Sugar Mama

by Tuesday Morrigan

  He placed an opened black leather bag on the table beside her. Her calf brushed against it. She shivered at the cool touch.

  Theodora watched the slow descent of Alejandro’s thick, corded wrist as he reached into the bag. He pulled out two small black items.

  He gave her a heated smile. “I bought these right before we…went on vacation,” he finished slowly. Alejandro reached across the table and cupped one breast. His thumb brushed against it. He dipped his head and flicked his tongue against the swollen bud. Once. Twice. Thrice. And stopped. Just as Theodora was starting to feel the painful pleasure that came from satisfied desire.

  He placed the small, cone shaped plastic over her nipple and squeezed. She gasped as the action forced the toy to latch onto her tit. It suckled her like a hungry mouth.

  Her wide-eyed gaze caught his. He grinned. “I thought you might enjoy that,” he whispered against her other breast before wrapping his lips around the dark tip of the mound. He teased her, using his mouth, teeth, tongue, until she was driven mindless with need by the dual tugging sensation. He released her only to replace his mouth with the second toy. Theodora groaned as pleasure slammed through her.

  Just as Theodora had began to think her body could take no more pleasure Alejandro placed a pink tickler against her clitoris. She came in a blinding flash that was so intense it was equal parts pleasure and pain. It left her gasping for air.

  Body writhing, Theodora reached for Alejandro. Her small fingers tangled in the midnight strands of his hair. He put the pink tickler on the tabletop and placed his mouth against her. The wet heat of his tongue seared her whole body, flaming the emotions she had ignored for months.

  Desire.

  Need.

  Love.

  Tears gathered in her eyes. She couldn’t do this. She could not be with Alejandro, make love with him, when she was fighting the very emotions she felt inside. “Stop, Alejandro. Please stop.” She tugged at his hair.

  His fingers wrapped around her wrist and prevented her from grabbing any more of his hair. “Why should I stop, querida? So you can pretend you don’t love me?”

  He lifted his head and caught her gaze. “Why? So you can avoid what is between us? So you can pretend I don’t want you with my every being? No, I will not stop.” He placed his cock at the mouth of her pussy. “I will not let you run from us.” His cock surged deep into her in one thrust. Theodora jerked as she felt Alejandro plunge into her, plowing past the tight walls of her cunt to fully imbed himself deep within her.

  “You are mine,” he growled. His lips pressed against hers, capturing her mouth. His tongue thrust between her lips to stroke over her teeth, slid against her own tongue and caress the inner most cavern of her mouth. She felt his every slip, every slide, every plunge of his tongue deep inside her, deep between the folds of her sex, even as his cock stroked inside her cunt.

  Her emotions were stronger, her passions too great. The pleasure she felt as Alejandro made love to her was more intense than anything she had every felt before in his arms. Its strength was frightening.

  Alejandro broke off the kiss. His feverish, deep amber eyes stared into hers. “Tell me you don’t love me, Theodora. Say the words and I’ll let this be. I’ll walk away from you, from us.”

  Theodora looked into his honest gaze and saw the desire, the need, and the love there that she had always dreamed of. The desire. The need. The love she had hoped a man would feel for her.

  The love she felt for him.

  And he felt it for her. She turned away. “I can’t say it,” she choked out. He stared at her for several movements. Theodora could feel the imprint of his gaze on every inch of her skin. It marked her as his.

  “Oh God,” Alejandro groaned and leaned his forehead against hers. “Say it, querida. Say it.”

  Her gaze caught his. Theodora licked her lips and said the words they both needed to hear. “I love you, Alejandro. I’ve loved you since the day I first saw you.”

  There was a moment of utter silence, a profound absence of sound that settled deep in her bones. Alejandro stilled above her, eyes searching hers. His smile was slow in coming, warm, and filled with such emotion she felt tears forming in her eyes. His lips brushed against hers in a sweet kiss. His hips moved away from hers, his cock withdrawing from her slick folds.

  She reached for him automatically, instinctively wanting to be near the man who was her whole world. She jerked the bindings around her wrists. A simmering smile lit her face. She looped her bound wrists around his neck and pulled him down to her for a kiss. Her lips slid across his, sending shockwaves of need surging through her. At first their kiss was a tender glide of silken flesh against satiny skin, Theodora quickly pushed for more, needing to feel his tongue moving across hers, teasing her with the wet swipe of that talented velvet heat.

  One of his hands delved into the thick strands of her hair and held her head immobile. His tongue plunged deep into her mouth, tasting, devouring, and consuming Theodora until she felt as though they were so close they shared the same breath.

  “Damn.” He broke off the kiss and stared deep into her eyes. The sight of his passion darkened, heavy lidded eyes made her already smoldering body burn with desire.

  “Alejandro,” she whispered as she rocked her hips against his.

  He shook his head and gave her a nervous smile. “I want to ask you something first.”

  Lord, she’d give him a kidney at that point as long as he promised to give it to her. “Okay.”

  He lifted his hands to her face. He had them cupped. Curious, Theodora stared at his hands as he slowly spread his fingers to reveal a black velvet box sitting in the middle of his palm. He flipped it open to reveal the glimmering diamond solitaire ring inside. “Will you marry me?”

  Theodora stared at the ring in shock. She hadn’t really been sure what to expect when Alejandro had opened his hands. To be honest, she’d thought he was going to pull out one of his toys.

  But an engagement ring?

  “Yes. Oh God, yes, I’ll marry you.”

  “Thank the Lord!” He whooped and dropped a hard, tender kiss on her mouth. He lifted her hand and placed the ring on her left hand.

  “You know you could release me and let me do that.”

  He gave her a sultry smile. “Then you wouldn’t be at my mercy,” he growled before kissing her. Theodora brushed her lips across his mouth. The slight touch was all it took. Alejandro thrust his tongue into her mouth and kissed her deeply, as though they had never kissed before.

  Theodora paused and broke off the kiss. “’Alejandro, my doctors say I might not be able to carry a child to full term. I might not ‑‑” He pressed his lips to hers effectively cutting off her admission. She gasped into his mouth when his tongue swept over the plump curves and contours of her lips.

  “I don’t care if you actually give birth to our children, Theodora. I only care that you are the mother of our children.” He grinned down at her with wicked promise in his eyes. “Plus, it’s not like we’ve given it all we’ve got. If I remember well you’re quite…fertile now.”

  She gaped at him in shock and embarrassment. According to her calendar, she was ovulating at the moment. “You remember?”

  He chuckled. “Querida, I remember everything that you’ve ever told me. And I’m more than ready to spend the rest of my life figuring out all the things you haven’t told me.” He slid into her cunt, pushing past the tight walls of her pussy. “Now, let’s get started on Alejandro Junior.”

  “Alexandra,” she retorted with a laugh that turned to a moan when he slipped out of her and thrust back in full of force.

  “Alexandra it is, querida.”

  THE END

  Tuesday Morrigan

  Tuesday Morrigan began her love affair with romance at an early age. As a child she was always infatuated with the romance novels she snuck from her mother. Later, in high school, the public library became her sanctuary with an endless array of romance novels. Tuesday i
s still an avid reader of books. Thanks to shows like Buffy, Angel, and her latest infatuation, Supernatural, Tuesday prefers her stories to have a little more grit. Her favorite genres have always been fantasy, mystery, romance, and erotica, so as a writer, she tries to blend the genres to create her own personal niche.

  You can learn more about Tuesday, including what’s her latest project, at www.tuesdaymorrigan.com and you can reach her at tuesdaymorrigan@gmail.com.