by Yva Golden
Trust in a relationship was something I didn’t have to worry about before as I didn’t have any relationship worth investing heavy emotions on. But Heart is something else. She’s the real deal.
I had to trust her on this field trip, too. It took everything in me not to go get her when I didn’t find her in our house.
Four months have passed and went by like a blur. I feel like I’ve known her forever, and yet my need for her feels like the first time I’ve had her. It’s not waning. Instead, it’s getting to a point where I can’t function without her.
After not seeing her for almost a week and going crazy missing her, I finally succumbed to my new reality.
I finally made that ultimate decision.
I need her in my life on a permanent basis.
I pull out the little box from my jacket’s pocket and flip it open. I bought the ring yesterday.
I’m nervous as hell. It’s my first time to propose to a woman. What if she says no? She’s too young to even think of marriage. She just got into college for Christ’s sake! But I can’t wait. I have to make her truly mine in every sense.
I put the box back into my pocket. I’m about to call her again on my phone when I see her walking down to where I’m parked like a nymph coming out of the woods. My heart jumps in excitement along with that little man in my pants which isn’t little, at all.
I hop out of the van and meet her halfway.
She drops her heavy backpack and runs toward me like a little girl, her hair flying behind her. She leaps into my arms.
I catch her and whirl her around for a tight hug. Jesus, how I’ve missed her!
“Ash…I missed you,” she breathes and kisses me on the lips.
I groan, relieved to finally feel her in my arms again.
I kiss her for a few more seconds and stop or I’d nail her against a freaking tree. That’s tempting, but any of her classmates could stumble upon us making out. I set her on her feet. “Come on, get in the van.”
She squeals in delight when she sees the RV. “Wow, are we going camping, too?”
“You bet we are. I found the best spot.” I run to collect her backpack and run back to her.
She’s already climbing into the front passenger door, her sexy ass sticking out from her little denim skirt. My baby’s got killer legs, too. Fuck, I can hardly breathe from wanting her.
I swat her rump playfully to make her hurry inside the vehicle and drop her backpack behind her seat.
I run to the driver’s side, and minutes later, I’m revving the RV away from the conservation.
I try to concentrate on the road and not glance at her legs or we’d crash. Jesus, I’m horny as fuck and I need to drive carefully on this winding road.
She’s looking at me. “Ash…” Her husky voice tells me she needs what I need. I hope she’s already wet. I bet she is. She’s always wet for me. I bet six days have her going crazy horny, too. My Heart is quite the sexpot.
“Get in the back. Take your panties off.”
She gasps. “Now?”
“Yes, now.”
I park the RV on the perfect spot. I prepared for this trip. I rented this private property for this little getaway with Heart. There’s a lake where we can swim later. It’s a little paradise. My security men are somewhere in the vicinity, giving us enough privacy, but they’re just a phone call away. It’s perfect. We can stay here for a day or two or more. I packed enough supplies for a week.
After locking the RV, I follow her in the back, my throat closing in with the force of my arousal. I guess my proposal can wait a little. The cum I’m dying to dump inside her cannot.
I haven’t had the need to jack off since I had Heart, except when I’m giving her a show. She likes watching me stroke myself to near orgasm before I enter her. And I taught her how to touch herself too for my viewing pleasure. I’ve gotten used to cumming inside her and nowhere else so I endured a week without release.
And now, I can’t fucking wait. My need is pounding in my balls.
She’s already lying on the bed without her panties on, her legs drawn up but closed. I can see the sexy curve of her ass. She’s still wearing her skirt, baby T-shirt and her knee-high socks, looking like an innocent jailbait. She looks straight out of a man’s hottest fantasies, only I did have those fantasies come to life when I took her virginity.
I rub my boner. “Are you wet, baby doll?”
She blushes prettily, her eyes on my cock as I stroke it, rubbing her legs together. “Uh-huh.”
“Did you wear that sorry excuse for a skirt to tease the boys in your class, showing them your legs and panties?”
“Ash! No…Ew!” she whines.
“No? Then who did you wear it for?”
“You know it’s for you.”
“Yeah? Show me what’s mine, sugar. Open your legs and show me that juicy pussy.”
She slowly opens her legs.
I groan, unzipping my pants, pushing it clumsily down my legs, kicking it aside along with my shoes and socks. I take off my jacket and shirt.
She licks her lips as she stares at me hungrily. I love it when she looks at me with such carnal anticipation in her eyes.
“What did you miss the most, baby? My hands, my tongue or my cock?”
She makes a mewing sound. “Ash, hurry!”
I kneel on the bed and pull her toward me.
I pinch her pussy lips, trapping her clit inside. I rub her petals together. She moans, her juices leaking from the tight seam. I do this for a few seconds until she’s squirming, moaning, flowing like honey on my fingers. Then I spread her lips wide again, pushing the hood up to expose her swollen clit. I rub around it, avoiding direct contact with her nub.
She’s staring at the action between her legs, panting, her mouth open, her hips jerking, her juices drenching my fingers. Then I’m licking her clit in a steady rhythm, sucking it in a manner that will drive her mad.
She’s sobbing my name in no time, gunning for her orgasm. I know once I’m inside her, I won’t be able to hold back and wait for her. She has to be near the edge when I enter her.
I lap her up with long strokes of my tongue, collecting her cream and swallowing her juices. Fucking delicious! My cock is so hard it could crack granite. Jesus fuck, four months of repeatedly having this pussy and still I can’t get enough. I’m addicted to her.
I push her shirt up and pull her bra down, freeing her tits, squeezing the soft, firm globes. Her tits seem even bigger, fuller, her nipples a deeper shade of pink.
“Ash, please, please! I need you!”
I slide my rock-hard length along her wet slit, rubbing it across from side to side, lubricating every inch with her cream.
Her fingers touch my cock, trying to guide it into her dripping hole.
I know she’s close and she wants to clench around my cock when she’s coming.
I enter her then, slamming into her balls deep.
I let out a guttural groan. This was all I could think about while in Europe lying alone in my hotel room, being gloved by her tightness. I cover her body with mine, putting her legs over my shoulders.
I claim her lips, swallowing her cries of pleasure as I drill her tight pussy, slamming in and out of her hard and fast and deep.
She’s making unintelligible noises, licking my lips, sucking my tongue as her pussy sucks me even deeper inside her.
I unleash my animal craving for her, my hips pumping madly, savaging her, rocking her beautiful body and the RV with my violent thrusts.
She comes only a few seconds before I start shooting my seed inside her. Feeling her spasm around me as I’m blowing my load in her depths is the ultimate bliss.
Nothing could ever beat this. Coming bareback inside her. Nothing between us.
I want so much to make her pregnant, create a baby with her, but I know she’s not ready for that. She’s too young. But I wish…God, I wish!
HEART
I should tell him now. Now that he’s still ha
ppily lying on top of me, relaxed from his release. The more I delay telling him, the more he’d be pissed off. This could either make or break my relationship with him, but I can’t continue keeping this secret anymore.
I caress his back. “Ash…”
He groans and rubs his face on my breasts, sucking one of my nipples. My body responds fast. Starved for him for almost a week, it won’t be satisfied with one orgasm. But I want to tell him before I completely lose my nerve. “Ashton…”
“What, sugar?”
I sigh and I kiss his hair.
He looks up into my eyes. “What…?”
“I love you.”
He goes still and stares at me. We never say the words to each other, but I know he cares for me deeply. I just can’t hide my feelings for him anymore. I wait in bated breath for his reaction.
Then the most beautiful smile splits his gorgeous face. “I love you.”
Just like that. He loves me. He loves me too!
My eyes water. Here we go.
“I’m pregnant.”
He stares at me harder. His face is serious now.
Then he pulls up his upper body to touch my stomach gently. “Are you sure?”
“I took a pregnancy test while you were in Europe. I’m two and a half months down. It must have happened during the time we transferred to the new house. There was so much to do and I…I somehow missed a few pills…and…I’m sorry—“
He covers my lips with his fingers.
“I was just wishing for this.”
I blink at him, swallowing my apologies.
He touches my belly again, reverently. “I was wishing we could make a baby. Every time we made love, I was wishing I’d made you pregnant. But I knew you weren’t ready.”
When he looks at me again, his eyes are moist, awash with wonder, pure joy, and a little vulnerability that’s so endearing. “You want this baby, don’t you, Heart? You will have it?”
“What are you talking about? Of course!”
He exhales a sigh of relief.
“I was actually thinking you’d be pissed because it’s unplanned.”
He’s shaking his head, laughing now. Then he’s raining kisses on my tummy. “I’m going to be a daddy,“ he declares with pride.
“Yes.” I say, tears falling down my cheeks. I was worried for nothing.
He moves up to kiss my lips again.
“God, I love you, baby. I’m so happy.”
“Me, too.”
“What about your studies?”
“We can work it out. I’m gonna get that degree one way or another, but I’m having this baby first. That’s my priority.”
He nods, smiling broadly, loving what I said.
He suddenly jumps out of the bed. He’s rummaging through his clothes on the floor.
The next thing I know, he’s on his knees beside the bed, a little box in his hand.
“I would have wanted a more romantic setting, my love, but I can’t wait. This is the perfect moment for this. Our love. Our child. Us.”
I sit up and face him. He opens the box.
A ring. THE ring. I know it.
“Will you marry me, my Corazon? Be my woman, my partner, the legit mother of my kids, my best friend for life?”
“Aren’t you supposed to ask me to sign a prenup first?”
“I can’t believe you said that in the middle of this.”
“Your lawyers will kill you.”
“Your answer, woman!” he demands, pissed.
I throw my arms around him, laughing. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”
Epilogue
HEART
Four years later…
I’M ON THE PAGES OF TECH UNIVERSE, the byword in tech talk. I graduated summa cum laude in Electronics Engineering from Berkeley and I decided to intern at a giant software company, as opposed to the expectations that I’d be groomed to be one of the top executives at Zenith or any of Ashton’s other companies.
Tongues are wagging. The tabloids are speculating about the state of our marriage. Needless to say, we are quite a high-profile couple due to Ashton’s popularity as Zenith’s founder, especially when he bought an NBA team three years ago which is now doing great in the Western Conference.
But we are solid. A beautiful daughter. Is there anything more solid than that?
How I managed to graduate on time was largely because of my very loving and supportive husband. He helped me through school every single day, especially during my pregnancy. He is my rock. And I am his.
I watch him load our stuff into the trunk of our new family RV, a much bigger one this time as we have a little dynamo with the energy of a category 5 hurricane at her peak level. We are meeting with her Grandma and Grandpa at their winery in Saratoga. Ashton’s folks, who I love dearly and who have accepted me like their very own daughter have finally retired when they found out they were going to be grandparents. They are now happily farming and selling wine and spending time with their granddaughter at every opportunity they could get.
Our daughter, Ashleigh, is three years old and the spitting image of her father. She’s munching on a cookie as she watches her father loading the RV. Needless to say, she is a Daddy’s girl.
After a few minutes, Ashton walks over to where I’m sitting on the portico steps of our house in Silicon Valley. I’m still getting used to the breadth of the modernist mansion. I was loathe to leave our lovely home in Berkeley, but I knew it was time to go back to Silicon Valley. I’ve taken Ashton away from his main work place for far too long already. He sacrificed a lot so we could be together almost everyday in the past years.
“Can’t stop staring at your face, huh?”
I grin smugly, waving the magazine at him. “What can I say? This is Tech Universe, hello!”
He takes the magazine and stares at my picture thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. “Well, she also happens to be the wife of the Tech King. If that ain’t enough to land her on the pages of Tech Universe, in which he has been the cover a dozen times, I don’t know what is.”
I slap his ass playfully. “For your info, the interview is about my new job at Macronet, not about you, at all. Not even a whisper about you.”
He grunts. I know he’s so proud of me for landing a nice job at Macronet, and he respects my decision to forge my own path and navigate my own career, but he’s still kind of peeved I didn’t choose to work at Zenith.
“I heard Pierce broke up with his 50th girlfriend. He’s available again.”
I grin. Pierce Ellison is my new boss, and one of Ashton’s ex-bestfriends. I actually applied at all his ex-bestfriends’ companies and they all responded favorably and wanted to interview me. It was also a sign they were eager to touch base with Ashton again. But I chose Macronet as it’s more in line with my degree. I’d be working directly under Pierce. He’s moviestar-good-looking, but my eyes, my heart and all of me belong to only one man.
Ashton is really adorable when he’s jelly. Fighting a grin, I frame my husband’s face with my palms and stare deeply into his eyes. “Thank you, my love.”
“For what?”
“For everything. For giving me a beautiful daughter. For letting me fly and soar. For helping me through college. For being my everyday knight.” I kiss him gently on the lips. “Thank you for taking my virginity that night,” I whisper naughtily.
His eyes turn hot. I knew that would light him up fast and wipe out his jelly moment. He likes reliving that night. It’s his favorite fantasy even today. “You think we can trick the kid to go play in the dungeon for twenty minutes?”
The dungeon is the giant playroom Ashton built for Ashleigh where it’s safe to leave her alone, especially when we need a quickie. It has a one-way mirror where we can still watch her while going at it.
“Mom, Dad! Lets go!” Ashleigh shouts excitedly, hanging on one hand from the side of the RV.
“Guess not today, Satan,” I tell my perpetually horny husband, fighting not to laugh.