2 Times the Bliss

by Sapphire Knight

  I’d nearly lost my shit when I read her text saying she needed a booty call. Like I can just sit back while I know she’s planning on fucking some asshat and not do anything about it. I’ve never allowed any guys around her in the past, and I won’t be starting now. She means far too much to me. I don’t care how uncomfortable it makes her in the process. I’ll be damned if some dude is touching my woman. I’ll pop up every night at 9:00 p.m. to tuck her ass into bed myself, if necessary.

  After dinner is over, I shoot some hoops with Natasha and make sure she’s got her homework squared away. When we finish playing basketball, she showers and says good night. I kiss her forehead and promise to be back on Friday for her. This is the first weeknight we’ve gotten to spend together, and I really enjoyed it.

  I have a game this weekend, but she can hang out on the sidelines and help hand out water bottles to my students. That’s what she’s been doing in the past and has been having fun, being a part of the team. I got her an extra practice shirt and shorts that she wears with high tops. Though with the chillier weather we’ve had lately, she’s been pairing the shirt with pants. I love having her around, just knowing she’s with me. I feel a bit lost at the games when she can’t be there.

  “She’s smitten with you, Nate.” Sunshine mentions it when I come out of our daughter’s room. I close the door behind me.

  “Yeah?” It makes me feel good hearing her acknowledge that. I can’t help but wonder if Sunshine’s just as taken away with me as our kid is.

  She nods as I stalk toward her. With each step that I get closer, her chest rises and falls with her quick breaths. She’s so fucking beautiful, she’s perfect in my eyes. That kiss I managed to steal in her parents’ driveway has only made me want her more too. It’s been driving me crazy, thinking of her lips and reminiscing of how her tongue felt against mine. Like sugar and velvet.

  “You’re stunning,” I rasp. I finally come toe-to-toe with her. She’s tall, but still only comes to my chin. I want to take her into my arms, maybe sweep her off her feet.

  “They’re my work clothes,” she shrugs.

  I disagree. I couldn’t care less about what she’s got on; they’re just obstacles in my way. “You’re clothes have nothing to do with it. I said you’re stunning.”

  She swallows, and her body tenses. “T-thank you,” she stammers and then bites her lower lip, gazing up at me. Is she really going to get all shy and bashful on me now? Has she forgotten that I’ve already had her once before? Or that I’ve known her for what feels like is forever?

  I take a few more steps, forcing her to shift backward. I may’ve snooped a bit when I got here earlier. I know exactly where her bedroom is, and it’s in the direction I’m backing her up in. The other door openings in the hallway lead to a plain guest room, her office, and a bathroom.

  My hands fall to her hips, helping lead her so she can maintain her balance. She steps over the threshold of her room, allowing me to take her where I want. I give the door a light shove, listening as it clicks closed. Reaching behind me, I press the lock button. The move has Sunshine screwing up her nose, obviously not expecting me to bring her in here and lock us inside.

  “What are you doing?”

  Licking my lips, I lean into her so I can caress the tip of my nose with hers. I move to the top of her prominent, high cheekbone and graze my upper lip against her flesh. Her skin’s smooth, like rubbing silk. Moving down, I trace her jawline with my mouth. Her breathing speeds up, her mouth parted, drawing quick, eager pants.

  I growl, “I’m going to fuck you, Sunshine.”

  She hums with approval, and I graze my lips along to her neck. I remember she’s extra sensitive here, and use it to my advantage. My tongue traces a path against her skin. I spell out “mine” in her flesh, though she’ll never know that.

  My voice is gravelly, my need building in me as I rumble, “You wanted a booty call, remember? You wanted a date, and I’m giving it to you. The dinner. The flowers. The fucking.”

  “Oh,” she whimpers as my teeth graze her collarbone. I’m only getting started. It’s been far too long since I’ve touched her like I wanted. At this rate, I’ll never have my fill of her. Maybe I’ll make these ‘date nights’ a common occurrence with us.

  She had a small, insignificant taste of what I could offer her in the strip club months back when I was dancing privately for her and teasing her. That’s all it was, though, a mere sample. I didn’t take it all the way, no matter how badly I wanted to, and fuck, I wanted to. I haven’t been inside this remarkable woman for thirteen years; the last time I got her pregnant with my child. That’s a very enthralling way to think about it, makes me want to come in her something fierce.

  “Let me fill you up, give you what you’ve desired so badly. I promise you won’t feel lonely in my arms,” I suggest, unbuttoning and parting her blouse. Her perfect mounds finally come into view. They’re even larger now that she’s had my daughter, and damn, staring at them makes me so hard for her. “I want to rub my cock between these.”

  “Yes,” she breathily consents, watching me through her lashes. She’s giving me that ‘fuck me’ kind of look—the one that drives men wild. “I want you to do everything.”

  “Everything, hmm?”

  I hum with approval. I push her lacey bra aside, drawing her mocha colored nipple between my lips. My tongue flicks at the peak, making her repeat “yes” ‘several times. While my mouth works her breast, my fingers eagerly finish unbuttoning her shirt. I want to see all of her; I’m a man who’s been utterly starved for his woman. I need to know every curve she possesses, memorize them for later.

  Pushing the expensive material from her shoulders, it falls to the ground in a heap. I can’t take my eyes away from the gorgeous expanse of milk chocolatey skin on display. She’s utterly breathtaking.

  “Jesus, darlin’,” I murmur as I move her bra straps away. “You’re even prettier than I remembered.”

  Reaching around, I unclip her bra so I can remove the obstruction completely. The lace loosens enough for her breasts to fall free, mine to claim. I take advantage, peppering kisses as I tug it off. I toss it into the background, wanting to set fire to every bra she owns so I can always see her perfect breasts whenever I desire. My hands cup them, squeezing and kneading the heavy roundness. I may be a breast man after all; hers have me quickly becoming infatuated.

  “That feels so good, Nate,” she whispers. She’s nervous to touch me, I can tell, but she shouldn’t be. I want this more than she realizes.

  My hands slide around her back again, resting close to her juicy behind. I yank her to me, our forms press together, molding us into one. I take her mouth in a blistering kiss, attempting to convey with my tongue exactly what she’s doing to me inside. Palming the round globes of her thick ass, I squeeze them. I use them as grips to pull her into me more, positioning her where I know she can feel my cock. It’s restricted behind my jeans, begging to be free.

  I want her.

  With her breasts pressed up against my pecs, each breath she takes causes her stiff nipples to poke against my shirt. The notion drives me wild inside with lust. I was so careful with her the first time that I took her as mine—when I claimed her virginity and offered up my heart in return.

  I break away to admit, “I don’t think I can be gentle.”

  She whimpers in protest, not ready for the kiss to end. “Don’t you dare be soft on me,” she replies. Her breath teases my lips. Her words are like a damn breaking, and in the next beat, I lift her up so she can wrap her legs around me. Her practical business skirt scrunches tightly around her hips, and I clutch to her like I’m drowning.

  “Trust me darlin’ I’m anything but soft at this point. I’m so fucking hard, I may break the zipper of these jeans,” I admit and she giggles. I haven’t heard that sound since I was fifteen years old. It carves my heart open—the organ reaching out to claim her all over again as mine.

  “I want you, Nate, please,” she
begs.

  Her plead is the second-best thing I’ve heard all day, the first being her giggle from a moment ago.

  “You’ve got me,” I rasp, moving to lay her back on her bed. My knees spread, propping me up on my haunches as I reach between us and rip the skirt up the middle from its split. Fuck zipping; I’m far too turned on to concentrate on any zipper other than my own.

  Sunshine’s panties come off next, with me tossing them off somewhere I’m sure she’ll find later in the week. Her wet, shaved pussy is bared to me, finally. I dive forward with eagerness. I’ve never tasted her before, and that’s something I’m rectifying immediately.

  “Oh, God!” Sunshine exclaims.

  I suck her clit between my lips. Pushing two fingers into her core, it swallows them hungrily. Her pussy throbs, begging for more than what I’m giving her. She needs my cock, badly. My woman’s strung tight and she needs this orgasm more than I’d realized. I should’ve broken down her walls sooner.

  Working my digits in and out, I mimic what I plan to do with my cock while licking and slurping her all over. The sounds are ridiculous, as I sloppily eat her pussy but she loves it. In no time, she explodes on my fingers. Her heat pulses, gripping me tightly as she floats high, gushing cum. She’s still not fully sated, but I’ll fix that. This bed will be soaked with her wetness by the time we’re finished, and that realization turns me on like no other.

  I pull back and meet her sex-glazed, wanton stare. God, she’s so perfect like this. “I’m gonna fuck you now, Sunshine. You good with that?”

  She nods, nearly speechless after coming. “Yes…so, so good.” It leaves her in a jumbled ramble.

  I work out the gist of her praise, a grin overtaking my lips with it. I keenly free my cock, ready to fill her. The long length flops forward, impatiently seeking her entrance. I’m going to pump her full of cum, and if I’m extra lucky tonight, it’ll knock her up a second time.

  I’m entering her tense heat as the thought really resonates. I realize that I’m intentionally pushing into her without a condom, hoping that my cum impregnates her like it did the first time. I know it’s wrong. I shouldn’t be doing this, yet I can’t bring it in me to care enough to stop. I’m not a good man, as you can see; I’ll claim her however I’m able to. If I have to fuck her senseless and get her pregnant to do so, then so be it, I will.

  The thought of her belly swollen and filled with my child has spurts of precum spraying from my tip. It makes her opening drip with more wetness, ready to take me.

  “Damn, you feel so good, honey,” I manage to rumble. I finish driving into her. I’m long and thick and fill her up so completely. Her pussy was made for my cock. There’s not a doubt in my mind.

  “Yes, Nate. Jesus, you’re huge!” she gasps as I move.

  I bury myself to the hilt, wanting to reach her womb and let it know Daddy’s home. I’m back for what’s always been mine. Growling out a groan, I tilt my hips, thrusting in and out. It’s wild hunger that drives me forward and back repeatedly.

  Sunshine grips me securely. I know there’ll be marks left behind. It’s okay; I’ll cherish them since they belong to her. She’s mine, and I’m hers.

  I whisper, “I love you.” She’s so far gone in the passion I doubt she hears me. I wish I could shout it from the rooftops. All this time has passed, and yet, I still love her with every beat of my heart. I’m beginning to wonder if that’ll ever change. I don’t think it will’ the feeling’s too strong.

  Grabbing her knee, I yank it up to rest over my shoulder as I attempt to get inside her even more. I hit deep, making her whimper. The sound is bliss to my ears. She can feel me, all of me. No one else will ever fill her pussy like I do.

  “Fuck,” I grunt. I’m trying to hold on as long as possible, but she’s got my toes curling with delirious passion. “You’re pussy is squeezing me so tight. You feel amazing. Keep gripping my cock like that, Sunshine, and I’m gonna come. You better stop if you want me to keep going longer.”

  She meets my lips, kissing me like her life depends on it, while one of my hands clamp tightly onto her hip. She’s curvy, her hips flared slightly, and it’s the ultimate aphrodisiac having her naked frame on display. Sunshine’s breasts bounce with the momentum from every thrust I make, the globes begging for me to suck on them some more. I can’t right now, though. I have to keep pumping and make her come so I can too.

  “You’re so damn stunning, darlin’. You’ve got the best pussy, I swear. You should be made of gold, ‘cause I couldn’t get enough of this if I tried to.” My proclamations may not be devastatingly romantic, but they’re real. I’ve always been that way with her, and I won’t stop now.

  My words send her over the edge for orgasm number two, and I lose any bit of self-control I was maintaining. I explode with her. We clutch to one another, bodies locked tight in an enthralling trance. Pleasure hits me, and my thoughts jumble, my mind too enraptured with the intense sensations. I keep going, determined not to stop until she’s ready for me to.

  My cock throbs inside her snug, wet core, and she squeezes me tighter. With a long, drawn out groan muffled by her sweet-smelling neck, my cum fills her. Pulse after pulse, bliss grabs ahold of me with each spray I release. I swear to God, I’ve never come so much in my life. This woman was meant for me; there’s no doubt about it in my mind whatsoever.

  I want so badly to confess my unwavering love and devotion for her, but it may freak her out. Instead, I take what’s offered and relish in this intimate moment with the woman I adore. We have so much time to make up for. I have to figure out a way to make her realize it as well. I never want to let her go. I want our little family to be whole.

  “So, so beautiful, darlin’,” I mumble. My body’s still completely comfortable having my face tucked into her neck. It feels good right here, like nothing else matters, but that’s not the case. That’s not real life.

  “Mm.” She wiggles under me.

  I lift my weight off her, cocking an eyebrow. Her room’s fairly dark, with only soft white twinkle lights. They’re hidden, tucked away in the molding along the top of the room to illuminate everything.

  “I needed that, so bad,” she confesses, drawing a lazy grin from me.

  “Me too. Thank you.”

  She scrunches her nose, looking even more adorable. “I should be thanking you. Not just for this, but for dinner and hanging out with our daughter. I won’t hear the end of this from Natasha until you pick her up on Friday.”

  “I enjoyed it too,” I reply, pulling my cock out of her to sit up and catch my breath. You’d think I’d just finished running a race, with how hard I was pounding away, fucking my gorgeous woman.

  “Are you going to be okay to drive home?” she asks. “It’s kind of late.”

  It’s a reminder to me that this was supposed to be a date and a booty call. No matter how much I wanted it to be more. Considering I’m ready for the full-blown family life, it may not be what she’s looking for just yet. I have to ease her into it. I don’t want to go home. I want to sleep beside her and hold her in my arms. I leave that part out, for now.

  I flash a confident smile and nod. “I’m right as rain, but I’ll be seeing you two on Friday, for sure. Thanks for having me over. I didn’t want you upset or anything since I just showed up.”

  “It was a good surprise.” She smiles. I swear, she’s so pretty, she lights up the entire room.

  I stand and search out my belongings. I tug my clothes back on, somewhat putting myself together. I don’t worry about my boots, but rather carry them out with me.

  Sunshine leads me to the front door, becoming a bit bashful once again. I’m guessing from our little tryst coming to an end.

  “Have a good day tomorrow at work,” I say, and she nods. “You call me if you need anything.”

  She nods again, seemingly wrapped up with her thoughts. Wanting to make it easy on her, I lean in and plant a kiss on her forehead. Quietly bidding her good night, I store this memory of her
in nothing but a long T-shirt and a happy, dazed look on her face for later. No doubt about it, it’s the only thing I’ll be able to think about for the rest of the night.

  My woman, appearing sated and happy...that seems pretty damn perfect.

  Sunshine

  I’ve been walking around encompassed in a Nate-induced daze ever since he left the house Wednesday night. It’s now Friday, and I don’t know who’s more excited to see him, Sashy or me. I’ve wanted to message him like crazy, but have refrained, trying to keep my cool. It hasn’t been an easy feat for me to hold back. We had sex. It’s not like we’re together now, no matter how badly I want us to be.

  I’d texted him Wednesday, almost tauntingly and he’d managed to completely turn it around on me. Not that I’m complaining, because I’m not. At all. Never in a million years would I have expected him to show up and cook us all a nice dinner. I didn’t know the man even knew how to cook. It’d never come up in any of Sashy’s and my discussions before. I assumed that Shyla did the cooking when she visited or else they ate out. Maybe I’m completely wrong on that front though.

  Then later that evening, when our daughter had showered and gone to sleep, he took me to bed. Good Lord, that man knows how to work his tongue and hips too. He’s definitely not the unsure teenager he was back in the day when we lost our virginity together. I don’t want to get started on where he learned those moves, so I’ll stop myself before I even go there. Overall, I’m grateful he took the initiative and made me feel valued and cherished. Now, if only he’d keep it up and make it a common occurrence, I’d be over the moon about it.

  “Mom, you should just come with us,” Sashy offers for what seems to be the millionth time.

  “It’s your time with your dad, sweet pea. I don’t want to take any of that away from you or encroach on whatever plans y’all may have.”

  “You won’t,” she promises adamantly.

  I’m on the fence, about it. I want to go and see Nathan, too, but I don’t want him to think I’m getting clingy because we slept together. Men are so hard to read. I don’t want to overstep and scare him off from the progress we’ve made. I definitely don’t want it to get awkward between us either. That could ruin everything.