by Frankie Love
I laugh, loving the way she gives and takes. “First things first,” I say, untying the bikini strings on her hips. “Let’s see this pretty little cunt of yours.”
With her bottoms off, I lead her to the lounge chair, telling her to lie back so I can get a proper look at her pink pussy.
“What if someone is down on the beach and sees?”
I chuckle. “You weren’t worried about that when you sucked my cock.”
Her cheeks flare bright red. “Oh gosh, I didn’t even think …”
“Shhh,” I say dropping to my knees before her. “This beach is private. Mine alone.”
That seems to relax her. Her shoulders fall, yet she lifts her eyes as I ease her knees apart. “Come on, baby, let me see all of you.”
When I spread her legs, I see her juicy cunt just like I dreamed. So slick and ready. “Come here, baby,” I tell her, easing her ass lower on the chair, needing it on the edge. “Let me have a good taste of your sweetness.”
She whimpers as I breathe hot air over her, her pussy awake and wanting. My tongue runs over her and her knees buckle at first flick.
“It’s okay, love. I’m right here. Let me take care of you the way you deserve.”
Her eyes close and she lets me have my way with her. My tongue twirling around her pink bud, sucking her clit as she moans in delight.
“Oh, Brody, oh, oh, yes, ” she screams as her body explodes with pleasure. Her skin is hot, sweaty, excited. And mine is too. She loves the way I lick her and it makes me move my mouth faster, wanting her to receive as much pleasure as she gave me.
When her legs are shaking and she’s panting breathlessly I give her the final lick up and down, then I begin leaving a trail of kisses from her inner thigh to her color bone. I’m above her now, my cock so greedy and hard and her tight pussy so fucking ready — this is it. The moment I’ve waited my entire life for. To make love with a woman who won’t be leaving in the morning.
I look down at her, her eyes wide open, taking this moment in same as me, savoring every single second. We both seem to know the power of this night. It’s going to change everything.
I run my hand over her skin, her warmth radiating off of her. “I want this to last forever,” she whispers.
“It will,” I promise. “I’ll never let you go.”
She closes her eyes, a single tear falling down her cheek. “This was supposed to be a silly spring break vacation … I never expected …”
“What?” I ask, moving myself between her legs.
“I never expected to fall head over heels in the space of an afternoon.”
I kiss her then, as I enter her. Needing to seal this moment somehow as ours. “I love you Bayleigh James. Heart and soul.”
“This is our time, Brody,” she says her eyes locked on mine.
And it is. “We have all the time in the world,” I tell her, my cock entering her little cunt, groaning in devotion as I do. “Fuck, you’re a tight little minx,” I tease.
“Your tight little minx.”
“You mean it?”
“Forever.”
We move together effortlessly, like our bodies were made for one another and as the sun sets behind us, I know it’s true. The sky grows dark as our love begins to burn bright. As she opens for me, her legs wrapped around my body, there is no denying that this is love. Fast and fiery, but love all the same.
“Oh, Brody,” she moans as I fill her up. “I need more.”
“Everything is yours,” I tell her, not holding back. I move deeper inside her until I am up against her and she digs her nails in my shoulders as a shudder rolls over her.
“My god, this. … this… oh god,” she moans, coming as I come too. My cock throbbing and seizing as I empty myself in her sweet tight pussy.
When she finishes, I roll her over, into my lap. Sitting on the chair, I bring her hips closer, come seeping on my thighs, her ass in my hands as I fill her up again. “I need more.”
“Good,” she pants. “Because I need everything.”
My cock is a hungry animal and it’s hard as steel after our first fuck. I set her cunt down on me and I kiss and lick her titties just like I promised.
“Bayleigh, you are perfection,” I tell her as my cock presses against the sweet walls of her pussy. “You’re gonna make me come so fucking fast.”
“Good,” she says with a twinkle in her eyes. “Then you can start all over again.”
“That’s what you want?” I ask.
She smiles, taking my hand and setting it against her perfect tit. “It’s what I need.”
We fuck until her pussy juice is dripping from her cunt, until my cock spurts hot come deep inside her, until we are wrapped up in one another so deep there is no letting go. Not ever.
“I love you Bayleigh James.”
She laughs. “Oh yeah? Then you better give me more than a baby burrito.”
“You want a baby?”
“Your baby, yes.”
“Then come on, Bayleigh, it’s time for another meal.”
I lift her into my arms and carry her to my bed. She may have come to this resort for spring break, but she’s staying here for good. Forever.
Epilogue
Bayleigh
Nine months later…
I run my hand over my belly, the bump so big I still can’t believe it.
“You look so hot,” Brody says, cupping up behind me. We’re on the front deck — the place we first made love, and I am about to burst.
“Oh shush, I’m huge.”
“You’re perfect,” he says, kissing my neck. “I think I’m going to miss this,” he says, rubbing my belly.
“Not me,” I laugh. “Carrying an actual baby is a lot more difficult than carrying a baby burrito.”
Brody smiles. “I suppose that’s true. But is it crazy to already be imagining a bunch of our kids running up and down this beach?”
“Not crazy. I can see it too.” I turn to face the man who makes every day feel like a fairy tale. Him and I were alone in the world until we met … now we have a future so bright with possibility.
“I know we decided to take things slow,” he says. I know what he’s referencing. After we found out we were pregnant we decided not to rush other parts of our love story. So we spent the last nine months learning everything about one another.
The way he likes his coffee, the way he insists on perfectly crisp dress shirts, the way he laughs over every movie with Vince Vaughn.
He has learned about my infatuation with 80’s comedies, my daily need to get lost in a romance novel, and my routine of Greek yogurt with granola every morning.
Those are the surface level things — the bigger things, the things that make or break a relationship — we laid those all out the night we met. I needed a protector, he needed a partner. Together we fit in ways I’d only ever read about.
“But Bayleigh, I know you are going to go into labor any day, and before we become parents, I want something else.”
“What?” I ask, my eyes searching his.
He drop to one knee, blue Tiffany’s box in hand. “I want to ask for your hand in marriage.”
I cover my mouth — of course I thought this would happen eventually, but since we rushed everything else, I wasn’t anticipating this right now.
“I know we don’t need rings to make promises to one another. But when you go into labor, I want this ring on your finger. I want every moment of our child’s life to be spent knowing its parents are devoted, heart, mind and soul.”
“Oh Brody,” I say. “Of course I will marry you!”
He gives me the smile only a man like him could give. Big and sure and so sexy I am melting into his arms. Which is a bit difficult considering the baby bump between us.
He slides the ring on my finger and I feel like I could burst with happiness.
“Oh my gosh,” I say my jaw dropping.
“You like the ring?”
I laugh. “Um yes, but that’s n
ot what I’m oh-my-goshing. Brody, I think my water broke!”
Eight hours later I am showered and in a hospital gown, Brody at my side. He swipes my hair from my eyes and kisses me. “You did it, Mama,” he says. “I’m so proud of you.”
“I can’t believe it,” I say as Brody, the father of my daughter, my future husband. “Look at him,” I gush as Brody places our little girl in my arms.
He is swaddled tight in a little pink blanket. “Our little baby burrito,” Brody says with a smile.
“What should we name her?” I ask my husband. We waited to find out the gender of our little one, wanting the surprise, and we’ve spent the entire pregnancy going around and around on baby names.
“I like Lianna,” he says. “It means to wrap around and to bind. Cheesy maybe — considering all this talk of burritos, but when I think of it, it reminds me that she binds us together, and I have a feeling I’m going to be wrapped around her little finger.”
“It’s perfect.” I kiss her forehead. “I’m your mommy, Lianna, and this is your daddy.”
Brody sits on the chair next to me, and gaze at our little girl. A gift we had joked about when we first met, but here she is, in our arms.
“Do you need anything?” Brody asks. “You’ve been a champion all day.”
I twist my lips. “You know actually, I’m starving.”
He chuckles. “In that case, I know just what to order you.”
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About the Author
Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men.
As a thirty-something mom to six who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters.
She also believes in the power of a quickie.
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