by Berri Fox
I run my hands over her breasts and down in between her legs. I feel over her labia and rub my fingers over her clit. She’s as wet for me as I am for her.
She moans as I feel her. I squeeze and knead her breast in my other hand.
She starts to kiss my neck. The feeling drives me wild. But I want to concentrate on her right now.
I bury my face in her neck and kiss her as well. I can smell the sweet perfume she wears. The scent is intoxicating.
I feel her hands feeling over my body as well. I try to stay focused on the way she feels, but it is distracting.
I decide that the best way to keep myself on task is to focus more on her and make her come.
I kiss over her collarbone and down her body. I nestle myself in between her legs. I wrap her legs around my shoulders and kiss her thighs.
I can see that the anticipation of what I’ll do next is turning her on. I finally begin to kiss and lick her pussy. I spread her labia with my fingers, wanting to get as much of her clit as possible.
She moans as I eat her out. I reach up and play with her breasts. I want her to be overwhelmed with pleasure. I want to make this memory a good one.
I continue to lick her pussy. The way she tastes is turning me on. Everything unique about her is becoming ingrained in my memory.
When I feel her start to orgasm, I increase the frequency of my motions. I want her to come as hard as she can.
She arches her back and cries out as she orgasms. She wraps her fingers in my hair with one hand and clenches the sheet with her other fist.
I keep going until I’m sure she’s completely finished. When I’m sure she is, I crawl up the bed and take her in my arms.
I tilt her head up towards my face and give her another kiss. She wraps her arms around me and presses herself against me. I hold her tightly.
I feel like the luckiest woman on earth. Who knew such a horrible day could reach such a wonderful conclusion? I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with this woman.
Nineteen
Sara
I ’m no longer alone.
It’s such a simple thing, but I never thought I would be able to say that.
I have felt lonely since I can remember. My want to help others comes from the pain that I feel.
But every time I look at Sara, I know I won’t have to feel that again. I feel protected and wanted when I’m with her. I know it’s all going to be alright when I’m with her.
I know that it probably seems silly, but I’m happy. Genuinely and fully happy.
The twins are happy too. Even though they can’t understand the anger others had towards us, they understand the love that was put forth today. Lucille has made such a strong connection with them.
I always worried a bit about them, but they’re really fond of her. I have a responsibility to them, and I know I did well.
Everything happened so fast. I can’t believe that only yesterday things were so different. Of course we had a mutual crush on one another. Things have escalated so much, and yet, they feel so right.
I am right at home in her arms. All the things I felt I was missing before are here now.
I have resources, but that’s not the most important thing. Being brought out of poverty by a beautiful woman will always be nice, but it’s the woman I care about.
I love the way she always protects and defends me. I love the way she loves my nephews. I love her. I love her more than I’ve ever loved someone before.
At the end of the day, we tuck the kids into bed and head back to our room. We exchange kisses and some conversation, but our bodies need each other. I’m so attracted to her, but we have all the time in the world to take this slow.
We strip and kiss some more. She feels over my body and eats me out. I want to hold on longer, keeping this moment as long as I can. Even after my attempts to hold myself together, I orgasm hard.
She crawls back up next to me and holds me. I kiss her. I’m not letting her get away without orgasming just as hard as I do.
I take things slow, kissing her deeply and running my hands over her neck. I want to relish this as long as possible.
I love kissing her. Sparks fly as she moves her lips against mine. I pull myself even closer.
I focus on how her body feels against mine. I adore the feeling. It’s erotic and loving.
We fit so perfectly together. It’s like our limbs and torsos were made as a matching set. I didn’t know something could feel this right.
Even though we’re laying on fine sheets and a nice mattress, we could be anywhere laying on anything. I hardly notice anything else besides her. While it’s nice to have them, these things aren’t necessary to how much we’re yearning for each other right now.
I run my hands down her neck and over her chest. She has perfect breasts. They’re soft and shapely. I could feel them forever.
I bring my hands down over her stomach. She parts her legs for me. I run my hands over her pussy.
I feel her labia and clit. Then, I begin to finger her. She gasps as I enter her. She has a look of lust in her eyes.
I curl my fingers towards her g-spot as I thrust in and out of her. I quickly find the spot that makes her breath catch in her throat. I make sure to hit it as much as possible.
I keep massaging her clit with my thumb. I slide down the bed for better access to her breasts.
When I reach them, I kiss all over her chest. With my free hand, I circle around her breasts. I make the circles smaller and smaller, but never quite reach her nipples. I know she’s longing for me to play with them.
I keep pleasuring her and she wraps her hands in my hair. I know she means business now. I suck on one of her breasts while using my hand to play with the other. She tightens her grip in my hair and begins to call out my name.
When she orgasms, a shudder runs through her body. She lets out a high pitch moan and throws her head back in ecstasy. I hold her close to me as she finishes.
She comes down from the orgasm and smiles at me. She gives me another kiss and holds me close.
We continue to run our hands over each other’s bodies. The goal isn’t necessarily orgasm, but the feeling is pretty pleasurable.
I just want to keep feeling her. Knowing we’ve both had these feelings for so long makes me want to make up for lost time. I don’t want to waste another moment I have with her.
I keep running through the events of today in my head. I can’t believe there was a moment where I thought she didn’t love me. I feel her love completely enveloping me now. I know it will stay that way too.
Loneliness feels like a distant memory. Now I feel so wanted by Lucille.
It’s crazy to think how different things will be. Both of us have lost so much, but it feels like we’ve gained so much today.
We have a family now. We are a family now. I have a woman to take care of me and she has me to take care of her.
Our families have gained something too. The girls at the Nook will be happy, I know. Adelaide can finally be honest about who she is and the boys will have another person in their life to take care of them and love them.
I pull her into another deep kiss. I can feel her smile in the kiss as I do.
I’m the luckiest girl in the world.
Twenty
Lucille
I shuffle the stack of papers in front of me, trying to find the particular document I need. I’m trying to apply for planning permission to extend the boundaries of the building I bought in order to run my new charity for LGBT youths who are homeless or in need of support, but I’ve misplaced the paperwork from the planning office.
I sigh as I cast my eye over the messy desk. I wonder idly if Sara would have more luck finding it. She’s always been a lot more organized than I am.
I consider calling her to beg her to give me ideas on where to search and am slightly amused as I imagine Sara smirking as she inevitably directs me immediately to the documents I need. They’re bound to be in a place I’ve alread
y looked too.
My finger hovers over the call button when I remember she’ll be in class now. She started back at school to study library science a couple of weeks ago, and every evening she comes home brimming with excitement as she retells every detail of her day to me. I often get lost in her eyes, admiring her passion and the way they sparkle when she’s excited.
I shift a few more papers fruitlessly before giving up and heading to the kitchen to make some coffee. I glance at the clock in the hall as I walk past, noting it’s almost time to pick the boys up from school.
I make my coffee to go and head to the car, letting the caterers in on my way out. It’s good timing. They’re here to make dinner for all of our friends tonight, when they’ll be coming around to see our new apartment for the first time after we got married.
I sit in the car for a few minutes, sipping my coffee and looking up at the front of the apartment block. Ours is on the 10th floor, with a huge balcony and beautiful wood flooring. The boys love running around at top speed, chasing each other and the gray kitten we adopted from the shelter last weekend for them.
When I get to the school the kids are waiting for me alongside their teacher. She smiles as she releases them to me, and we make some small talk about how well they’re getting on. It’s a good school with huge playing fields and pony trekking once a week, perfect for them to burn off their excess energy through the day.
They happily hold my hands as we walk back to the car. I can’t believe how much my life has changed in such a short amount of time, and yet now I can’t imagine what I would do if I didn’t have Sara and the boys. They have lit up my life more than I could ever have imagined.
I’ve bathed and fed them by the time Sara gets home, but as always they clamor for her to do the bedtime story. I watch smiling from the doorway as she puts on voices that get them more excited than ready to sleep.
We get ready once the boys are asleep, and only just finish when the doorbell rings. I open the door and am immediately enveloped in Heather’s arms. I grin over her shoulder at the rest of the bookstore crew, and they join in the group hug. We’ve barely poured everyone drinks when the doorbell rings again.
Sara gets it this time and comes back with Aunt Adelaide draped over her arm. She kisses all of us three times on the cheeks, much the amusement of Cody and Heather, and presents me and Sara with a rather peculiar housewarming gift of an enormous china shire horse.
Sara slips her hand into mine as we sit down to eat, and I squeeze it hard. As I glance at her I’m overwhelmed by the depth of my feelings for her. I lean over and press my lips to hers, and then grin as she blushes at the catcalls and whistles from around the table.
“How are the kids?” Heather asks through a mouthful of chicken.
“They’re doing so well!” Sara gushes, lighting up when she talks about them. “Lucille found this really good children’s therapist downtown and they go every week now, which I think really helps them with their mom’s death you know?”
“They’re doing really well at school too,” I add. “And they love the house, and I take them to the park every day when I pick them up.”
“Oh, so that’s why they suddenly love you more than me,” Sara says teasingly, nudging me with her shoulder. I wink at her as the others laugh loudly.
After dinner we sit around the living room, chatting and mixing strong margaritas. Cody has just promised to show Aunt Adelaide the wonders of Facebook in the hopes of finding her old girlfriend when we hear a noise from the stairs and look up to see Liam standing in his pajamas at the foot of the stairs.
“Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?” Heather says to him, and he smiles shyly.
“I can’t sleep when everyone’s talking!” Lucas’ voice floats down from the top of the stairs as he follows his brother.
Sara smiles indulgently and holds out her arms. The boys come running to her and she kisses both of them on their fluffy heads. “Why don’t you tell the girls what you did today?”
“Luci took me to the park and we played on the swings and then I went down the slide five whole times and then Lily and Rafael who go to my school were there so we played in the pond!” Liam reels off the details of our trip to the park without even taking a breath.
Lucas impatiently pushes him aside and thrusts his new books at the girls. “Yeah but after the park we went to the bookstore and Luci bought me 7 new books!”
The girls laugh. “A whole 7? She’s never bought me that many books,” Tasha says, grinning at me.
“Play nice, boys,” Sara chastises as they jostle for prime position in front of Rachel and Abbie now.
I smile across at her, before closing my eyes and cuddling closer. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have such a perfect little family.