by Jamie Knight
She started sucking even harder. I just couldn't hold on anymore, releasing a thick torrent of cum into her mouth. Taken a bit by surprise, some of it got away as she swallowed down the rest. Not one to be defeated, Shae wiped the rest off her chin and sucked her fingers clean.
She stood up, using the door as support, keeping her hand wrapped gently around my still hard cock. Just having her touch me was enough to get me to full attention. My beautiful girl led me over to the bed, where she stood perfectly still as I slowly stripped her naked.
I really wanted to fuck her but knew I had to get her ready first. Not that I minded, of course. I loved licking her pussy.
Sitting her down at the edge of the bed, I gently opened Shae's legs as I got down on my knees between them. She reached down and spread her pussy lips as I moved in. I ran my tongue along her folds, going slowly from bottom to top, making her shudder. Giving her a few more licks, I started going faster, devouring her tight little pussy and making her moan. We built up to the point that she had both hands on the back of my head, encouraging me to go faster, as well as harder. Her loud moans emphasizing the point.
Shae held on a bit longer than I did. Her orgasm, when it came, made her shake and rattle. The vibrations going all the way down to her pussy, where I could feel it on my mouth. Her wetness increased as she got ready to try and take my cock. Had I been thinking, I would have brought lube, but I wasn't, so we came down to this.
I kissed Shae lovingly, leaning her back into a laying position, and putting her feet up on the edge of the bed.
“That comfortable?” I asked.
“It's okay,” she said.
“Well, that just won't do.”
Taking her by the ankles, I shifted the position, so her legs were up over my arms, her knees flush with my elbows.
“Better?”
“Much!”
I would have kissed her then, but she was a bit too far away. My hands were also pretty full, so Shae did the honors, taking my cock and easing it into her pussy. She closed her eyes and let out a long, soft moan as she did so.
“You okay, sweetie?”
“Yes, i-it just feels so fucking good. It's right up against my cervix.”
“Always a good thing,” I said, making her giggle.
Getting well up in her, I started to move, pumping her sweet little pussy as hard as I dared, knowing full well how sensitive she was. Her pussy clamped even tighter around me as I pumped her, reacting to the stimulus and apparently wanting more.
“Kegels?” I asked, continuing to pump.
“Yeah, I thought it might be fun,” she said.
“Definitely,” I said, lovingly stroking her thigh.
I moved in her tight little pussy, pumping her a bit more gently than usual until I was getting really to cum. By the way her body was tensing and the sounds she was making, I could tell she was getting ready too. Just to be safe, I pulled out of her, working her to orgasm with my fingers, while delivering my cock to her mouth before giving her a second load as big as the first, which she sucked down greedily.
Both of us spent, I got onto the bed with her, and we cuddled before Shae fell into an exhausted but happy sleep.
“I love you,” I whispered.
I was both testing out the words and practicing them at the same time. It felt pretty safe, as I knew she couldn't hear me, but she was also right there, so it felt more real. I was still trying to pluck up the courage to make an official declaration despite her family, and most of mine already able to see what a good match we were. I had gotten Ellis out of the picture, so she didn't have to worry about him anymore. That was the first step.
I didn't want to get too intense too fast because I might scare her away, even though we had agreed that we would start dating seriously.
The very thought of Shae leaving me drove me from the bed and down into the kitchen for a bit of late-night stress eating. I was looking for something in the fridge when I heard a throat clear behind me. It was too feminine to be Chester or, heaven forbid, a returned Ellis. That pretty much left Diane or Dixie. I turned around, dearly hoping for Dixie.
“Want me to make you something?” Diane asked.
I was about to decline, well able to make food for myself, but then I realized that it was a sort of overture.
“Yes, please,” I said, minding my manners.
Moving with the grace of a veteran homemaker, Diane assembled a quite nice looking assortment of leftovers and put them in the oven as opposed to the microwave.
“I'm sorry about the cool welcome. I really didn't realize how awful Ellis was.”
“I have a feeling most people don't,” I said by way of extending an olive branch.
She nodded sadly, then looked up and held out her hand to me. “We never really got to know each other, but if you're going to marry my daughter, we might as well try.”
“I'm not sure about marriage. Not just yet, anyway. Not planning to live in sin forever mind you. I just want to wait until Shae's ready.”
“But you're ready now?” Diane asked, surprised.
“Yes,” I said, answering honestly.
“Well, that's a new one. A man ready to get married before his lady.”
“A bit unusual I'll grant,” I admitted, a grin pulling at my lips.
I knew lots of guys who had no interest in getting married at all and others who were more or less dragged down the aisle. The only happily married couples I could think of where the decision seemed to be mutual were my parents who, according to family legend, had proposed to each other at precisely the same moment, and Aden and Camilla at the office.
“Anything else usual that I should know?” Diane asked, giving the impression that she was kidding.
“Well, I'm kind of the black sheep of my family.”
She frowned. “Oh, how so?”
“They'll all passionate, creative types. Music, to be exact. My mom is an opera singer, my dad is a composer, and my brother is the vocalist in a famous heavy metal band.”
“And you don't like music?”
“Oh, I like it fine. I just don't really have the same depth of passion for it that they do, ya know?”
“I do, actually. Both my momma, Dixie, who you met, and my daddy were really into art. Like crazy into it. They were outstanding artists, too. I like looking at it fine but couldn't draw a stick figure to save my life. Still can't. Yet I tried to fit in. Lots of art lessons, but it was no use. I just had no skill for drawing or painting.”
“A lot like the multiple years of music and singing lessons I attempted, all of which turned out to be — ”
“Futile torture,” Diane said, seeing where I was going.
“Exactly.”
We couldn’t help but laugh over our shared foolishness as well as our status as the weirdos in our family. I felt like we had bonded, and Diane might just, finally, approve of me.
Belly full of quite good leftovers — Diane's skills clearly laying in the culinary —department, I got back into bed holding Shae the rest of the night. Basking in her gentle warmth, I wanted nothing more than to be able to experience it for the rest of my life.
Before long, I was drifting to sleep, the weight of Diane's disapproval finally lifted from my mind. I realized that she was really just concerned for her daughter, having been mislead by Ellis, who could be pretty damn slick. She wasn't really so bad once you got to know her.
****
The next day, packing went pretty quickly. We had packed pretty light on purpose, figuring we wouldn't need much for a long weekend. Diane and Chester were waiting for us downstairs. I shook hands with Chester and got a surprisingly warm hug from Diane. Then it was Shae's turn to say her goodbyes.
“Be good,” Chester said, hugging her tight.
“Always.”
“Goodbye, my sweet child. You have a real winner here, don't let him go.”
“What did you do to my mom?” Shae asked as we walked to the car.
“We ta
lked, is all. Diane even said she hadn't really gotten to know me. We rectified that last night. Though I do remember telling you as such. You just had to give me time. You also owe me.”
“What, we never set a bet!” Shae protested.
We spent the rest of the drive playfully quibbling over her debt and how she could best repay it, settling on some very generous terms to which she had no strong objections.
Chapter Fifteen - Shae
It was a blissful sort of haze. For a couple days after we got back to Vegas, I just couldn't stop smiling. I was so in love with Chris and felt he was on the same page. Feelings we didn't hesitate to show each other every chance we got. I had never fucked so much, even as a newlywed. Even though neither of us brought it up directly.
“Well, what's this?” Camilla asked as I got off the elevator at Sure Thing Graphics.
“Lunch, for everyone,” I said, holding up a big paper bag.
It was partly true. I had brought enough food for everyone, and it was, indeed, lunchtime, though I'd also had the hidden motive of seeing Chris.
“Are you glowing? Like a motherly go,” Camilla asked, looking me over.
“Keep it down, will ya? I haven't told Chris yet. Well, not really. I tried to, but I'm pretty sure he thinks I was joking.”
“Oh, must be love then, the glow of love!” she said louder, trying to cover up for her mistake.
I couldn't really deny it. I was in love.
If only I had realized that Chris was within earshot walking up to the receptionist’s desk. He heard everything Camilla said about love and gave me an assessing look that I couldn't quite read, but it seemed to me like he was pleased. For some reason, this sent me into a mad panic. I put the lunches on Camilla's desk and ran off to work.
It was not an easy day at the hospital. Not only did there seem to be bad luck wave going on, all of the victims were brought to our ER. The cases kept me busy, but I still found my mind wandering to Chris.
I really couldn't figure out why I had freaked out before. I loved Chris and wanted to be with him. Why did I run when I thought he felt the same? I guess I was just afraid of our perfect bubble popping and cold reality setting in. Talking about the future made it too real. Though I couldn't keep running from it. Literally or figuratively. Not with a very real baby on the way.
I needed to talk to him. I had to get everything off my chest. When I could take a break, I called.
“Christopher Stewart, art director,” Chris answered, in professional mode.
“Hey, Chris.”
“Shae?”
“Yeah. I'm sorry I ran out on you earlier. We really need to talk can you come over tonight for dinner?”
“Aren't you working late?”
“No, I'm just filling in on a half shift for someone who fell ill. Strange how often that happens to hospital staff.”
“Okay.”
There wasn’t much more I could say over the phone, so I hung up and got back to work. Now all I had to figure out was how to break the news to him in person.
****
The door to my apartment was ajar when I got home. I was going to unlock it, but the door pushed open as soon as the key touched the lock. Trying to be quiet, I called the police on my cellphone. I was ready to wait in the hall until the cops came, but then I heard Jeepers meowing in pain.
Gripped by protection instincts, I charged in, pepper-spray at the ready. However, I was definitely not prepared for what I saw when I got to the living room. Ellis was trying to stuff Jeepers into a carrier, and the little kitty was putting up a hell of a fight.
“What are you doing?” I demanded.
“What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be home until three in the morning. I've been watching you come home from work!” Ellis demanded as though I had done something wrong by coming home.
“Do you have any idea how creepy that sounds? It also doesn't answer my question about my kitten.”
“I was just looking for my helmet but couldn't find it. I saw the cat, so I grabbed it.”
“I sold your stupid helmet, remember?”
“Do you have any idea what that helmet meant to me?” my ex screamed, his face going red.
“You ordered it on eBay! It's not like it was a family heirloom or anything. If it was, I wouldn't have taken it. What are you doing with my cat? You don't even like cats!”
“I was just taking away something you love as compensation. He should fetch a pretty penny on the online market.”
As though he understood what was just said, Jeepers chose that exact moment to bite hard into Ellis's had. He howled in pain. The cat still had his sharp milk teeth. Ellis dropped him, letting the kitten scurry to safety in the bedroom.
My ex started to rant like I had never heard before. His face turning a distressing shade of red. For the first time in my life, I was genuinely afraid of him. I had no idea Ellis was capable of such rage, especially about something so trivial as pawned sports memorabilia and a cat bite. He was always verbally abusive and domineering, but he had never actually hit me.
“Get out,” I yelled. “The police are on the way.”
Giving a hearty, mocking laugh, he started knocking various knick-knacks off the display shelf, asking if I loved them.
“I am going to press charges. You'd better leave now if you want a chance to escape before the cops get here.”
“You have no proof, you stupid bitch.”
“The building has security cameras at every entrance. There will be tapes of you coming in.”
For one, brief, glorious moment, Ellis actually looked scared. All the blood drained from his face. It was short-lived, however, and he soon shrugged it off, getting even angrier.
“You are going to give up something you love to pay for stealing my helmet. I wonder how you would feel if I killed Chris?”
“What?” I stepped away from him. My back hit the wall.
Ellis glared at me. “I could kill your little boy toy. You love him, right? How would you feel if he was suddenly gone? Unfairly taken away from you. Erased from your life. Even though you love him.”
“You wouldn't dare.”
“Sure, I would,” he said with a crazy smile.
“He would kick your ass. Even if he didn't, Aden would come after you. He's ex-military, you know.”
“I have a gun.”
That much was true. Ellis had shown it to me after he bought it, mugging and posing like an idiot. He had said at the time it was to protect me. I had even been dumb enough to believe it then. I had recently realized it had just been another power move. I didn't think he would ever use it one me, but I realized that he had wanted me to know that he could. He really was a twisted fuck.
Gritting my teeth to keep from screaming, I lunged at him, hitting him in the face with pepper-spray. Ellis screamed in agony, clutching his face. Just then, the door slammed open, and I turned expecting the cops, instead seeing Chris storming in.
“Shae?”
Ellis froze, hearing the new arrival. I thought it might be over, but then he gave a ragged yell, running in what he thought was my direction. Instead, he found the business end of a powerful roundhouse kick delivered by Chris.
Ellis flew backward and slammed down onto the floor and did not get up again. On instinct, I went over and checked his pulse. He was alive but out cold. As though on cue, the police arrived.
Chapter Sixteen - Chris
I tried to be stoic for Shae's sake, but inside my head was whirling. The cops had been pretty good about the whole thing. Shae quickly explained what had happened and exactly who was the bad guy in the scenario.
In a lovely bit of poetic justice, Ellis had woken up just as the police were cuffing him. Fighting and yelling, he was hauled all the way out of the apartment, apparently missing the bit about remaining silent. In the end, it took four officers, one carrying him by each limb, to get him out.
Shae seemed okay for the most part. She was a bit shaky but general
ly composed. Quite impressive, given the circumstances. It wasn't every day, or ideally any day, that her crazy ex broke into her apartment, and all things considered, she was really taking it in stride.
“Are you okay?” I asked again.
“Yeah, a bit shaken but okay. At least the only one to get hurt was Ellis.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, she turned pale and started to panic, running toward the bathroom, calling her cat. Jeepers came out right away and started rubbing up against her legs. He seemed to be okay despite the scary situation.
After rubbing up against Shae for a while, the kitten jumped up on the couch, curling up on my lap as Shae came and sat beside me. Pretty soon the kitty was purring and content.
“I know how he feels,” Shae said, scratching his little head.
“How's that?”
“I'm really sorry I ran out today. Things got kind of real, and I didn't know if I was ready to deal with it.”
“Deal with what?”
She took a deep breath. “Well, for starters, I actually am pregnant. I know I acted silly at first. Though it is true. I am carrying your baby. Wow, it is still surreal to say.”
“When —”
“When I was on top, and you didn't have time to pull out.”
“Oh. Is that why you let me come in you at the lake house?”
“Yeah, I figured I couldn't get pregnant twice.” She shrugged.
I looked at Shae. Her pink hair had pulled out a bit from the bun she usually kept it in for work. Her cheeks were pink. Her eyes drooped, appearing tired. But she was more beautiful than any woman I had ever seen. She was glowing. I knew part of that was the pregnancy, but there was another aspect to the glow. It was like the heavens telling me that this was the woman who was meant for me.