by Paul Preston
“No, I don’t mind. I’m happy for you. For both of you.”
“Phillipe, I’ve been thinking about us and my life and I’ve decided I don’t want to go back to doing adult movies. You just asked me to do something for you tonight, and I tried to help you as best as I could. Now I have something to ask of you.”
“Carlotta, you did an amazing job leading him to me. Because of you, that man will never touch another child, ever again. I can’t express to you how much I appreciate what you did for me tonight. Ask me anything, and I’ll give to you.”
“I never want to be touched by a man other than you ever again, Phillipe.”
“I think that can be arranged.”
“And I want to have a baby. With you, Phillipe. I really want to be a mother more than anything else in the world. I want to raise my baby in the kind of safe and loving home I never had as a child. If you’re willing, I’d like you to be the Father. We can give this child love and security, everything we never had as children.”
“You want to be with me, Carlotta, and let me be the Father of your child, even after what I told you about myself?”
“You’re a good man, Phillipe. I think I can take care of you and our child.”
“What about Christine? I know you are very attracted to each other. Perhaps you both would prefer—”
“No, Phillipe. I want Christine to be a part of our family. She needs plenty of affection right now, but my love for you comes first. I never want to be apart from you. Ever again.”
“I feel the same way, Carlotta.”
Phillipe reached out and took Carlotta in his arms.
“And if you want to be a mother, I’d be honored to raise a child with you,” Phillipe said.
“I’d like that very much, Phillipe,” Carlotta said.
Phillipe removed Carlotta’s panties and she straddled him. Phillipe easily slid his erection inside the moist folds of her sex. Carlotta moved her hips up and down upon him with hunger, while exuberantly kissing his open mouth. Williamson’s fingers entwined in Carlotta’s long thick hair and closed in a fist.
Suddenly the room became cooler and the bodies began radiating an almost palpable heat. Carlotta felt warm deep inside her womb and squeezed Williamson’s shaft with the muscles inside her sheath.
“Do you feel that?” Carlotta asked.
“Mmmm,” Phillipe moaned.
“God, it feels so good, doesn’t it, Phillipe?” Carlotta said, through deep breaths.
“It does. I love being inside you,” Williamson whispered.
“You’re so deep…”
After thrusting his penis into her with abandon, Williamson shut his eyes. With a deep pleasurable moan, Phillipe exploded inside her over and over, the intensity of his life force shooting into her, through her.
When Phillipe opened his eyes he briefly saw the beautiful visage of Bella Lisa Mauricio looking at him from inside the wall mirror directly across the room, smiling and nodding her head. She held her hand up, her palm touching the back side of the glass. Her watery eyes were not sad, but relieved. Holding Carlotta against his chest with one arm, Williamson reached his other arm out toward Bella Lisa in the mirror. Williamson spoke to her, though his lips did not move.
“Bella Lisa… I should never have come to your wedding. I ruined your life.”
“You didn’t ruin my life, Phillipe. I’m glad you came and took me away. You were the one I wanted to be with. You were the one I wanted to marry. And I died happy, Phillipe. But it’s time for you to start your new life now, with the people who care about you.”
“I can hardly hear you… Bella Lisa?”
“I have to be going now, Phillipe…”
“No, Bella Lisa, don’t go…”
“I must…”
Williamson heard Bella Lisa’s voice begin to drift away. She whispered softly once more in his innermost thoughts.
“But I will see you again soon, very soon, through the eyes of your daughter… Please, don’t ever forget me…”
“I won’t. I’ll never forget you, Bella Lisa, never…”
“Goodbye, Phillipe.”
Williamson formed the words, goodbye, but no sound came from his lips.
As suddenly as it appeared, the ghostly image faded away into the glass.
Carlotta trembled in Phillipe’s arms as she climaxed. When her breathing calmed, Williamson laid Carlotta down upon the bed and covered her delicately with the blanket.
“That was nice, Phillipe. You were so deep inside me.”
“It felt good. Really good, Carlotta.”
Carlotta yawned and shut her eyes, putting her hands together and resting her cheek upon them.
“If we have a girl, I’d like to name her…Belle,” Carlotta said.
“Yes, that’s perfect. Let’s call her Belle,” Phillipe agreed.
Williamson put his hands around Carlotta’s breasts and pulled her close to him. Soon they drifted off to sleep. And for the first time in many months, Phillipe slept peacefully through the night…
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