by Elisa Leigh
I pull out of her mouth and still her hand that can barely fit around me. I couldn’t have created a more perfect woman for me. “Lanie get up here and give your man a kiss good morning.”
“I thought that’s what I was doing?” She fires back.
Sitting up quickly I pull her up beside me and lean over her clasping her cheek. “On the mouth you sassy thing,” I tell her before taking her lips in a punishing kiss.
Trailing my hand up her thighs I find them coated in her essence, and her pussy lips just as wet. I slip two fingers through her lips, and delve into her tight heat, rubbing my thumb around her clit. Pushing my fingers into her twice more, she moans my name. I position myself between her thighs, sliding my dick through her pussy lips, hitting her clit repeatedly.
“Stop teasing me, Wyatt. I want you inside me.” She moans, delirious with need.
“I know how you feel baby, all I want is to slide deep inside your pussy.”
“Then what…” She cries out, close to coming. I speed up my thrusts, hoping to time it just right. “What are you waiting for?” She asks, her desire turning into pure wanton need.
“Don’t want to hurt you, baby.” I pant, about to lose control myself. I position myself at her entrance and lace my fingers through hers and push into her. Fuck she’s tighter than I expected.
“Oooh, don’t stop.” She moans.
I look at her to gauge my movements. The last thing I want to do is hurt her. Slowly, I guide myself in and out of her, loving this sweet torment. I’ll happily take all day if it means she doesn’t feel any pain. Placing chaste kisses against her lips, I move down her neck, sucking and licking. “You feel so good Lanie, so fucking good.”
I slide in another inch and nudge her layer of innocence, proving my assumption to be true. “This might hurt love.”
“Keep going, just don’t stop.” She moans.
Pulling back, I thrust through her innocence and still when her hand squeezes mine tight. I wait until her little pussy starts riding me from below before I move again. Thank fucking Christ. Each time I delve inside her, I slide in just a little bit further. Her walls wrapped tight around my shaft and my balls slapping her ass.
“I can’t stop, won’t be able to stop ‘til I’m bottomed out inside you.” I hammer into her, needing her to take every inch. Grabbing her hands, I pull them over her head and hold them in one of mine. Lanie arches her back and meets me thrust for thrust.
“I’m about to come Lanie, and there’s no way I’m pulling out of you.”
“I don’t want you to.” She gasps.
“Do you want me to fill you full of my cum? You want me to plant my seed inside you?”
“Yeeeessss.” She moans, as her pussy walls tighten around me. A minute later she’s pulsing around my dick, crying out my name. I finally let go and pummel into her, bottoming out. “Fuck! I’m coming baby.” I growl as I fill her full of my cum.
Kissing her forehead as I pull out of her and traces of blood coat my dick. It probably shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does, but the sight of it is proof that no one else has ever had her but me. Laying beside her, she rolls over and lays her head against my chest.
“That was unbelievable.”
“Yeah.”
“It was?” She asks, looking at me skeptically.
I’d never lie to her, but I hate we didn’t talk about this before now. “There were only a few women before you Lanie, many years ago, when I first joined the Marines. It’s a different experience altogether when you make love to someone you love and are going to spend the rest of your life with.”
“Did you just say you love me?”
“I love you so much, baby. Never felt this way about anyone and I’m not going to let get away.”
“I love you too Wyatt.” She says, a tear rolling down her cheek. I wipe it away, hating even happy tears on her face.
“Come on baby, let’s go get a shower,” I say, rolling out of bed.
“What about coffee?” She asks like I’ve taken away her favorite toy.
“Shower first, then you get the coffee,” I tell her and pull her to the edge of the bed by her ankle making her laugh. She hops down and walks her naked ass into the bathroom. Don’t know how I got so lucky, but my woman is fucking stunning.
“You know, this sexy time stuff is really sticky.”
“Oh yeah?” I laugh, loving how sincere she is about everything.
“Oh yeah. What we shared was beautiful, and so freaking hot. But this is kind of gross, all the cum is leaking out of me, all down my legs and stuff.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll wash it off of you.” I joke.
“Deal.” She says smiling.
TEN
Lanie
Wyatt and I have been seeing each other for almost three weeks, and I have never been happier in my life. I wake up every morning wrapped in his arms. I go home to get clothes and the things I need, but I haven’t taken anything back yet. That’s because whenever I get home from work, my clothes are washed and put away into the closet or his dresser.
Last Sunday he went to church with Nana and me and after we went to her house for lunch. He’s the first man I’ve ever introduced her to and it was surreal watching the two people I love the most getting along. Nana called me later that day and told me she approved. Georgie and Wyatt have become friends since Wyatt drops me off and picks me up each day. Wyatt will come in early sometimes just to talk to Georgie.
He even met the girls when he dropped me off for girls night, making sure my phone was charged before we even left the house. I asked him the other day if he thought I was a bad drive since he’s been driving me around everywhere lately. He just tells me it’s his way of taking care of me. I don’t mind it though. I love spending time with him.
Wyatt: I’m going to be a few minutes late picking you up. Drew needed my help with something.
Me: Okay. See you when you get here.
That works out perfectly because I have some paperwork I need to take care of. Walking to the front I’m about to lock the door when Richard walks in looking pissed. He has called a few times, but I’ve ignored every call. The last time he called I told Wyatt about it. He wanted to go have a “talk” with him, but I told him I’d take care of it. My way of taking care of it was sending Richard a message telling him I’m not interested.
“Oh, hi Richard. What are you doing here?”
He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Wanted to talk to you about that text you sent me.”
“I’m sorry Richard, but I have a boyfriend. I’m not interested in you that way.”“You have a boyfriend?” He sneers.
Becoming uneasy, I edge away slowly, but he keeps walking closer to me.
“I doubt it. Your sister told me you were single. I think you’re just playing hard to get.”
“Please leave,” I ask again, bumping up against the counter.
Crowding into my space, he leans in. “I’m not leaving until you agree to go out with me again. It’s not like anyone would want a fat bitch like you. You’d be lucky if I called you mine.”
Just when I think he’s about to kiss me, he’s tossed to the side, falling into a table. Wyatt is standing in front of me breathing heavy and looking like he could commit murder. “Are you okay baby?”
When I nod, he turns to Richard who’s standing now and looking pissed. “Get the fuck out of here. If I find out you are here again or that you’ve contacted Lanie in any way this will be a completely different conversation. Do you fucking get me?”
It takes Richard a minute, but finally, he gives Wyatt a curt nod, and walks out of my shop, bumping all the tables and chairs in his path. What an asshole.
When he’s finally gone, I stand there shaking, in shock by what transpired. “He just walked in here, like two minutes before you.”
Wyatt wraps me in his arms and rubs my back. “I know. I saw him when I drove up. I got here as soon as I could love. I’m sorry he got that close to you.�
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“He scared me,” I whisper into his chest.
“Let’s go home baby.” He kisses the top of my head and guides us out the front. Wyatt takes my keys and locks up for me when my hand shakes too bad to do it.
I’m quiet on the way home, my mind racing, wondering what would have happened if Wyatt came in a few minutes later. Would Richard have hurt me? I turn to Wyatt at the red light. “Can you take me home instead? I just want to be alone right now.”
Ignoring me, he continues driving to his house. With every minute that passes I get angrier, pissed he’s ignoring me and not doing what I asked.
“Why are going back to your house?”
Nothing, not a word, or even an acknowledgment that he’s heard me.
I cross my arms and tap my foot, angrily staring out the window until he is parked in front of his home. He always gets my door, but this time I don’t wait for him. I jump out of his truck and walk past his house to the dock. I’m furious. All I want to do is scream and cause destruction. The rage boiling inside me feels as though it’s eating me alive. I assume Wyatt will follow me out, but when I dare to look back, I don’t see him, which pisses me off even more.
I finally sit down after pacing for a while and stare out at the ocean. I’m there for a while until the sun gets low in the sky and is about to set when I feel him behind me. “You didn’t come out here.” I accuse, hurt guiding my words.
“You asked for time alone.” He says, sitting beside me.
“I asked you to bring me home.” I bite back.
“I thought that’s what I did Lanie.”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” I say turning to face him.
“I’m going to give you a minute to think about what you’re saying. I know you went through something scary today and your emotions are running high.” This is the first time he’s been this angry with me, and I know I’ve pushed him to this point.
I break. All the anger and fear, the frustration, every damn thing that led up to this afternoon spills over, and tears are streaming down my face. I’m crying into my hands, releasing every emotion I held inside, like poison, turning me into a person I’ve never been.
Wyatt pulls me to his side and lets me cry into his shirt, all the while stroking my hair and telling me it’s going to be okay. How did I get this lucky to find a man as amazing as him? When I get it all out, I wipe my face against his shirt.
“Did you just wipe your snot on me?”
Laughing, I nod my head. “Just a little bit.”
“That’s gross.”
We sit there a while, his arm wrapped around me, my head leaning against his shoulder, and watch day turn to night. When the sun is no longer visible, he stands up and holds his hands out to help me to my feet.
We walk back to his house, our fingers laced together.
ELEVEN
Wyatt
I know what she wanted, knew it even before she asked. I wasn’t giving it to her though. Wasn’t going to let her push me away and build walls I’d have to break down later. If I had been there when I was supposed to, that asshole wouldn’t have gotten that close to her.
I walk her into the living room and sit her down on the couch. Walking into the kitchen, I grab us each a bottle of water and go back and sit beside her. When I hand her the bottle of water, she takes it and grabs my hand. “Wyatt I’m so sorry about earlier.”
“I know you are Lanie.”
“Then why are you still mad at me?”
Until this moment I didn’t realize that I was. “I’m more disappointed. Lanie, I love you, more than I thought possible. Each day that passes ties me to you stronger than the day before.”
“I love you too, Wyatt. I feel the exact same way.”
“I want you to move in here Lanie. No, I need you to move in. The idea of you being away from me, even for a few hours tore me up inside.”
Getting off the couch I kneel in front of her and grab her left hand.
“I want your last name to be my last name. I want your belly filled with my son. Our children growing up behind that ice cream counter.” Pulling her ring out of my pocket I slip it up her finger not waiting for her to say yes. There’s no other option. After today I know I’ll never be able to live without her. She gasps, her hand covering her mouth and a tear rolling down her cheek. She nods, staring at the ring I bought a few days after we met. “You’re going to be my wife, Lanie.”
She launches herself into my lap, and we fall to the floor as she devours my mouth with hers. Working quickly, she has my belt undone, and the fly to my jeans down, her hand working itself into my boxer briefs. She pulls my hard dick out of my pants and starts jacking me off while I get her dress pulled up over her head. With her tits spilling out of her bra, I suck one of her dusky pink nipples into my mouth and lay her on the floor. Ripping her panties off of her, I’ve never been needier to get inside her wet pussy than I am now that she’s wearing my ring. Licking up her neck, I suck her earlobe into my mouth as I position myself at her entrance.
“This isn’t going to be sweet, baby, not right now.”
“I don’t need sweet Wyatt, I just need you, however, I can get you.”
I thrust inside her soaked pussy and bottom out, her walls constricting around me. Grabbing one of her legs, I lift it over my shoulder and grasp her hips while I ram in and out of her. “Lanie, fuck baby. I can’t get deep enough.” I pull out of her, needing her deeper. “Get over here and ride my dick, Lanie.” She’s up and straddling me, positioning my head at her entrance.
Slowly she impales herself on my dick and starts riding me. Grabbing her ass in my hands, I pull her on and off of me, helping her take me as deep and fast as she can.
“Oh god!” She cries, bouncing on my dick, her tits flying everywhere, she’s a mess, and I fucking love it. “I’m coming Wyatt, I’m coming.” As soon as I feel the first ripple of her orgasm, I let go too, releasing inside her pussy.
When the shocks of her orgasm fade she rests her body against mine, her head over my heart that's beating wildly.
“That was-”
“Amazing.” She whispers in awe, and I couldn’t agree more.
TWELVE
Lanie
It’s been a week since Wyatt, and I got engaged. Drew, Tom, Georgie, and Wyatt moved everything from my house a couple days ago, and I’m finally going through some of the boxes. I didn’t realize how much I had until everything was moved. I got rid of my furniture, donating it to the local thrift store.
I’ve just finished color coding my half of the closet when I hear my phone ring. I grab it and cringe when I see it’s my mother. As much as I don’t want to answer, I can’t ignore her any longer.
“Hi, mom.”
“It’s about time you answered your phone. I was thinking you were never going to answer. You know Lanie, that is very rude.” She snips at me.
“I’m sorry mom. I’ve been busy, what do you need?” Even I can hear the impatience in my tone.
“Is there something you forgot to tell me?”
I think for a minute but draw a blank. I stopped telling my mother about my life years ago when all she did was condemn the choices I made. “I don’t think so.”
She sighs dramatically in my ear. “I was talking to your grandmother a few days ago, and she told me you are engaged. Were you ever going to tell me?”
“Oh.”
“You sound surprised.”
“I am surprised. I honestly didn’t think you would care.”
“What has gotten into you lately? Of course, I care. When are you going to bring this man over to meet your family? Or were you going to keep him a secret?”
“Of course, I wasn’t mom. When would you like to meet him?”
“Could you come over this Sunday for brunch?”
“I’ll check to make sure that he’s free, but I think that will work.”
“Good. I expect to see you at a quarter after ten and don’t be late. I know how
your mind wanders Lanie.”
Before I can respond, she hangs up. I’m busy making faces at my phone when Wyatt walks in.
“What are you doing?” He asks, staring at my phone and me like I might have a few screws loose.
“My mom just called. She wants us to go to her house for brunch on Sunday.” I wonder, can he hear how much I don’t want to do this?
“Okay, we’ll be there.” I frown at him, and he laughs, then takes my phone out of my hands, putting it on the dresser. He sits down on the bed. “Come here.”
Standing between his legs, he pulls me closer and then kisses me soundly. “There, now that you’re relaxed tell me what’s going on.”
“You know I don’t get along with my family. I don’t know why I gave into her.”
“It’s important that I meet your family.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“I’m sure it will be fine. We’ll go, stay for a little bit, do the meet your family thing, and then come home.”
“They aren’t like your family Wyatt. Your mom is like the exact opposite of mine. Just don’t be too surprised.”
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“You ready for this?” Wyatt asks once we park in front of my childhood home. God, I hate this place.
“Nope.”
He gets out of his truck laughing and makes his way to my door. “You are the most important person in my life Lanie Crews. Nothing they say or do in there will change how I feel about you. Understand?”
I nod, and he kisses me chastely. “Good. I need a mimosa.”
“Oh hush” I laugh.
Hand in hand we walk to the front door and knock. My mother greets us, and I can tell she likes what she sees when she gets a look at Wyatt. I’m not going to be jealous of my mother, I try telling myself. Then her gaze assesses me, and of course, I come up lacking.