by Dani Wyatt
“Five?” She plays and I increase my pace because I need to be inside her more than I need to breathe right now.
“Close. Smart ass.”
I wish I could go slow. Lay her down and feast on her sweet pussy for hours. Let her cum stream down my throat as her voice goes raw from the moans and screams. But that’s not going to be possible. Not this time.
The sheer white nightgown only accentuates her stunning beauty. I texted her to be sure to have it on. The nightgown, nothing else. It’s almost as though she’s going to disappear any moment. The desperation I feel floods me with near violent urges to sink into her and never leave. I know it’s going to hurt and I hate that part, but if my cum is not dripping out of her soon I’m going to lose my fucking mind.
I manage to get us to the bed without cumming in my pants, which is some kind of minor miracle. I set her sweet ass down on the edge of the bed and take a breath, admiring how she doesn’t just make the scene, she is it.
Purity.
That word just floods my mind. The room around her is this pure, brilliant white. Everywhere is white except the rich brown of her hair, the dark of her eyes, staring deep into mine, melting my heart. She is so pure, and then there’s the fever, flaring inside me. Fever to make her filthy.
“Do you feel this?” I take her hand and flatten it on the erection pressing out on the front of my slacks. The touch of her hand sends painful pulses of raw need into my balls.
“Yes.” Her pupils dilate as I rub her palm up and down, feeling the weight of cum in my sac. It’s all hers and I want to fill her with me so she will never be the same. I want the world to smell me on her so they know without a question this girl will forever be claimed by me.
“That’s yours, my precious unicorn. It’s connected directly to my heart so it’s your job to take care of it.”
Her fingers curl around the steel rod and a moan escapes me.
“I want it inside me.” Her throaty words send a shot of cum dripping out of me.
“Soon. But first...” I bring the white box in front of her face. “Take it. Open it.”
The sparkle in her eyes is all the thanks I need as her hands come up and flip open the lid. Her mouth falls into a soft round ‘o’ and I reach around to pinch the chain and pull it out of the box.
The platinum pendant is embedded with a hundred and six tiny diamonds.
“You’re my precious, one of a kind unicorn, baby. I thought you didn’t exist but here you are. No one has ever captured my heart before you.”
I drape the necklace around her neck and fix the clasp, settling the little platinum and diamond unicorn perfectly in the crest of her cleavage.
“It’s beautiful.” Her fingertips caress the metal and gemstones. But it’s her flesh that calls to me.
“No. You’re beautiful. This is just a piece of jewelry. But it means something to me that I found you and this is just a token of thanks. Of acknowledgment. I want you to always know, there are no others like you. No others for me. Ever. You are my unicorn and I will take care of you, Leah. Always.”
There’s no more civilized man left in me. Without ceremony my clothes are off and decorating the floor and furniture in my usually pristine bedroom. Before my mind can catch up with my body, I’m on top of her, easing her back and taking her mouth as my cock seeks out the heat I feel radiating between her legs.
Neither of us break our kiss, even as the tip of my beast finds her opening. I barely press forward when I freeze and shudder.
She’s soaking. Drenched for me.
Jesus.
For me.
All for me.
She has no idea what that means. What it does to me to know she wants me. It’s every fantasy I could have conjured up, multiplied by a thousand and tipped in every wet dream I’ve ever had.
The energy between us is like a kind of gravity. Inescapable. The irresistible pull to connect to her is unlike anything I can describe. This moment is primed with all my need. If I don’t get inside her, I’m afraid she will disappear.
“More.” She whispers into our kiss and I immediately thrust forward, tearing into her virgin opening.
Her back arches and she lets out a shivering scream, but her hands slip down from my shoulders to the base of my back, tugging me forward, urging me on.
I hold steady, my heart crashing against my ribs. My tongue owns her mouth as I absorb the moans coming out of her.
Her pussy is snapped around the head of my dick so fucking tight it hurts. I’m big, I know I am, and she’s so tiny. For a split second I think of retreating, I’m so terrified of truly harming her.
But she must feel my reservation, because she angles her hips up and takes more of me on her own. Her wet walls tug at me and I want to be in there, I want to go so deep I’ll feel her heartbeat against my crown.
Her sweet cream starts to stream down to base of my shaft as I ease forward. My hands wrap around her body. One snakes behind her neck while the other reaches around to her back, holding her steady as I push in.
Her hips are quivering as I enter her. I want to rut into her like a wild boar, but instead I savor every petal of her inner walls. Feeling how they flutter and tighten with each morsel of me she takes.
I ease back from our kiss, the need to watch her face as we unite for the first time suddenly too overpowering. This feels unlike anything I imagined. Better by a factor I cannot explain. Nobody would ever understand how happy I am that she’s my first. That all of this is for us, for each other. No one else has been here and no one else ever will.
Her mouth opens as I guide my shaft a few more inches inside. I’m memorizing every detail of how it feels to have her body take me inside her. My cum is rising, my balls tight, but when I let go I want her orgasm in my ears and the tip of my cock buried into her cervix where my seed will find root.
She’s clinging to me as I increase the pressure. My eyes take in the beauty of the moment as her head falls back, moans and whimpers falling like music around her.
“Take it for me, baby. I need you.”
Something in my words makes her hips buck, and I begin to ride her harder, slipping in and out easily as her body floods us both, easing the way into her tight canal.
“That’s my girl. Let me in. I love you, my sweet unicorn. I love you more than you could know.”
Being inside her is better than any sensation I’ve ever had. This moment is almost spiritual, operating on a higher plane than any moment I’ve ever known. Feelings I didn’t know existed are flooding me right now and I can’t hold back.
I fuck into her. Her screams hit my ears as her nails score the flesh on my back. Her breasts rock back and forth under the thin white fabric as I take her completely.
“Spread your legs wide, baby. Open for me.” I grunt as she obeys and I take the last inches of her body with my cock. I’m fully inside her, the moment is here and I can barely breathe.
“Oh, God, it hurts.” She melts under me, her throat exposed, her eyes wide and unfocused, and I reach forward, bringing my mouth down, swooping my tongue inside as I hope to kiss away some of the pain, hope to bring her back into the moment.
But that’s not what she wants. Instead she arches herself into me, her hips riding back into my wild motion and we become one person in that moment. We are more than perfect together. We are a set never to be undone.
My own orgasm is building, but I kiss her harder, urging the tension in my balls to ease. There are no words created for how this feels. To be inside the woman you love. The woman you’ve waited for your entire life.
Her body is slick and I move us together. Grinding my hips in and out until her moans turn to fast pants in our kiss. I pull back, biting down into her neck, kissing her hard as her body tightens around me.
“Cum, God, please baby, cum for me.” I seethe into her ear and her body shudders.
She flails her arms and I move faster, pulling more of her orgasm from her as she shakes violently under me. Her in
ner walls pulse and grip as her orgasm takes off. She cums hard and I’m finished. Making her cum is the pinnacle of my life. No other achievement comes close and I follow her into the bliss.
I fill her tiny body with me. Pressing straight into her womb, I let myself go. I’m giving her more than just my cum, I’m embedding my soul directly into hers. I’m not me anymore, I’m just a man so in love with his woman I’ve ceased to be who I was before this moment.
I let out a bellow into our kiss. My orgasm is near agony, it is so strong. So hard. I almost weep from the beauty. No self-pleasure is even close to what just happened.
All the years.
All the desire for this amazing woman floods over me and I shudder with another orgasm.
Tucking my head into the crook of her neck, I let the sensation of ownership wash over me. This is magic. I’ll fill her pussy with my cum for the rest of her life.
“Thank you.” The words are out before I can stop them.
“Thank me?” Leah’s breathless answer warms the skin on my shoulder.
“For waiting.” My voice cracks. “For waiting for me.”
That’s all I get out before my throat tightens. I don’t remember the last time I cried. But this is like birth and death and the most beautiful song ever written, and my own manly pride and ego are out the window.
I tighten my hold around her body, drifting into a euphoria from which I will never fully recover. We lay like that until the room darkens. The sheets are soaked below where our bodies are connected and I tell her a thousand times I love her.
“Ready, babe?” I hesitate, then tap on the bedroom door before opening it and stopping dead in my tracks. Wow. To see her now, wearing the red dress I sent her a few days ago, looking like some sort of dream, some sort of fantasy.
She looks up and bites her lip nervously. “Do I look okay?”
For a moment, the question doesn’t even make sense to me, then suddenly I know what she’s asking and it breaks my heart. She’s wearing her leg braces so that she won’t need her crutches and she’s worried about how that looks. Honestly, it amazes me how she doesn’t know just how stunning she is, braces or no. Someone should have told her every day of her life.
“You do not look okay, Leah, you never look okay,” I grunt, trying to walk toward her and shift the massive hard-on that just leapt to the top of my waist. She blinks, looking in the mirror and running her hands down the front of the dress. “You look amazing. You look like you belong in a museum somewhere, so that everyone can stand there and admire you and stuffy old men in silk shirts can tell the world how you’re the perfect representation of the ideal of human beauty. Honestly, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.”
“Really?” Her eyes glint and light up as I pull her into my chest, kissing the top of her head.
“Really. How could you ever doubt it?”
I escort her out the door after I cover her up with her long trench coat, so that the dress won’t be seen if anyone’s looking out the windows at Decker’s place. Not that that’s very likely, but I’ve reluctantly agreed to keep ‘us’ on the down low until May and Decker’s honeymoon is over. That also means she’ll be moving back to the mansion this week, even if it’s only temporary, and I might not like that at all, but I’ll respect it.
“Thank you, Wilson,” she says as he opens the door for her.
I grunt on hearing his name, but I agreed to let him drive us both to a restaurant this afternoon. Leah was worried that he was feeling sidelined, so I’m doing it for her. Besides, he’s part of the staff and since Leah has mentioned maybe she wants us to move back into the family home once we finally go public, I guess it’s time for him to understand I’ll be part of her life from now on too.
The restaurant is my way of backtracking our relationship a little, and starting it right. I mean, we never really got that. First, there was the dungeon at the mansion, which is where we first met. Then there was May and Decker’s wedding. Then there was afterwards, where I showed her that how in love we are and things just moved so quickly. And then, when we were finally getting somewhere, I was called away. I just figure we need some time to get to know each other the way the any other couple would.
When we get there, I lead her inside to a private table. I know the manager, so I called ahead to request dozens of white roses in low vases, champagne at the ready. I want everything to be perfect for her because she is perfect and nothing less will do.
She laughs nervously when she sees it, and covers her face with the back of her hand. “Allister, it’s too much.”
“Nothing is too much, precious. Nothing is even enough. You deserve more than money can buy.” I look over to see tears in her eyes. “Leah, what’s up?”
“Nobody has ever done anything like this for me before.”
“Be ready then, because from now on I’m doing it in some way or another for the rest of our lives.”
We eat and talk and smile and everything is perfect.
“Now, that was better than a box of Poptarts.” She pushes her empty plate away and I’m so happy to see her eat. Making sure she’s healthy and taken care of satisfies me unlike I could have imagined.
“I’ll be right back.” I squeeze her hand across the table. I can see she’s ready to go and I’m too anxious to wait for the check, so I go hunt down our server to pay the bill.
This place is filling up fast. The Friday night crowd is starting to fill the bar and the vibe in the restaurant is changing from a quiet, intimate place to get to know one another into something else entirely. It’s time to go before it kills the mood completely. Too many fucks have been eyeing her from across the room and I can feel my blood pressure rising.
The server is slow taking my card and dealing with the bill, and it sets my teeth on edge to know she’s back there at the table all alone. I should have just left. I could have called the manager and settled up later; he would have understood.
When I finally get away and turn back to the table, I see some dude leaning over and touching her hair, and I nearly lose my dinner. Leah’s uncomfortable smile makes me ready to kill.
As I come up behind her, I hear him talking, his voice low and slurred. I can already smell the alcohol before I get close. “...fucking hot. I mean, fuckable. It’s a compliment, honey. We should Kik sometime, you know? Or Skype? I’d die to see your tits——”
My blood is boiling, and before I even know it I have him spun around by the shoulder, a look of panic flashing across his face as I lean forward, forcing him back. The thought that he might just kill him right now crosses my mind, and I pull my arm back, balling a fist that’s going to knock him into orbit.
“Allister!”
Leah’s voice cuts across every instinct I have to kill the fucker, the urge to see his blood spilt, and I hesitate, just for a moment, glancing her way. The look on her face pulls me up, the horror, the fear. I don’t ever want to see her like that.
“Allister, no, please.” She’s holding her phone. Why didn’t I notice that before? “It’s May, there’s something wrong...”
“Come on, Leah, this way.” I have her by the elbow as I pull her down the hospital corridor. A nurse pointed us in the right direction, and I want to be moving faster. If I didn’t think she’d freak out, I’d pick Leah up and carry her. “Come on, baby.”
All thoughts of that drunk idiot at the restaurant are gone from my mind. He’s a lucky bastard though, lucky that Leah took pity on him because I wouldn’t have been so understanding.
The hospital is like a rabbit warren, but we’re almost there now. Deck hasn’t called me, and in my head no news is bad news.
When we turn the corner, I see him sitting outside the hospital room, his head turned down as he cradles a cheap cup of coffee, and my heart stops.
“Deck?”
He looks up and all I see is confusion on his face. I’m sure he’s aged ten years since the last time I saw him. He looks back and forth between me and Leah,
then she’s struggling beside me and I realize I still have my arm around her.
When I let go, she hobbles forward on her crutches and into the private room.
“Deck, what the fuck’s going on, man?”
I don’t hear anything from the room, and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not.
Decker stares at me through bleary eyes. “You and Leah?”
“What?” At first I think he’s gone mad, then it dawns on me. “Oh, no, you have the wrong idea. We just arrived at the same time, that’s all. I found her in the lobby——”
“Uh huh. Sure.”
“Deck, speak to me, dude. What the fuck’s going on?”
He shakes his head.
The door to the private room swings back and there’s Leah, and for a moment I’m confused because she has tears in her eyes and a smile on her face. “May says you two should come inside.”
I look back to Deck and he shrugs.
“Turns out it’s nothing, just a urinary infection. But damn, man I was so fucking scared.”
The relief that floods through my body has my vision spinning for a moment, and I run a hand over my head as I breathe out a sigh of relief. “Jesus Christ, I thought there was something seriously wrong, especially when I didn’t get a call from you.”
“I’m glad you came. We only just found out everything is okay, but if it hadn’t been I would have been glad you were here, man.”
We both stand and head through into the private room, Decker dropping his empty plastic cup into a trash can that sits outside the room. He goes straight over to May when he gets inside, and I can’t blame him. I want to go and grab Leah and pull her in for a hug, too, but since we’re not telling anyone about us, I think that’s kind of a bad idea.
“Hey, did you two arrive together?” May’s eyes narrow as she looks between me and Leah. I open my mouth to speak, but Leah’s already there.
“Allister was heading to the house to speak to Decker, then when he heard me panicking he offered to give me a ride.”
When Decker looks around I can see the smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “Really, what did you want to speak to me about?”