by Xyla Turner
When she finally came home, both sets of parents were still there, ready to drive me and her crazy. On the first night, she told me to tell them to leave. I reminded her that she said I could fit a small village in here. She hit me on the arm and asked when I ever listened to her. I told her all the time. By the next week, both Samantha and I were done with them. We had a family dinner and I told them that their respective jets would be departing the next morning at 10:00 AM. They all laughed and continued to eat. Samantha and I looked at each other in confusion. That night, she told me again to make sure they boarded those jets. I couldn’t have agreed more and around 7:00 AM that morning, I was banging on doors and dishing out breakfast to-go bags, along with hugs and thank yous. Samantha was sitting on the couch waiting for kisses, hugs and thank yous as well. On their way out, her father said “way to be subtle.” I told him I learned it by watching him. We laughed and he gave me a man hug with one arm and one shoulder.
When they left, we both sat on the couch and sighed. She laid in my lap and went to sleep. I put my head back and joined her.
The doctor said it would be two weeks before we could do anything sexual, because usually the stomach muscles contracted when having sex, orgasms, etc. Samantha actually groaned, but I didn’t want her to experience any discomfort. So, I relieved myself in the shower daily. Sam was trying to offer me a blow job, but I kept refusing her, which also made her frustrated.
When the two weeks were up, I treated her and Roslyn to a day at the spa. She was about to go stir crazy being cooped up in the penthouse for three weeks and with me at that. I wouldn’t let her out of my site and now Larry was with her at all times. He too, was not just a driver, but former Special Forces. One can never be too careful. When she returned from the spa, we drove to the airport, where we boarded my jet so I could take her away.
It was a surprise to her, so she went along gracefully. She slept most of the way, but woke up when we were landing.
“Can you tell me now?”
“No, I want you to be surprised.”
We disembarked the jet, while they unloaded our luggage. A luxury car that I had arranged drove up and loaded us in. Samantha was all smiles because the sun was out, it was warm and I think she figured we were on a vacation. She just didn’t know where. It was only a four hour flight, so I figured she knew it wasn’t London.
“Now can you tell me?”
I sighed. “You want to ruin the surprise, I asked?”
She huffed, “No, I guess not.”
“I’ll give you a hint. We are in Barbados.” She gasped.
We arrived at the hotel, but I didn’t let her take in the scenery, just took her straight to the Presidential suite, where there was a fruit ensemble waiting for us along with a bottle of wine. I sat her down on the chair, squatted down to her and said the words that rolled through my head for the past few weeks.
“Samantha, I love you so much. I never knew I could love anyone this much. Sometimes I think it was the instant you bumped into me and I saw that you were upset. Something in me wanted to make that go away. I’ve spent a good part of this year trying to make that sadness go away. I think you know, I’d do anything for you. You make me feel whole again. Three weeks ago, I thought I lost you, which made me want to claim you even more. You think we’re still figuring this out, but mama, I’ve been clear from the start. I want you. I want us. I want the house, the white picket fence, our kids running around, my daughter looking just like you, my son acting just like you. I want that with you and only you.” I wiped away a tear from her eye.
“Your father wanted a man that would protect you and keep you safe and secure. I am that man. I love you no matter what. Make me a legitimate whole man now and marry me?” I said, as I got on one knee.
She gasped and put her hands to her mouth.
“Joshua, are you serious?”
I pulled out the box with the three caret princess cut diamond ring, took the ring out and placed it on her left finger.
“Will you be my wife?”
She busted out crying, uncontrollably. I didn’t know if this was a good thing or bad thing. So I kept holding her hand and rubbing her arm, until she calmed down. She grabbed me by the collar of my polo shirt with both hands and said, “Damn you Joshua!”
“What?” I grabbed her wrists.
“You would propose like this and I’m all crying and looking crazy.”
The woman was crazy!
“Is that a yes?” I asked, with one of my eyebrows up.
“Of course, it’s a yes, silly!” she exclaimed.
I yelled, “She said yes!”
I turned the TV on and there were four different monitors on one big screen. The top left was her parents on Skype, the top right was my parents on Skype, the bottom left was her friends, Rosyln, Elliot and Vicki and the bottom right was our people, Craig, Daniel, Larry, and Karen. They were all screaming and yelling their congratulations to us. She started crying some more, but this time hiding in my chest. I held her and shook my head.
“She’s emotional,” I told them, “I’m sure it’s the baby!”
“Joshua,” she groaned.
“Alright you guys, we’ll be home in a week. Right now, we are going to celebrate.”
SAMANTHA:
I couldn’t believe Joshua brought me all the way to Barbados to propose. Sometimes he could be so sweet. It was so nice here on the beach. We ate dinner, which was simply fabulous! He said we were going to have another type of dessert later. I couldn’t wait. I hadn’t had sex in almost a month. I wasn’t a sex-craved woman before, but I swear I was going through some sort of withdrawals after having him for days and then nothing. During my recovery, I knew I was a total bitch, not just to him, but everyone. As the guys would say, she needed some dick. I did, too. I wouldn’t argue with that sentiment. I knew he relieved himself probably in the shower, because he would take them several times a day and wouldn’t let me join him.
We walked along the beach, holding hands and looking like a couple in love. More importantly, we were a couple in love and grateful to be together. That’s what I always wanted, despite everything else, I wanted a man who loved me no matter what, took care of me, even if I could take care of myself and provided that sense of security. I knew that is what I found in Joshua. There were still some other things about him that I didn’t understand or felt like he wouldn’t disclose to me just yet, like the BDSM club and his business associates. I didn’t harp on these, but I did want to know one day. I talked to him about Trevor and continuing our friendship and surprisingly, he was open to this. He muttered that he might not be so bad. He told me how he was there for me the day of the attack. So, I guess Joshua was giving him the benefit of the doubt.
I touched my stomach, because finally, I started to see a tiny baby bump. I’ve been waiting for it forever it seemed like. I tended to call Min every week to tell her my progress. The last time I called, she said not to call her until our next appointment. I’m sure I was getting on her nerves. Joshua would just kiss me and tell me to rest. That was his mantra for the last several weeks. ‘Rest mama’, ‘Take it easy, mama’, ‘One day at a time.’ I know he knew he was getting on my nerves, so I guess he figured we both needed a vacation.
Joshua threw a rock into the ocean and stared off. He was lost in thought, but not in life. He looked peaceful and content. I pulled out my camera to take a picture of him. It was such a serene picture of him, one that I would get mounted for my office. The flash from my phone brought him back to me. He looked surprised and then he started to chase me down. I ran as fast as I could with sandals in the sand, which wasn’t very far. He grabbed my arm and snapped me back to him.
“You want dessert out here or inside.”
“Considering what I want to do to you, inside.” I smirked.
He all but dragged me to our suite. When we arrived, he tore off his shirt and threw it across the room. I had on a long beach dress that I would have quickly removed if I didn�
��t suddenly feel self-conscious about the scar that was now on my stomach. Joshua saw my hesitation and came to me, “I’ll take you anyway I can, mama. Remember that.”
He slowly pulled the straps of my dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He sat me down on the bed and bent down to take off my sandals. He put one knee on the bed, lifted me and pushed me back, so I was in the middle of the bed and he was on top of me. “I’ve missed you, baby.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down for a desperate kiss. He practically fell on me and stuck his tongue down my throat as he deepened the kiss. I started to suck on his tongue, like I’d been wanting to suck on his cock, but couldn’t for almost a month. He groaned in my mouth, “Damn, baby.” He tore away from my mouth.
“I’ve missed you more,” I breathed.
“Panties off,” he commanded as he lay on his back in the bed. “Ass up here,” he pointed to his face, “and your mouth down here,” he pointed to his cock as he pulled his seersucker pants and briefs down.
I quickly complied, as I was feeling back to normal and hadn’t had an orgasm in what felt like forever. Even when I tried on my own, it hurt my stomach. You never know how much you use certain muscles, until you can’t.
I put my glistening snatch right over his face and slowly lowered, while rocking back and forth. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and pulled me all the way down on his face. I gasped as he latched on to my throbbing little nub and started to suck hard. Oh, how I missed that. I lowered my mouth to his hard cock. I missed this too. I licked around the head, then I massaged his balls, as I played with the slit with my tongue. He groaned in my pussy.
Pumping his cock with my left hand, I moved my mouth to suck on his right sac. His balls were so big, there was no way I could get them or barely one in my mouth. I sucked and sucked, like it was chocolate during that time of the month. I couldn’t get enough, especially with him finger fucking me in my tight pussy. I sucked on as much of his sac that I could, then I put my hot mouth on his long, thick cock. I started to bob my head up and down. He growled and smacked my ass. It spurred me on because he knew I liked that. I took him further in my mouth and kept going, then he smacked my ass again. I started rocking back and forth on his mouth because he was about to make me cum. I went down again, taking all of him until I choked. He smacked my ass and I came all over his face with a scream. I was panting loudly and out of breath from chocking and my orgasm. I took a minute to calm down, while licking his hard cock like a lollipop.
He started to lick me clean after he dipped his finger in my pussy then in stuck it in my ass. I clenched on him and he pushed in further. I started to rock on his face and fuck his finger in my ass. I put my mouth back on him and braced my elbows on his thighs and pumped him with my hand while I bobbed my head up and down his erect cock. At one point, he started to pump up, touching the back of my throat with the head. I took him further and he started pumping faster. I rocked my ass faster on him, he groaned as I screamed out another orgasm. He pumped three more time before he shot his release deep in my mouth. I swallowed all I could, but it was hard, because this time gravity was playing against me.
There was some spillage running down his cock and on his balls. I lapped up all of it, leaving him nice and clean. I rolled off of him and we both lay with our backs on the bed, exhausted.
“Was that dessert or was that dessert?” I breathed.
He chuckled and grabbed my hand. “Mama, that was the dessert appetizer.”
Oh shit.
“Is that so?”
He turned towards me and said, “On your knees.”
I flipped over and obeyed the man. If somebody would have asked me a year ago if I would listen to a man commanding me to do anything, I would have laughed at them. Fast forward to now and look at me. On my knees, waiting for him to rock my work, like I know he will.
He got off the bed and went into his suitcase, retrieving a black bag. He pulled out two identical boxes and arranged them on the bed. I looked at them to see that they were plugs in different sizes. Reaching into the bag again, he pulled out some lube, cleaner and small package that contained a vibrator. I started to feel my walls coat with moisture. He was right, that wasn’t dessert.
I looked at him and licked my lips. He opened all of the packages, cleaned them and walked over to me.
“You’ve been such a good girl,” he said, “so I wanted to reward you with something that would fill you up entirely.”
His hand travelled down my back to my ass, which he pinched. I jutted it out for him again. “You like that mama.”
I moaned my approval. Something wet hit my backside and ran down my crack, it must be the lube. I spread my knees so he could have full access. He murmured, “that’s it baby, you’re making me so hard right now.”
One finger was pushed into my tiny asshole and after a few thrusts, he joined it with another. I bent down lower so he could get it all. He removed his fingers and smacked my ass. “My mama likes it when I fuck her little hole, doesn’t she?” he smacked me ass again and I moaned, “I know she does.”
The bed dipped down and he reached over to get one of the plugs. “Look at that glistening pussy. You want this, don’t you?”
“Yess,” I purred.
Coldness touched my ass and I felt it penetrate my tiny hole. He pushed it in and out. “Take it all mama, I know you want it.”
I couldn’t tell if that was the big or small plug, but it was going in, slowly but surely. There was a little burn, but when he finally got it in, he got all the way on the bed and kneeled behind me. His hand touched my back, pushing me down so my stomach was lowering to the bed. He lined his cock to my soaked pussy and tried to penetrate. It was so tight because of the plug. He had to thrust a few times, but when he finally did, I screamed out in ecstasy. It felt so good. He smacked my ass and started to thrust.
“Goddamn, woman. You’re so tight.” He fucked me. “That plug looks so good in your ass while I fuck you. I wish you could see it.”
“Yess,” I moaned.
He smacked my ass again, “My good girl. Taking it like I want.”
I started to rock back on him and he slapped my ass again. This one was hard and I loved it. He was about to lose it, as he started rocking harder.
“Yes,” I moved back. He stilled, trying to not cum just yet. I could tell.
“Fuck me, mama. Nice and slow.”
I started going back on him, but not slow. I was that close to an orgasm. “Fuuuck, baby.” He moaned, “Slow down.”
I didn’t listen to him, because he felt so damn good. He slapped my ass again, “My good girl wants a spanking.”
I hope that wasn’t a threat, because I did want him to spank me. Therefore I jutted my ass out as an invitation. He slowed my thrust with his hands on my hips. Then he started fucking me again. I met his thrust this time and he spanned his hands over my entire ass and moaned, “Oh, that ass is mine.”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“That’s pussy is mine.”
“Yes.”
“That mouth is mine.”
“Yes.”
“You are mine.”
“Yes daddy, I’m yours,” I moaned as he rode me harder.
“Ohhh,” he groaned. “Baby, I’m coming. Fuuuck.”
He quickly pulled out and put another plug in my pussy with some maneuvering. Then he moved to the head of the bed, turned my body around, so I was face to face with his cock. He said, “Open for daddy.”
I moaned as I took his cock in my mouth. He grabbed my hair and started to fuck my face. “Every hole is filled baby. I possess your whole body, like you possess my whole soul.”
He pushed his cock as far as it would go and I gagged on him, but opened up my throat to accommodate him. “Fuuck, mama.”
Thrusting faster in my mouth, he breathed, “God, I love you.” Then he pumped a few more times and held my hair so I was taking all of him and swallowing his cum hitting the bac
k of my throat.
“That’s it, take it all. That’s my good girl. She knows how to please her daddy.”
I swallowed every bit of his hot cum. His praise of me made me want to. When he finished, he let my hair go and motioned for me to get on my back, with some minor adjustments since I had a plug in my ass and my pussy. He lifted my legs and spread them, so he could see both plugs. Then he kneeled between them and said, “I know you’ve done this, because I’ve felt it, but I want to see it.
What?
“See what?”
He smacked my pussy and I yelped. “Keep those legs spread for me. I want to see that pussy squirt.”
Leaning down to kiss my taut nub, he licked it, then rose back up and started rubbing it back and forth. I tried to close my legs from the direct friction on the bundle of nerves, but he wouldn’t let me. He kept rubbing and I kept squirming. “Oh God,” I breathed.
“Joshua, I’m about to cum,” I moaned.
I arched my back and grabbed my nipples. “That’s right baby, squeeze those hard nipples for daddy.”
His words spurred me on, because I twisted them and screamed out, as I started to squirt all on his hand. “That’s right mama, keep squirting. Pinch those tight little nipples.”
I squirted so hard, the plug came out of my pussy. He leaned down and cleaned me up. Then when he finished, he came up and kissed me, so I could taste him on my mouth and I know he tasted his own scent as well. Fucking dessert. Delicious.
Epilogue
One year later:
Samantha brushed the kinks out of her hair, while reminiscing about the first time she set foot in the bathroom. She remembered it was the first time she slept with Joshua in his office and he carried her to his room. Samantha kept brushing and wondered how she got to this point, in love, married and a mother. Two years ago, she had only met Joshua once, but now she was his wife. Her life had changed for the better and she was loving it.