This new David was a refreshing change; however, the way he woke me needed repaying, but what I wanted most was to feel that fat cock of his making music inside me, so I ‘enticed’ him to get naked; actually, the way he was always so horny, a meaningful glance would probably have got him just as naked, and I won’t lie, I did need him right then.
He kissed me and melted me inside, the way he always does, his rock-solid erection pressing urgently into my tummy while his hands roamed over me, gently caressing my pussy even as I squeezed and fisted him; he felt so good, all I wanted was him inside me, and when he urged me onto the bed I shivered with anticipation; just his touch and kiss had heated me up to almost a fever pitch, and I didn’t care where we were, what our plans were, I just wanted my boy to fuck the living shit out of me!
Davey obliged, his mind-reading skills obviously keyed up to genius level, because he did exactly what I wanted; he held my ass, kneading and squeezing the cheeks with his talented hands, massaging and playing with them while he worked me into a frenzy with just his kiss. His cock pressed against me felt like a warm iron bar, thick and urgent. My legs drifted apart, telling him what I wanted, and the feel of him sliding into me, stretching and filling me once again, set me off in a series of small, intense orgasms that fired-off like a string of firecrackers sparkling through me, and exploding behind my eyes. Davey responded in his own special way, increasing his thrusts into me, filling me, touching me inside in ways that made me spin and gasp with the pleasure of it, and his lips were like fire, making my head swim.
I don’t know how long he hammered his cock into me. all I cared about was the swelling orgasm I could feel building inside me, charging closer with every second, his beautiful face above me, his eyes narrowed to a green glitter as he tried to hold back, waiting for me to climax, which only made me hotter and more desperate than ever to climb to that place with him once more, to feel him filling me with himself again.
When the dam burst I think I screamed in ultimate ecstasy. My climax was earth-shattering in its intensity, blinding and deafening me to everything except the sight and sound of Davey poised above me, gasping in the intensity of his own orgasm. His every muscle was tense as a drawn bowstring while his cock pulsed and throbbed deep inside me, pumping his seed into me. My overwrought pussy convulsed around him as waves of pleasure rippled through me and centred in my pussy, sucking and milking every last drop of his fertile spunk deep into me, maybe even making the baby I wanted so much to have with him, assuming I wasn’t already knocked-up, something I hadn’t exactly cleared with him just yet…
When he eventually eased back and leaned down to kiss me, a kiss I returned with all my heart and soul, the look of pure love and contentment in his eyes was all I could have hoped for; that look alone told me that he was sure, beyond any doubt or misgiving, that I was the one for him, I was all he wanted, that our future was set, and nothing would ever come between us. He really was deeply in love with me, not just a passing infatuation, and that understanding warmed me through and made my world complete.
We lay quietly for a short while, basking in the warm afterglow of our lovemaking, nibble-kissing and caressing lightly, not trying to arouse the other now, just maintaining connection, feeling the joy in each other’s presence that comes when deep and abiding love is also present. I knew Davey loved me, but I was just realizing he loved me in all the ways I wanted and needed to be loved, returning in equal measure, and more, the love I’d held for him for so many years. All was finally right in my world.
Meet The Family:
Meeting Davey’s uncle Richard at the British Consulate was one of the better experiences in my life. For starters, he looked amazingly like the photographs of Davey’s daddy we’d had all over the walls back home: older, of course, but with his graying hair still shot through with streaks of that distinctive Denham gold, looking for all the world like a veteran Hollywood movie star playing a British gent; looking at him was like looking at a snapshot of Davey in 40 years time, and it gave me a secret little glow inside to think Davey would one day look as distinguished and handsome as Richard did right then.
Davey had already filled him in on what was needed, and he had all the paperwork ready for me to sign. His wit, his twinkly charm, so much like Davey’s, now I come to think about it, and unconscious elegance, so British and ‘olde-worlde’, warmed me toward him immediately; even on so short an acquaintance I could feel myself falling under his spell, as was Davey; when ‘Uncle’ Richard began reminiscing about his escapades with Davey’s daddy at Cambridge when they were young, I had to swallow the lump in my throat at the sad, longing expression on Davey’s face, and the glitter in his eyes as Richard revived and awakened memories of his daddy.
Richard felt warm and fatherly, as if I’d known him all my life, and the affection in his voice and his eyes when he looked at Davey, obviously seeing and hearing his boyhood friend all over again, worked even more in his favour. I already trusted him as much as I did Davey. Perhaps that was what prompted me to ask him, as literally the only person I knew in this world, aside from Davey, if he’d give me away. The look on his face, a mixture of wonder, gratitude at being included, and sheer pleasure at being asked at all, and the warmly gracious way he accepted completely won me over; now I had two men in my life to love and be loved by.
Davey took me back to the hotel, via various diversions, which for me consisted of disappearing with his credit cards into the Natick while he sat around and tried to look decorative, although, to be honest, he looked like every man in a mall: slightly uncomfortable, hugely out of place, and weighed down with the knowledge he’s going to pay for and carry everything; serve him right for trusting me with his credit card, foolish simpleton that he is.
*
All through this beginning, I’d been troubled by the fact there were things I wasn’t telling Davey, things I should have told him from Day One, things that were, in my mind at least, deal-breakers, and so I ‘fessed-up. Meeting Richard, seeing what kind of family Davey was part of, made me realize I couldn’t hold it back; if I was going to be part of this, I couldn’t begin with a lie. Davey had been never been anything but totally honest and up-front with me, I owed him the same courtesy. When I told him I needed to tell him something, I think my tone gave away how serious I was being, so he held me and coaxed me, and right there was when I broke down and blurted out what I’d done.
I told him everything: how I’d stopped my birth control before he’d even arrived, because I’d planned to seduce him and catch his baby; how I didn’t want to trap him in anything, and if I caught, I’d never intended to tell him, because he was going to leave me, or so I thought. If I had his baby, I could let him go, he’d never even have known, and he could go back to England and have the life he was supposed to have, and be everything to someone, but I’d be content, because I had his baby, and that would be a part of him that I would always have.
Davey looked at me in silence while I told him everything, that emerald stare of his searching and probing, but his look was warm, his eyes deep green wells of compassion and love, but with a trace of puzzlement, and still that silence remained, and it scared me; this was where I thought he’d call me out for lying to him, this was where he lost it with me for deceiving him, this was where it all fell apart, and where all my fantasies and hopes for a life with him went out the window, and I packed my bags and slunk away, because he was done with me for lying to him, sucking him into my scheming and planning to hurt him so.
Tears ran from my eyes, and there was no artifice, just fear; his silence told me everything; I’d hurt him, lied to him, taken from him what wasn’t mine by right, much as I’d felt it was, and justified it to myself until even I believed it, and so the fear galloped around inside me, huge and unmanageable. But then he spoke, and my heart leaped, literally; I felt it pound and throb in my chest as he looked into my eyes, his eyes like bright, summer glades, warm, and green, dancing with dappled sunlight, and then he said the thing that finally, irrevocably welded us together into one seamless whole:
“Lori Keene, if you had kept my baby from me, then that would have been the worst hurt you could do me. And I’m not angry, how could I be? I love you, and I want to make babies with you, not next year, or the year after, but now, OK? The first time we made love, I fantasised about making you pregnant with my baby, and the thought of making babies with you makes me very hot! Now that we’ve made love again, there’s only one thing I want to say to you.”
He pulled me close to me, holding me full against him, his hands soft and warm as he caressed me, washing away the fear and the last vestiges of impending loss.