to thrust upwards hard, chasing my next orgasm. I reached between us, rubbing circles around her clit, then pinched the lips of her sex together.
"Come for me baby," I commanded. At my words, I felt her sex grasping at my dick in orgasm, catapulting me over a pleasurable edge and we climaxed together; kissing passionately and holding each other close.
Later that night we lay in bed with me spooning behind her, stroking her belly, feeling for the tiny movements of my son. I was in awe that not only had I gotten Lena to marry me, but my son would be here in a couple of months and I couldn’t wait to meet him.
“Why did you choose this one?” she asked me, studying her ring.
“Because you are my stunning black diamond, baby. I knew what I wanted and when I didn’t find it, I had it made just for you. They tried to offer me other options but I wanted this, for the meaning behind it.”
She turned her head to kiss me.
“Thank you, it means so much to me.”
I kissed her deeply, then looked into her eyes. “I’ll buy you more jewelry in the future, but this ring is sentimental for me; I’m glad you like it.”
"So are we having a wedding? Where will we live? Where will we have the baby?"
"Lena, I don't care about any of it, as long as I know that you are my wife and I'm having a son. That's all I want. If you want a massive wedding with a thousand people or a ceremony just for the two of us, it makes no difference to me. But I want us married before the baby is born, so plan fast. As for living; if you prefer to stay here in LA, we could work it out. I'd like to live in Georgia. My father finally retired and bequeathed his shares to my future children as an inheritance like my grandfather did. My mother has sold her shares to me so I have sole control of the company now, until my children are old enough to make decisions. I just want you and my son to be happy; that’s my goal.
Chapter Sixty-Eight
Two days later, I took Lena home with me to Georgia. She had a tearful goodbye with her dad and step-mom, who I intended to fly over to Georgia once we’d made wedding plans.
A few days after our arrival in Georgia, we headed over to the Strauss Carter mansion to see my parents. Lena readily agreed to go, but I was nervous about my mother, recalling the unpleasant meeting they’d had months before.
My father welcomed her immediately, offering an awkward patting hug and kindly telling her he recognized her which I suspected was unlikely. My mother was on her best behavior offering her a handshake and a kind smile. We had a pleasant lunch, during which I constantly checked to make sure Lena was comfortable. She was unbelievably sweet and charmed my parents with ease. The nerves came back later when my mother invited Lena to go off with her into the house, leaving me alone with my dad.
After my mother and Lena had been gone for over half an hour, I decided to follow them inside, hoping they were getting along. I was pleasantly surprised to see them sitting close together, sipping iced tea, while swooning over my baby pictures. I was glad things were working out between all the people I loved and cared about the most. I left them to it and came back out with a bottle of chardonnay and glasses, pouring one each for my father and I.
“Tell me,” my father began, “what are your wedding plans?”
“Lena’s due in about five weeks so there’s no time to plan anything ostentatious.”
“You’re not running off to Vegas are you?”
“No I don’t think so; we are exchanging vows before the baby is born.”
“Well you know, every young woman has dreams of a princess wedding an
d all that.”
I hadn’t considered that. “In that case we’ll have small ceremony now, then a second wedding after the baby, if that’s what she wants.”
“If you want to exchange vows, I could call my friend Judge Robinson to officiate and I’m sure your mother would love to host everything here, rather than your lawyer’s office.”
I was pleased he was being supportive. “Sounds good; I’ll talk to Lena and see if she’s happy with that.”
“And the prenup? Have you had one drawn up?”
“I haven’t finalized anything yet.”
“I don’t want to interfere with how you run the company son, but even your mother and I had a prenup for compliance purposes. No prenup means investors get jittery.”
“I’m aware,” I said, effectively ending the conversation.
“Whatever happens, you have my support, son.”
“Thanks, dad.”
The following week, I knew my father had spoken to the corporate lawyer, Mark Dixon when he approached Lena and I to discuss the need for a prenup. I was surprised Lena didn’t flinch in the least at the suggestion, and she opted to hire her own lawyer to work things out with my personal attorney, McCoy. Her legal bills would be covered by me, so I was disappointed that instead of hiring the best attorney available, she hired some unknown small claims lawyer who I knew McCoy would cremate within minutes of negotiations. When McCoy presented me with a document awarding Lena a paltry $5 million dollars in the event of divorce, I intervened.
“I can’t approve this, McCoy.”
“Why not? They requested $10 million and I managed to negotiate them down to $5 million,” he said proudly.
“McCoy, this is my future wife; okay? Redraft this with a sensible offer,” I insisted, annotating notes and crossing out the paltry figures in the agreement. I handed him back the document, noting he was quite offended with my rejection of the deal he’d made.
“Award her $20 million upon marriage. My fiancée is very independent and if she doesn’t have money she will want to work. Add $5 million for every year we remain married.”
McCoy scribbled my instructions all the while shaking his head.
“Anything else?” he asked sullenly.
I thought for a moment; I wanted more kids and Lena had mentioned something about having just one child the other night. I didn’t want that; I’d been an only child as had she and I wanted our son to have siblings.
“Add $20 million bonuses for every child we have, as well as a hundred thousand dollar monthly spending allowance.”
McCoy opened his mouth to protest, but wisely chose to remain silent on seeing my warning expression.
“No conditions?”
I thought for a moment. Lena had always been quick to bail at the first sign of trouble and I didn’t want that in my marriage to her.
“At least two years of arbitration before any divorce can be finalized, during which all attempts at reconciliation must be explored.”
“Is that all?” he said with obvious annoyance that I wasn’t being harder on her.
“Give her whatever else she wants; take the path of least resistance. I know it’s not your style, but I want this handled delicately. This is not a business deal; this is my life.”
We agreed to have our civil ceremony officiated by Judge Robinson at my parents’ home the following Saturday. Her parents from California would attend, but she felt it’d be a good idea for her mother to meet my parents before the ceremony.
We arranged an afternoon tea for the next day. I’d head straight there from the office, while Lena’s new security detail would bring her and her mother over.
I arrived before they did and found my parents bustling about getting ready to entertain Lena’s mother.
Soon, they arrived and my mother and I headed out to the front driveway, while my father went upstairs to remove his tie, having decided it was too formal.
I did the introductions and both our mothers greeted each other pleasantly, while Lena and I looked on. Mrs. Williams was dressed in a flowing lime green summer dress and looked as stunning as her daughter. It never ceased to surprise me how young her mother looked; the two beautiful women looked more like sisters. We walked through the house, headed for the back patio where refreshments would be served. Mrs. Williams was completely relaxed and complimentary about my mother’s treasured roses, while I took a moment to kiss Lena and squeeze her hand reassuringly.
Soon after Lena went off for her umpteenth bathroom break and my mother headed inside to help the staff arrange the trays, I heard my father’s footsteps coming.
“Dad,” I said leading him to where Lena’s mom stood admiring the garden. “This is Mrs. Williams, Lena’s mother.”
My father came to an abrupt stop. Lena’s mother looked up and instantly, her smile disappeared, replace by a look of shock then of confusion. I couldn’t understand what was going on.
“Dad?” I asked. “Are you okay?” he looked flushed and anxious. I glanced at Lena’s mum; she had a similar expression on her face. He cleared his throat then pulled himself together.
“I’m sorry,” he began offering his hand to Mrs. Williams. “I must remember my manners.”
They shook hands awkwardly and murmured inaudible greetings to each other. Just then, my mother returned, carrying trays and being assisted by staff.
Mrs. Williams no longer had the same bubbly, pleasant mood she’d arrived with, while my father remained deathly quiet. I couldn’t figure out what was happening. I hoped my marrying Lena hadn’t given either of them second thoughts because of this meeting.
While my mother was chatting away and pouring teas, my father suddenly excused himself.
“I don’t feel so good,” he said before heading into the house.
My mother apologized to our guest, explaining that he hadn’t been feeling well lately, but I could see she was just as puzzled. I followed my father inside.
“Dad, what’s wrong?” I asked, taking his arm. “Do you need anything? Shall we call the doctor?”
“No, son; I’m fine. I just need a moment.”
“What happened out there?” I asked with concern.
“Son, I’m sorry; I just.. couldn’t.”
“Couldn’t what? Dad please explain,” I insisted, helping him sit on the couch while I crouched beside him.
“Promise me you won’t tell your mother.”
“Of course I won’t; what is it?”
“It’s Lena’s mother.”
I felt anger welling up inside me. If they could accept Lena then they had to accept her mom too.
“What about her, dad?” I demanded, standing up to full height.
“She’s Gina. Gina Simmons.”
Chapter Sixty Nine
I thought for a moment about that familiar sounding name, then it dawned on me. Gina Simmons was the African American woman my father had dated years ago. He’d told me the whole story when we went to Pinewoods. Her full name now was Regina Williams. Shit. This was bad. My heart was beating hard as I figured out what I should do. This was beyond awkward. But I knew I had to reassure my father that everything would be fine. I crouched back down beside him.
“Dad, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it. That was a long time ago; over 30 years ago, right?”
He was silent for a long moment as he dabbed his brow with a handkerchief from his pocket.
“Son,” he said at last. “Please excuse me today, I need to lie down.”
With that, he headed upstairs, leaving me contemplating my next step.
I decided to head back out to the tea party. As I approached, Lena who’d returned outside while I was talking to my father, reached for my hand and gave me a questioning look of concern. My mother continued chatting while Mrs. Williams glanced nervously at me. Not long after my return outside, Mrs. Williams finished her tea and rose.
“Thank you, Adalie for having me over this afternoon; unfortunately I have to rush home to prepare for an evening sh
ift at the hospital.”
My mother would have protested and insisted she stay for dinner, but Mrs. Williams had cleverly introduced her need to be at work which no-one could object to.
“It was lovely to meet you, Regina,” my mother responded graciously.
Everyone was studiously ignoring the fact that she’d been at the house for less than an hour, for a tea meant to last at least double that amount of time. Lena knew something was up, but I wasn’t prepared to discuss anything with her. I’d just discovered that her mother and my father; our parents, had been lovers. I wasn’t going to let this information upset her in the least; especially not a week before we said our vows. I’d have to handle it before it turned into a crisis.
We headed to the driveway where Lincoln, Lena’s new body guard was waiting with Lena’s new Tahoe.
“Lena, you’d mentioned earlier that you might like to look at the flowers for our ceremony?” I said to her meaningfully. “Perhaps Lincoln could take you directly there. I’ll drive mom home, okay?”
Lena hesitated for a moment then nodded; she got my hint.
“Of course, hun. Call me later,” she said squeezing my hand, while I gave her a quick peck and helped her into her car.
I led Mrs. Williams to my Mercedes and opened the front passenger door for her. She turned to say a final goodbye to my mother, then entered the car and we drove off.
We drove in silence for a bit while I contemplated how to bring the matter up. She spoke first.
“Your father told you; didn’t he?” she asked with a worried expression.
“Yes ma’am; he told me.”
“It was a long time ago.”
“Yes, I know.”
“I thought I recognized you when you first came over to my house. You look identical to the way your father looked back then.”
I glanced at her, noting the wistful recollection. She continued.
“But when I heard your name was Carter, I assumed it must be a mere coincidence. He didn’t use that name back then.”