Only You: A Surprisingly Safe Book

by Brandy Ayers

  I fall to my knees in front of him, nodding like a crazed bobblehead. “Yes, of course. I love you so much.”

  Simon slips the ring onto my finger, and in yet another strange coincidence to add to the list, it fits perfectly. Within moments, we’re on the floor, ripping each other’s clothes off. Our kisses are wild and frantic, hands and fingers groping to touch every available swath of skin.

  “Need to be inside you, now.” The tightness in his voice tells me Simon is on the edge.

  We’ve discovered a lot about sex together in the last six months. But no matter what, there is always this strange mix of tenderness and aggression. Every step of the way, he makes sure I feel safe, that I’m with him in everything. But he isn't afraid to manhandle me. To tell me what he needs. To give me what I need without having to ask for it. I’m not sure if it is like this for everyone else, and I never want to know. This man is all I'll ever need to know.

  Foregoing foreplay is rare for us. Simon loves nothing more than to make me wet and desperate for his big cock. But at this moment, it is like we have to be at our closest, to lock the extraordinary moment. Right there on the carpet, he slides into me in one swift thrust, lacing our fingers and holding my hands up over our heads. He stills inside me, our hips pressed tight together, his forehead resting on mine, and his weight pressing me into the floor. I’m completely covered, held down at his will, and I love it.

  “I swear, I’m going to make you so happy. Starting right now by making you scream my name. Then every day after in any way you need.”

  True to his word, Simon does just that. Three times over. And as we lay completely sated and glowing hours later, I close my eyes and send a silent thank you to MeMaw, for bringing me this incredible man.

  Epilogue Two

  Five Years Later

  Simon

  I’m not someone who’s afraid to admit when I’m wrong. And six years ago, I was wrong. I was wrong to think that taking on Dave Amerex as a business partner was going to be a bad move. I knew it was the right move, and no matter what, I would never regret it because it allowed me to protect my Sierra. But I never thought it would be good for the business.

  But on the drive home from yet another beer festival, where we not only took top prize for three of our original craft brews, but also secured contracts with several retailers to carry our products, I admit I was wrong. Dave did make the business better. He took it places neither George nor I ever dreamed of.

  Without a doubt, it was an exciting weekend, but now I need to get back to my wife. The only woman whose touch I’ve known. I miss that touch so much, my skin feels like ice on my bones. I know our first embrace will thaw me, and I can’t wait.

  Normally Sierra would come on a trip like this with me, but she was on call at the hospital and doesn't yet have enough pull to change her schedule around.

  The house we bought three years ago comes into view as I crest the hill, and I can’t help but smile. Sierra cried when we moved out of the loft. She had loved that place since it was where so much happened for us, where I took her home after finding her in that parking lot and never let her go. But this is the house we will fill with our kids.

  Hopefully soon.

  The windows are all dark, and disappointment pools in my belly when I think that I’m too late, and she’s already gone to bed. Her long shifts have been wearing on her, and sleep is hard to come by some weeks. If she is asleep, I won't wake her, but I have to touch her. I’m not truly home until I do.

  Pulling into the driveway, I notice a flickering light in our bedroom. She must have left the TV on when she fell asleep. I drop my things off in the laundry room, then make my way upstairs to find my wife.

  “Touch me, baby.”

  A deep husky voice echoes down the hall as I draw closer, and anger builds in my chest. Who the fuck is here with my wife? I know damn sure she would never even think about being with another man, so whoever is in there is going to be dead in five seconds when I get my hands on him.

  A gasp, and then a moan follow, and I’m ready to tear apart the whole house. Kicking the door open, it swings hard enough to lodge the knob into the drywall on the other side. But I barely even notice, because laid out on our bed is one of the most erotic sights I’ve ever had the privilege to witness.

  Sierra is spread out, her honey blonde hair draped over the pillows, feet planted on the mattress, one hand cupping her breast, pinching and twisting the hard peak, the other hand between her spread wide thighs, pumping in and out of her sweet pussy.

  She moans and turns to look at me. “Welcome home, honey. Want to watch a movie with me?”

  There is a deep grunt on the TV, and I take two steps to look at what she’s watching. I freeze in my spot, my jaw falling practically to the floor.

  She’s watching our video. I bought all the footage from the producer and promptly stuck the flash drive containing the files in a box and stuffed it away. I’ve barely thought of it since then. Sierra and I keep the way we met a tightly held secret. One only the guys know about, but they aren’t saying a word. Not even George’s dickhead cousin. A visit from my fists ensured that all those years ago.

  In the video, Sierra is on her knees, almost totally hidden from the camera’s view since I am boxing her in between myself and the dresser my hands are braced on. My front leg is bent just enough so you can’t see her chest. I specifically remember the only reason I didn’t come on her tongue at first touch was because I was also trying to think of ways to hide her body from the cameras as much as possible. It had been simultaneously the best and worst day of my life. Even now, I want to go back and smack myself for not getting her out of there the very moment I met her. No one should have seen her in this position. It doesn't matter that the people in the room had seen it all before. They shouldn’t have seen her.

  But that is all behind us now. Sierra reassured me that she is happy with the way things went down. That she found performing on camera hot after everyone else left the room. We’ve even played around with it since then. Thank god for smartphones. But those videos are always just for us and get deleted after we’ve had our fun.

  My gaze swings back to my wife pleasuring herself on our bed, her eyes are glued to the screen, her chest rising and falling with her panting breaths. “I remember being afraid you’d never fit. You’re so huge, and I was so tiny. It honestly still seems like we’re breaking the laws of physics the way you fit that beast inside me.”

  “We fit perfectly. I fill you to the brim, and you squeeze my cock until it explodes. I bet those fingers you have shoved up in your delicious cunt don’t give you near as much satisfaction.” My dick is sitting up and begging for me to let him out of my pants, but I’m not ready yet. I want to watch a little longer. I love watching my woman. Not just like this, with her juices dripping down her wrist and her hips arching up in a desperate search for more friction. I watch her cook. I watch her clean. I watch her sit on the couch and read. I don't give a shit what she’s doing. I just want to bear witness to every second of it. If I could follow her to work and watch her bring babies into this world all day, I would.

  “Nothing compares to you. I hate when you’re away overnight. I don’t sleep as well when you haven’t pumped me full of your cum.” She gives me a little pout before her eyes dart back to the screen where I am picking her up and throwing her down on the bed for my first taste of her.

  “Wait, where's all the stuff with Liza directing us?” There are at least a couple seconds in here missing, unless my memory is slipping at the ripe old age of thirty-one.

  “I edited it out.” Her fingers pause as she looks at me, her cheeks flaming red with her building arousal. “I downloaded some video editing software and taught myself how to use it. I spent the whole weekend editing this together, every second I wasn’t working. We finally have our first finished porn video. Only we aren't going to delete this one. Watching it over and over again the past two days has been torture. I need you so bad honey.
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  “You like watching me touch you for the first time? You like seeing my big cock fill your mouth on screen?” Sierra’s body tenses, her fingers moving even faster now, and the hand that had been at her breast diving down between her thighs to rub at her clit.

  “Yes. Oh God yes, I love watching us. Love watching you. How you tried to protect me from what we were there for.” Her knees fly up toward her chest and open even wider.

  I can’t take it anymore. As much as I love the private show I’m getting right now, I need to be the one bringing her pleasure even more.

  Stalking forward, I grab her thighs and reposition her on the bed so we can both look at the TV.

  The onscreen me is yelling at Liza. Demanding she get out of the room and take her minions with her.

  “You kept this part in?” I’ve never watching this end of things. I stopped the video long before we got to this part all those years ago.

  “This is my favorite part. Even then, after only knowing me for two hours, you were always protecting me. Putting my interests first. You haven’t changed a bit in the almost six years since that moment.” Glancing back at Sierra, the love shining at me from her green eyes hits me right in the chest. I’d do anything for her. Yelling at a porn producer was nothing.

  I shift my attention back to the screen where the younger me has just settled his face between her thighs.

  That is exactly where I want to be at this moment as well. I pull her ass to the edge of the mattress and throw her legs over my shoulders. I don’t hesitate at all before diving in, licking her from her dripping opening up over her clit and then back down. Her hands grip me by the hair, and she humps my face with abandon.

  Having her here in real life moaning and screaming my name as I fuck her with my tongue, but also having her moans from six years ago filling the room is goddamn incredible. Like having surround sound for her orgasm. I glance to the TV and see that the twenty-two-year-old her is about to explode, so I pick up the speed, increasing my pressure on her clit with my tongue and shoving two of my fingers deep inside her. At the same moment, the screen Sierra and the current Sierra explode, their orgasms wildly similar, yet different. I’ve learned all the little ways to drive her even crazier than I did that day, and her orgasm goes on and on far out lasting the onscreen performance.

  I lazily lick at her swollen cunt as she slowly comes down from her climax.

  Nudging Sierra’s hip, she scoots back to the middle of the bed. Shucking my clothes off in record time, I climb on the bed, gathering her in my arms, and we watch as the me on the screen comforts Sierra, telling her everything will be okay, and I will always take care of her. Fuck if tears don’t spring to my eyes.

  Everything about our lives together has been unconventional, from how we met to how our engagement played out. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I glance down at Sierra, cradled in my lap and arms. A tear rolls down her cheek.

  “Thank you for trusting me, sweetheart.” The enormous gift she is to my life hits full strength, and I know she can see every one of the emotions I hold for her displayed in my eyes.

  “Thank you for taking care of me, my big teddy bear.” We both laugh and turn back to the screen just as the camera shifts to where I kneel between her legs. I watch in rapt attention as she grips my cock on the TV and lines it up with her opening. If I had known at the time that no one else would ever see this footage, not even Liza, I would have focused the lens on her face. I wish I could see that pained yet blissed out expression that’s been burned into my brain.

  Picking her up, I rearrange her until her legs wrap behind my back, and I’m at the perfect angle to slide deep inside her, our bodies from hips to chest pressed tight together. We both continue to watch as we slowly start to fuck on screen.

  “I think we can do better than that now. Why don’t we show those kids how it’s done?”

  Sierra laughs, that sweet sound making my heart and cock jump. “I don’t know. That was a pretty awesome day. Think you can top that, old man?”

  “That a challenge?”

  “Maybe.”

  “Well, get ready then, girly.” I grip her hips tight, pulling her up and down my cock like I’m just using her body to jack myself off. “This pussy was made to milk my cock, wasn’t it?”

  Sierra is so lost to her own pleasure, she doesn’t even respond, just lets her head fall back between her shoulders and enjoys the ride I’m taking her on. Leaning forward, I cover one nipple with my lips, sucking and pulling at it while she goes crazy in my arms.

  “Oh God, that feels so good, Simon. Don’t stop.” Sierra is panting and begging, most the words coming from her mouth not making one lick of sense.

  I completely forget about the video playing on our TV. The woman in front of me is every bit as gorgeous and captivating as she was the day I met her. More so, actually. She'd been too skinny that day, surviving for months on meals at the soup kitchen and free student activities on campus. She’s filled out in all the right places since then. Her thighs and hips thick and juicy, her waist dips in slightly before flaring out to her plump breasts. She’s a curvy goddess, grinding in my lap. What video could compare to that?

  Pulling out, I flip Sierra onto all fours, and climb up onto my knees. I glance back to the screen to see where the younger versions of us are, the chump in that video could barely even hang for ten minutes. I slam back inside my wife and hold still, reaching up to cup her chin and angle so she’s looking at the TV too.

  “Look at the hot coed getting the virginity fucked out of her by her future husband.”

  Sierra moans and shifts up and down my cock, refusing to stay still. I slap her ass as punishment but don’t stop her from screwing herself into a frenzy as I stay stock still behind her.

  “Is my slutty little wife turned on by watching her cherry get popped?”

  She nods frantically.

  “If I would have known what a dirty wife you’d turn into, I would have marched you straight from that studio down to the courthouse and claimed you with my ring while my cum dripped out of your sweet cunt.” Unable to hold back, I thrust, my hips slapping Sierra’s ass just as she plunges back onto me.

  She looks back over her shoulder, a smirk on her face that I know all too well means she’s about to give me hell. “If I recall, I had your cum dripping down my thighs under my white dress as we said our wedding vows.”

  We both laugh a little. She had tried to insist we couldn’t have sex the day of our wedding, but I barged into the little room where she got dressed in the chapel and fucked her against the wall right before the ceremony started. If I have any say in the matter, I’ll never go a day in our lives together without being buried deep inside her.

  Screams of ecstasy vibrate from the TV speakers. Our younger selves are coming like there is no tomorrow. Little do they know there is a life full of tomorrow’s ahead of them. As I watch the woman on screen scoop the cum on her stomach up with her fingers and licking it with her pink tongue, I almost lose my load. But I’ve learned a little thing called stamina since that day, and I don't plan to let go inside my wife until she’s come at least three times.

  “Fuck, that is so hot.” Sierra renews her frantic movements, needing that release she’s come to crave since losing her virginity. “Please, Simon, fuck me like it's our first time.”

  “Where do you want my cum, Sierra? You want me to come on your ass? Flip you over and come on your stomach? Your mouth? Or should I plant it deep inside you?” Gripping both her hips now, I fuck her hard and fast, my balls slapping up against her clit. The first time I fucked her hard like this, I was afraid I had bruised her, that I’d gone too far. But she loves it, loves seeing my finger marks on her for days after. Loves that sore, used feeling when she walks the next day.

  “Oh God, I want it everywhere. I wish I could have it everywhere.” Her fingers claw at the sheets in front of her, grasping for anyway to anchor herself as another orgasm bears down on her.

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sp; “Got to choose one, sweetheart. Or I choose for you.” I give her ass a nice hard slap, and that shoots her off into the stratosphere. Her body quivers, arches and bows, then slumps as the rush of pleasure starts to fade.

  I slow slightly, rocking back and forth inside her dripping pussy, backing myself off from that edge so I can send her over another few times.

  “I know where I want it.” Sierra leans forward, letting my aching cock fall from her heat. She turns over, gripping behind her knees and spreading her legs wide open for me. “I want it in my pussy. Give me a baby.”

  My eyes snap to hers. “You mean…”

  “Yup. Stopped the pills a few weeks ago. The timing is right, too.”

  I don’t need to hear anymore. I take her legs and throw them over my shoulders, bending her nearly in half as I ram back into. “Sorry, my sweet. I’ll give you three orgasms later. I need to fill you up now.”

  “Please… Yes…” There is no room for dirty talk anymore.

  I’m on a mission. I want to knock up my wife and watch her belly grow everyday for the next few months. I’ve wanted this since the day we said I do but let her decide when the time was right. If I wasn’t so determined to fuck my baby into her, I might let the emotions of this moment overwhelm me. But there is no time for that.

  Just knowing what we are doing right now ramps up my arousal in lighting speed. My balls draw up tight to my body, ready to push my boys deep inside my wife. “Need you to come with me, darling.”

  Reaching between her legs, I strum that swollen bundle of nerves until she’s screaming my name and scratching her nails down my arms. And I let go. I’ve never felt something as powerful as the moment I unleash a flood of my cum inside my wife’s unprotected cunt. I roar, colors dancing behind my eyelids as they screw shut with the force of my climax. I press my hips tight against her, making sure I’m as deep as possible. Even after the last spurt of my seed, I stay inside her, making sure as much of my baby batter stays where it needs to be.