Dinner consisted of multiple courses. Things from small mugs of soup to spoonfuls of some of those decadent shavings of meat my parents’ kitchen had to offer. There was a gathering of about twenty people who came to shake Delilah's hand and get to know her, wishing us well during her pregnancy. They asked her everything from where she grew up to how long she had been working with the company, and with each question her smile got bigger. Every once in awhile, she would glance over at me to make sure she was doing the right thing. Making sure I wasn’t embarrassed or disapproving of her actions.
But all I would do is smile.
I wasn't sure what to expect, but I was impressed with the people that gathered. There were mounds of presents for us to open and go through, but no one expected us to do it tonight. And I was glad, because I had booked a decadent hotel room for Delilah and I for the entire weekend. Her stomach made her look as if she was five months pregnant--even though she was only three and a half months along--and I was ready to get my hands on her. The way her clothes draped around her and clung to her baby bump churned a primal need inside me I have never experienced before.
Delilah lit up a room. Both with her smile and her curves.
The longer we stayed, the more she settled into things. The conversation was topical, but it was kind. No one was snickering at her for having children out of wedlock and no one was judging her for the decision she made to keep things quiet. If anything, there were women who were sympathizing with her. Who were understanding of their situation. She was surrounded by women who understood what she was going through, and I could see relief flooding her features.
The outpouring of support we got from the group of my parent’s friends was more than I could have imagined. And Delilah look like an angel. But I could see the exhaustion slowly settling in her face, so I decided to intervene. I walked over to her and placed a kiss against her head, then excused us for the evening. My mother insisted we stay with her, but I told her I had a hotel booked in town and that we would be back tomorrow morning for breakfast.
I couldn't wait any longer. I took Delilah's exhaustion as an opening to get us out of there. Her body was calling to me. Tugging at a part of me I had never been able to indulge before. The two of us left my parents’ house and got into our private car, riding quietly back to the hotel. Delilah had been insistent on having a room to herself, so I compromised and got us a hotel suite. A shared living space with two separate bedrooms and doors that closed off those rooms. She was too far along in her pregnancy for me to have her any farther away than she needed to be from me.
I wanted to be close if something happened to her.
We got to the hotel and checked in, then grabbed our things from the car. I was ready to get her behind closed doors. I was ready to have her in my arms. Even if she didn't want anything more than for me to hold her, I was ready to be close to her. I was ready to tell her how beautiful she was and massage her feet. I was ready to get her whatever she needed and make her as comfortable as I possibly could.
I was ready to tell her how excited I was to have children with her.
I opened up the door to the hotel suite and Delilah gasped. I picked up our bags as she walked through the door, her eyes taking it all in. The furniture was plush and the four-poster beds were draped in a sheer type of fabric that made it glisten against the twinkling stars. There were two ensuite bathrooms that had walk-in steam showers and jet bathtubs to hold her growing body. I had a few of her favorite snacks and things she was craving already stocked in the fridge.
I wanted things to be perfect for her.
She sashayed into a room and I followed her into it. I picked up her bags and set them in the corner as she sat on the edge of the bed. She was speechless as her eyes fluttered around the room. I could see the anxious stress of the night dwindling as she relaxed into the bed. She flopped down, her breasts jiggled and her stomach protruding with our growing children.
I felt my cock pressing against my pants as I walked over to her.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“Holy hell, this bed is fantastic,” Delilah said.
“Think you’ll get a decent night’s sleep on it?” I asked.
“Decent? I don’t think I’m going to want to get out of it.”
“Maybe one day you’ll say that about me.”
Her eyes fluttered over towards me, her head turning and taking me in. I could see her eyes raking up and down my body as I shrugged off my suit coat. I tossed it over my arm, allowing her to take in her fill as I tried to calm my growing cock.
But when I looked back over at her, she was biting down on her lower lip.
“You looked beautiful tonight,” I said.
“Do I not look beautiful now?” Delilah asked.
“No,” I said.
I watched her features slowly drop as I shuffled towards her. I planted my hands firmly into the frame of the bed before I leaned over and hovered my lips above hers. I could feel her breath pulsing against mine as the hairs on the back of my neck rose. I could hear her breathing increase, her chest panting with her want for me as I grinned.
“You look breathtaking now,” I said.
Twenty
Delilah
The tension between us was growing in ways I could have never imagined. On the plane ride into the Hamptons, Preston's thumb kept racing faceless designs on my thigh. Just the warmth of his hand called to a part of me that wet the panties I had on. My leg trembled and my hands twirled up in the fabric of my dress. I tried running calculations and going through my budget. I tried thinking about work and all the paperwork I would have to do when I returned.
Because I wasn't going to be able to take much more of his stroking if I paid attention to it.
Things only got worse during the car ride over to his parents’ house. He was cradling me close and I could feel his heart beating against my shoulder. Every once in awhile, he would bend over and press his lips to my forehead. His soft, pillowy lips and the warmth from the wetness on his skin caused me to bite back a shiver. A shiver that brought back lewd memories from the night he had gotten me pregnant.
And the last thing I needed to be doing was shaking against him.
I thought I was going to get a reprieve at his parents’ house, but that wasn't the case. Watching him smile and interact with his mother was lovely to me. The relationship he had with his parents was something I had longed for as a child. Watching him dote on his mother and talk business with his father was the picturesque scenario I hoped to have for the three children I was going to be raising.
No to mention his suit was tailored to all of the areas of his body I adored.
His waist, his shoulders, and the length of his legs were all accentuated by the fabric draping over his body. His perky little ass was rounded out in the navy blue fabric, beckoning to my teeth for me to enjoy. The strength of his shoulders was palpable and the veins bulging from his neck caused me to lick my lips. At one point, I had to excuse myself to the bathroom just to splash some water in my face.
Thank the heavens I never wore makeup.
It was uncanny, how much him and his mother looked alike. Their smiles and their eyes and their cheekbones were identical to one another. When they laughed, they sounded the same. When they tipped up their drinks, they did it with the same swooping motion. When they went to walk, they each started with the same foot. It was like watching two best friends interact after spending months apart.
But he had his father's frame. His height, his broad shoulders and his long legs all came from his father. They stood eye-to-eye with one another, both equals in the business world even though their businesses were completely different. It was a joy to watch. It was so different from the home I had grown up in, and it was wonderful to see that it was possible.
It was possible to have a good relationship with both parents.
All night, I kept stealing glances at him just to take him in. Sometimes he would turn around, giving me a q
uick peek at his ass. I wanted to dig my fingertips into him. I wanted to lick him from head to toe. I wanted to pull those sounds from him that echoed off the corners of my mind late at night. I had just turned over into my third trimester a week ago, and my libido had kicked into high gear. Every lonely night, I was pleasuring myself to the thought of him. Gushing on my hands and moaning his name like it was his head between my legs. It was getting to a point where I couldn't look him in the eye while we were in the office together without fantasizing about him taking me against the windows of his office.
Now, it was me who was the risk. It was my stolen glances of him in the office that were eventually going to get us in trouble.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. The dinner was wonderful and his parents were welcoming, but I wanted him all to myself. I wanted to talk with him and melt into him. I wanted to feel him underneath my fingertips and kiss those lips of his. I faked a yawn and allowed my eyes to blink a little slower than usual, and Preston caught on perfectly to my signals.
The kiss he pressed into my temple was enough to make me shoot through the roof. Just from that simple little gesture, I could feel myself spilling into my panties. He whisked me away to a hotel room that took my breath away, giving us the alone time I had wanted from the very beginning.
But there was nothing that could compare to the image I was now staring at.
The image of him hovering over me and telling me I was breathtaking.
This was the moment I had been waiting for. The opening he gave me that would allow me to throw my own rules away. And I couldn't contain myself any longer. No matter how much my rational mind screamed that this was a bad idea, my heart couldn't take it any longer. My skin couldn't take it any longer. My brain was frying from all the electricity his breath was coursing through my veins. My toes were on fire and my pussy was throbbing.
I needed to be full of him. And I needed it to happen now.
Reaching up to his hair, I tugged him down to my lips. They crashed into each other, our tongues pushing forward with all the force they could muster. I pulled Preston onto the bed, my legs spreading for him as his body contoured to mine.
I could feel his cock thick against my thigh, pulsing and begging to be inside of me.
We clawed at one another, our bodies overriding our thoughts. Our clothes ended up in piles on the floor, our bodies clad in nothing but our skin. I could feel all of him against me as his lips wrapped around my nipple. The fire that surged throughout my body caused me to moan out into the room. Tears brewed behind my eyes as he sank between my legs, his hands spreading me wide and pressing against my knees.
I gripped onto the sheets of the bed as he split me with his tongue.
My juices poured out for him to taste and I could hear him humming. The grin that spread across his cheeks tickled my thighs, causing me to giggle as my breath came in pants. His tongue found my swollen clit, flicking and suckling. My hips were rolling into his face, drenching his cheeks with my arousal. I was floating. Soaring through the clouds as his beautiful body filled mine with the pleasure I had dreamt of for weeks. A tear slipped from my eye as my toes began to curl, my body finally seeking the relief it had wanted all this time.
My back arched off the bed and my heels dug into his back. I felt his muscles twitching as his lips wrapped around my clit. His hands massaged my body, grasping onto anything he could touch as he pulled me closer. He buried his face in me, moaning and slurping as he drank me down.
“Holy shit. Finally. Oh, Preston. Yes. Don’t. Don’t leave me. Stay there. Stay there. Stay there.”
My body shook for him as my eyes screwed shut. Stars burst in my vision as my pleasure rendered me silent. I dropped to the bed as my juices dripped down my ass crack, his body crawling up mine. His lips left a wet trail behind them before I felt him hovering over me, and I felt his thumb wipe at the tear trails running down my face.
I opened my eyes and found him staring at me, his sparkling eyes full of passion and understanding.
“I’m going nowhere, Delilah. You’re carrying my child. And even though our family isn’t normal, you and these children will always be my priority.”
His words punched me in my gut. I whimpered into the room as my body shook underneath him. He dipped his lips to mine, allowing me to taste myself on him before he slid off to the side. His lips attached to my neck as I opened my body for him, feeling his cock pressing against my ass crack. My hands reached back to thread through his hair as he grabbed his girth, sliding it between my legs as I parted my thighs for him.
He slid in effortlessly, my pussy clamping tightly around him as I groaned.
“Holy shit, Delilah,” Preston said. “So tight for me.”
He sank to his hilt as my leg wrapped back around his body. His hand reached around my waist, cupping my breast as he moved. He slicked his dick with my arousal as I tugged on his hair, wanting his lips back on my neck.
He grinned as he lowered his lips to me, kissing every inch of my skin he could touch.
He sheathed himself within me, moving at a snail’s pace. He filled me to the brim, jolting my legs every time he passed by that sweet little spot. I pressed my hips back into him, wanting more of him as his hands languidly traveled up and down my body. He pulled goosebumps onto my skin, the air swirling around our heads tainted with the smell of our sex.
I was overwhelmed by the beauty of it all.
Slowly, he began to pick up his pace. His cock throbbed against my fluttering walls as his hand pinched my nipple. He tugged on it while his lips nibbled my skin, his name dripping breathlessly from my lips. I met him thrust for thrust, my ass jiggling against him as he slammed into me. The pace became relentless, his chiseled body pulling me closer and closer. I could feel every muscle in his torso working for me. I could feel his chest panting and his abs contracting and his rippling thighs flexing with their movements.
I tilted my head back and captured his lips, swallowing his groans as his cock pulsed inside of me.
He sheathed himself into me one last time as we fell over the edge. Our bodies shook as his hips stilled, his cock pressed as deep as he could get. Our kisses got sloppy and our bodies became soaked with sweat. I felt one of his arms cradling my head while the other cradled my pregnant stomach. Never in my life had I felt this complete. This gorgeous and necessary in the arms of a man. I became lightheaded with the pleasure I was experiencing, his body coaxing out of me a desperate need for more.
Preston kissed me on the shoulder as he slid from between my legs, but my body already missed him.
I turned around in his arms and rolled him onto his back. I straddled his thighs, allowing our juices to trickle onto his skin. I could feel his cock already growing to attention again, situated between my juicy thighs as my pregnant stomach rested on his chiseled abs. His eyes took me in, from the love bites he left behind to the way my tits had already swelled in size. He gazed hungrily up at me, his hips undulating as his cock popped back into me.
My hands descended into his chest as his fingertips buried into my hips, and our eyes locked for just a moment.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I said.
“I could go all night,” Preston said.
“Is that a challenge?” I asked.
Without any warning, he flipped me over onto my back. I giggled as he pinned me to the bed, my hands above my head and my legs locked around his waist. He grinned down at me, pressing an innocent kiss to the tip of my nose.
Then, he pulled back and slammed into me, causing me to cry out into the room.
“A promise,” Preston said with a whisper. “Because I always keep my promises.”
Twenty-One
Delilah
I was six months along before we were able to make a trip out to see my parents. Work kept us busy and people in the office were becoming relentless. I was bogged down with trying to figure out how things with the kids were going to work. I had no way to afford a house, but Preston convi
nced me to let him help. He put the security deposit down for a spacious four-bedroom apartment not too far from work. Between work, getting moved, and buying things for the kids, we had been swamped.
But now, the weekend had come.
I told Preston to book us a hotel across town from my parents. I didn’t want to stay with them while we were there just in case things went south with them. I was anxious to see them again. In a good way. But I didn’t know how things were between the two of them. It fluctuated, sometimes on a day to day basis. One day my father was bringing home flowers and the next day my mother was leaving the house crying. I saw the toll it could take on a family if two people tried to force themselves together for the sake of a child.
I didn’t want that to happen to Preston and I.
“Delilah! Oh my gosh, you look beautiful.”
I was shocked at how well-spirited my mother was.
“Hey, Mom,” I said.
“Where’s my girl?” my father asked. “I want to see how she looks.”
“Hey there, Daddy,” I said.
“Oh, sweetheart. Triplets look good on you,” he said.
My father kissed me on the cheek as Preston stood in the background.
“This must be him, huh?” my mother asked. “He’s a cutie. Way to go, honey.”
“Preston,” my father said. “I’m Phillip.”
“It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Kent,” Preston said.
“And I’m Marcia,” my mother said. “It’s wonderful to meet you. Now, the two of you come inside and take a load off. Sweetie, I can only imagine how your feet feel. Mine were killing me by month six, and I was only carrying one.”
I drew in a deep breath as my eyes widened. As far as attitudes went, this was by far the best I’d ever seen on my parents. I looked up at Preston and he grinned back down at me, then his hand pressed into the small of my back. He ushered me into my childhood home as we weaved our way in and out of rooms, eventually dumping out into the living room where I flopped down onto the couch.
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