“What happens next? It’s simple. I’m going to marry you, and start a family with you. And I won’t take no for an answer.”
Holly burst out laughing, but not like she was making fun—more like she was so startled and happy she didn’t know what to do with herself. “As if I’d say no,” she replied.
She had a point. She was the one who’d been pushing for us the entire time. I was the one who had held back.
There was only one thing to do after that. I pulled her in and kissed her, dipping her, my lips working against hers. Holly gave a small gasp and clung to me, kissing me back with passion. I teased my tongue against the seam of her lips until she opened for me and I could slide inside, mimicking how I planned to fuck her.
No games, no teasing, nothing—just pure, passionate lovemaking. I was going to worship her with every inch of my being.
“Let’s get out of here,” I whispered when I at last pulled away. Holly stared up at me with heavy-lidded eyes, looking surprised but pleased, heavy-lidded, already a bit punch-drunk.
“Okay,” she whispered in response.
I let her go so that she could tell the band she’d be leaving, and I saw Simon give me a warning look. I knew that it would be a bit before I was totally back in his good graces, but that was fine by me. It wasn’t like I cared all that much about his approval, and I knew I would be treating Holly right. That was all that mattered.
We were silent as we got into the car and I drove us to our destination. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable as I’d feared, but rather filled with anticipation. I pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, and Holly smiled.
“I already booked us a room,” I said.
“You have high expectations for the night.”
“I’m just following your lead,” I pointed out.
Holly had gotten us that hotel room all the way back at the beginning. Back when I was trying to resist her and say that this was a bad idea. Now the tables had turned, and I was the one ordering us a room, banking on us spending the night together.
Holly gave me a look that managed to be shy and sassy at the same time. “Then take me upstairs,” she whispered.
I led her to the hotel room. I had gotten us the best, of course, because Holly deserved the best and I would always provide her with it. But I didn’t really pay attention all that much to the décor or amenities. All I could see was Holly.
“You look beautiful,” I told her as we got into the room. I’d booked us a suite. Not that I expected we’d be seeing much of the room.
Holly blushed. She wasn’t dressed as daringly as she used to be when I’d seen her at the other clubs previously. “Before, I was always showing myself off for everyone. Flirting was fun even if I never took it further than that. I liked the attention, but then—after you—I just didn’t want anyone to look at me, if it wasn’t you. So, I dressed more… professionally.”
Her tight-fitting skirt and her blouse were still sexy, but more like dressing sexy for a boardroom meeting to remind everyone how in charge and powerful you were, rather than dressing sexy for a night out at a club. I loved that look, though. I loved all of her looks.
“You still look amazing to me,” I told her.
“That’s all I care about,” Holly promised me softly.
I walked up to her and began slowly undoing the buttons on her blouse. “You’re all I care about,” I assured her.
Holly put her hands on either side of my face and kissed me as I continued to undo her blouse and slowly pushed it off her shoulders. This was different from any other night that we had together. Now, we had all the time in the world. Before—even the times when I was with her during our fling, taking my time pleasuring her, there had been this voice in the back of my head telling me that it would all be over later.
Now there was none of that. I was going to get to be with her for the rest of my life. I would make sure of that. I would make sure that she was mine forever.
We kissed the entire time as I undressed her. I didn’t rush, didn’t fumble. I just peeled her clothes off of her, inch by inch. She was so warm and pliant in my arms, smiling into half of our kisses. I couldn’t believe the happiness I could feel radiating off her. Her happiness made me happy, and I found myself smiling into our kisses as well, until we were both smiling so much we couldn’t kiss anymore.
“Please,” Holly said, tugging at my own clothes.
I let her undress me as I had undressed her. Holly took her time, her fingers sliding over my skin, pressing, massaging, feeling me out like she wanted to re-learn my body. Like she had forgotten in the meantime and was worried that something might have changed from her memory.
I occupied myself kissing all over her shoulders and arms, everywhere I could reach. When I was finally naked, I led her to the bed. I felt like words were unnecessary. We understood each other now, at a level deeper than anything verbal could convey.
Holly pressed herself up against me and I rolled her over so that she was on top. I seated her on my lap, stroking her thighs. I wanted to see her, see every inch of her, and Holly seemed to understand. She kissed me, over and over, my mouth, my jaw, my throat, my chest. She was so sweet and easy, so eager to please, and I let her explore me how she wanted.
I had spent all of this time in control, after all, and I wanted to let her have a turn. She’d been through so much, loving me and wanting me, and I had held her at arm’s length, kept her from me, from us. I’d denied the both of us what we wanted but especially her. I was perfectly happy to let her take her time.
At last, though, I pulled her up to me. “Come here. I want to taste you.”
Holly seemed unsure, but then nodded, and moved so that she could straddle me and I could lick up into that perfect pussy of hers. Holly gasped and grabbed onto the head of the bed and rocked her hips into my mouth as I grabbed onto her luscious thighs to keep both of us balanced.
I didn’t tease her too much, not this time. I loved driving her to the brink of madness, but that wasn’t what this was about tonight. I wanted to feel connected to her and I wanted her to feel valued and loved. I wanted her to feel through my body what my words had said. I wanted her to have nothing but pleasure from me.
Holly gasped and rocked into my mouth, tentatively at first like she wasn’t sure that she was allowed, then harder as she gained more confidence and I encouraged her with my mouth and my hands. She looked like a goddess like this, and I wasn’t sure which I loved more, the look of her above me or the taste of her in my mouth, against my tongue.
I ran the tip of it through her folds to get her properly riled up, then focused on her clit, licking and sucking alternately. Holly gasped and moaned, her voice rising in pitch and fervor until she was crying out my name.
Fuck, I loved how she said my name. There was no better sound in the whole goddamn world than hearing her scream for me in the throes of her ecstasy.
I could tell when her orgasm started. I knew her body well by now, and thrilled that I could tell, that I had learned to read her like an open book. She was such a multifaceted and fascinating woman, it felt like an accomplishment to have figured at least a part of her out. I didn’t let up, though. Holly flooded my mouth with her release, her body shaking, her cries wordless, but I kept going. I wanted her to come again. I wanted her orgasm to last. I wanted her to know true pleasure.
There was nothing in the world I liked better than bringing her to a state of euphoria.
I kept licking into her, ignoring my own throbbing erection, my own desire, until at last Holly started whimpering, overstimulated. I allowed her to pull away and smirked up at her.
Holly smiled down at me, looking blissful, and my smirk melted into a true smile. She was just so fucking perfect.
And all mine.
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Holly
I felt like I was on the edge of orgasm the entire time, like I had entered an alternate dimension where everything I felt was pleasure.
Keith and I didn’t
even have to speak. The look in his eyes said it all. The careful, loving way he undressed me, the way he kissed me all over as I undressed him—I felt like I was in a movie. How could this possibly be real? This sense of love and connection was so strong, I almost worried that I would wake up and realize it was all a dream.
And then he wanted me to sit on him so that he could eat me out… I felt like a goddess. I was sure that Keith didn’t do this for just anyone. Perhaps he had never done it with anyone before. He wasn’t the kind of guy who liked to give up control, even if that was only in regards to his position on the bed. But he was willingly having me on top so that he could worship me with his tongue. I felt treasured and special. Worshipped, even.
I held on for dear life as he worked me through two orgasms, relentless as always. It was clear that Keith liked to push me to the brink of too much, to be the one to decide just how much pleasure I could take, and honestly I loved it. I loved that I could put myself in his hands and that he would take care of me.
Nothing but the best for me, and Keith was definitely the best, and definitely gave it to me.
He tried to smirk up at me when I had finished and I looked down at him, shaking with satisfaction, but he couldn’t hold the tease—it turned into a soft smile and I nearly burst into tears of happiness at the look in his eyes. He looked so fond of me, so warm and affectionate, and here I had started to give up hope that I would ever get that from him.
God, I loved him so much. Every single second with him only drove me deeper into the madness of my affection. I was so lucky I wasn’t alone in it the way that I’d feared. I was so lucky that he felt the same way.
I moved back, and took his leaking cock into my hand. It felt so good—he felt so good—I loved stroking him and feeling him throb from my touch. He was so big, my hands always felt small in comparison, wrapped around his girth, and I thrilled at it each time.
While I wanted him inside of me—I wanted to feel that connection—I leaned down and licked at the head of his cock first, tasting the precome that leaked from it. Keith groaned, staring at me with hooded, dark eyes. His hand slid into my hair, stroking it, and I hummed happily.
I climbed up his body so that I could sink down onto his cock. Again, it felt like no words were necessary. We just knew each other. I groaned into the stretch as I sank onto him. He fit so perfectly inside of me. We were made for each other, or at least that was how it felt. I loved it. I loved him. And I would never have to worry about being parted from him ever again.
Keith stroked my sides, teased my breasts, as I adjusted to him being inside of me. Sex was getting easier, as I did it more and more and got used to the sensation of a cock inside of me, but it was still a lot to have him filling me up. He stretched me so wide, I was sure that even if I’d tried to have sex with anyone else, it wouldn’t have worked. I never would have felt satisfied.
Once I was ready, I braced myself on his chest and began to move. It was new to be on top, but I found my rhythm quickly. I loved how deeply he was inside of me like this. I could just let gravity do the work to sink down completely onto his cock, his balls pressed against my skin each time.
Keith kept his hands on my hips, staring at me as I rode him like I was some kind of goddess. I sure felt like one. I felt like I was powerful, like I could do anything. After weeks of feeling small and unsure, I was back on top of the world. All because I had my man at last.
Keith was never one to let me do all the work for long, though. As I started to lose myself to my pleasure he sat up, changing the angle, and I cried out as he wrapped an arm around my waist to keep us close. We could kiss this way, which made it even better. His mouth against mine and his whispered endearments against my skin were better than anything else.
We kissed over and over, Keith whispering promises into my ear and against my lips, as I clenched around him, driving him to orgasm. He felt so fucking good inside of me and I wanted to feel good for him, I wanted to make him come in me.
Keith thrust up into me, chasing his orgasm, and I let him use me, bouncing up and down on his cock. He was staring at my breasts as they moved, and I loved it—I loved how much he loved my body, how sexy I was to him.
I didn’t even feel the need to orgasm. I’d already come twice, and I just loved having him inside of me and feeling that connection. Like we were finally on the same page. But I couldn’t stop it when the pleasure began to build in me, higher and higher. Keith liked it when he could feel me coming around him, so I didn’t bother fighting it and gave over to it, gasping into his mouth as I came for a third time, feeling like claws were dragging my orgasm through my body, leaving me completely spent.
Keith groaned and kissed me hard, chasing his orgasm, thrusting up into me hard and fast. I could feel him coming, painting me up inside, and I moaned again at the sensation.
God, he was so sexy. And so wonderful. And all mine. And I was his.
We kissed and kissed and kissed, never moving, even though we were both finished. It felt like hours, or days, but could have been only minutes. I didn’t know. Nothing mattered. Nothing had meaning. There was only the two of us in our bubble of happiness, our warm soft love.
Just like the last time, afterwards Keith held me in his arms. I was unbelievably happy. There was no place in the world I’d rather be. While last time, I’d had that gnawing worry about my pregnancy and about Keith’s commitment to me, about the end of the week signaling the end of our ‘fling’, now I had no such fears. Everything in his behavior had told me now that he wanted to be with me. That we were going to be together.
He’d said he was going to marry me. I couldn’t believe it. I still expected a proper proposal, because damn it, I deserved one after all of this, but the fact that he wanted to do this, that he was ready for it, planning on it—it filled me with more joy than I could possibly describe.
Being in here with him was the most wonderful feeling in the world. I wanted to revel in it for as long as possible. I never wanted to move from this spot.
I also didn’t want to talk about plans right now. I wanted to just bask in the afterglow and enjoy this beautiful, wonderful floating feeling. But I knew that we had to discuss this, and we had to discuss it before any more drama got in the way of our relationship.
But before that…
I nuzzled in closer, kissing Keith’s neck. “I love you,” I whispered.
The last time I’d admitted my feelings it had been in anger as we’d argued over the pregnancy, right before I stormed out and left Tybee Island. I didn’t consider that a proper love confession. I wanted my confession of feelings to be something happy and enjoyable, something that brought us joy.
Keith smiled down at me, then kissed the top of my head. “I love you, too. So much.”
Not that it came as a surprise at this point, but it warmed my heart all the same to hear him say it. I had dreamed of this moment for years, and then I had started to fear it would never happen, and that I would be left alone with my shattered heart. Now, at least, my dreams were finally coming true.
“What do we do about our families?” I asked. “Dawn was livid when I told her. I didn’t mean to, it just slipped out, because she knew that something was wrong, and she was furious.”
“Your father didn’t take it so well at first, either,” Keith said. “I felt it was only right to tell him and let him know what was going on before I came to you and proposed. I hope he didn’t blindside you or anything.”
“He kind of did, but I handled it. I had a talk with him. I let him know what was up. I didn’t know how you felt, of course, so I couldn’t speak for you, but I told him that if it were up to me I would be with you and we’d raise our child together, so he’d better damn well get over himself if he wanted to be in my life and see his grandchild. He’s coming around to it, I think, he just needs time.”
“You little firecracker,” Keith said, admiration and love plain in his voice. It made me light up inside, to hear him talk about me lik
e that. “Dawn’s coming around, too. I spoke with her just before heading out to the venue to find you. She was upset too, and I explained that we didn’t want to tell anyone anything before we’d had a chance to explore what we were, or none of them would ever give us a chance.”
“I need to apologize to her,” I said. Would we ever be as close as we once were? Our dynamic was going to change, if I was technically going to be her stepmother and give birth to her half-brother.
“Probably wise. I tried to apologize to Matt, but he wasn’t really in the mood to listen. I’ll try again in a few days.”
“Yeah, give him some time.”
“Same with Dawn. It’s going to be okay, sweetheart.” Keith kissed my forehead. “She’s going to come around and it’ll all be all right. She loves you and you love her, you’ve been best friends all your lives. It’ll work out.”
“I hope so. I want us all to be a family. I love all of you and I don’t want anyone to be hurt.”
“It’ll take some time to come around, but when they do, we’ll be the strongest family in the south,” Keith promised with a chuckle.
“How are we going to make it work?” I asked. “Not our family, but our family. With the baby. My band’s on the rise, and I’m going to be busy booking gigs, and then going on tour with them. And you’re always busy at the hospital. When are we going to see each other, let alone have time for the baby?”
“Is this the same girl who came after me so single-mindedly?” Keith teased. “Sweetheart, didn’t you think about all this before we got together?”
“Honestly, becoming a band manager has snuck up on me,” I admitted. “I was more focused on getting with you, and being with you. I didn’t realize how serious I was about the management until I was already in it, and then there was no chance to think about the future, because you were…” I hesitated.
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