“Does David know?” she asked gently, and when I nodded, her smile broadened.
“Then you have nothing to worry about. I saw the way he looks at you; he doesn’t look like a man regretting his decisions; he looks like a man in love. I think you’ll both be fine.”
A thought seemed to strike her, and she paused.
“He knew you were expecting and yet he still took you to that Frankenstein Funhouse? The bloody nerve of him! You sleep, dear; I think David and I are going to have a little chat!”
*
I slept, too tired, too wrung out to stay awake any longer; the last thing I remember was Sybil pulling up the covers and tiptoeing out, then nothing until Davey kissed me awake, little feather kisses I felt even in my deep slumber. When I opened my eyes, he smiled that boyish smile of his, and waved a letter in front of me.
“Good news, baby-girl, great news! Sophie’s coming, look at this!”
Of course I snatched it from him, trying not to cry as I read it; even now, all these years later, my reaction when he showed me the letter seems to me bizarre and kind of extreme; I’d only known her a few days, but already there was a hollow ache inside me that she wasn’t there; so much of her was so much like Mom that it really did hurt to be parted from her, to be so far from her, and I think Davey got that; perhaps Sophie had been right; she and Uncle Richard had become my parents; it certainly felt like that to me, and I missed them desperately.
But now it was all going to be OK! Sophie’s letter said she’d be with us in a few weeks, just as soon as Uncle Richard had officially stepped-down from his role, hardly any time at all, and when she got here, we could start getting the formal wedding on the road. Davey and I discussed what we’d do, how it felt inside when she was near me, and, sweet boy that he is, he got it completely. He kissed me back to sleep, that wonderful letter under my pillow, and went to rejoin the others.
I awoke to hub-bub, the sound of several people talking at once, Davey and some other male voices. The edge was off my need to sleep, and I wasn’t going to recapture it with all those people talking, so I got dressed and wandered downstairs to see what all the fuss was about. When I opened the kitchen door, I was confronted by the sight of Davey with two men, both a couple years older than him, but almost identical to him! I was astonished; they all looked enough alike to be brothers, and I guess my open-mouthed amazement was contagious, because they both stared at me like they were seeing a ghost.
Davey introduced me, and the older of the two newcomers, Richard, grinned, looking even more like Davey, and stuck his hand out.
“Lori, hello, I’m Richard. Mother said you were… striking, she didn’t say you were her double! I mean, look at you, bloody hell! Are you sure you’re not our long-lost sister or something?”
I had to giggle at his forthrightness, and the compliments he and his brother, Hugo, were showering me with, but I couldn’t help but notice how easy my baby was in their company; it felt like he’d known them for years; of course, the fact they were Sophie’s boys was working in their favour too; as far as I was concerned, they were the best part of David’s family, my family now, and he seemed to be feeling the same way too; his ease in their company spoke volumes about how he regarded them, even on such short acquaintance. I couldn’t help but feel that we were going to be just fine, with fine people like Aunt Sybil, Sophie, Uncle Richard, and their sons in our corner going forward.
*
Wedding Plans:
If I’ve given the impression that life had turned into some kind of family social whirl, I want to correct that right now; Davey is a horny little bastard at the best of times, when it comes to me he seems to have a permanent erection and an endlessly fertile imagination, and knowing he was ready at the drop of a hat did nothing to calm me down; having his brand of loving more or less on-tap did wonders for the inner me, so that first night back at Sybil’s house, with the aid of some not very convincing subterfuge, we managed to get away early; our bedroom was at the far end of the house, the bed was huge and very comfortable, and I wanted to make Davey sweat a little.
Also, he had to be back at work the following morning, bright and early and eager to continue his training; fun-time was over, so I wanted to give him a treat to sleep on. Davey knew what my motive was, he’s neither stupid, naive, nor ignorant, and he had me naked in the blink of an eye. His cock was thick, solid, ready for me, but he wanted to play, so he kissed his way down my body until his lips and tongue played over my pussy. All my senses stood up and shrieked when he did that; he has a very talented tongue, and he went to work on me, nibbling and lashing my clitoris, pushing the tip of his tongue inside me, and licking me from my clit to the crease of my asshole.
My mind was spinning with pleasure; Davey knows how to push all my buttons, and he kept ringing the bell, driving me higher and higher as he ate me so completely, until finally everything melted into a hot haze of pleasure as I came like a thunderbolt, flooding his face and mouth with my juices while my cervix throbbed and pulsed deep inside me. I knew I wanted him inside me; making love with my Davey is the apex of my connection with him, it’s how we connect, and I wanted every part of him.
I groaned with pleasure as he slid into me, once more stretching me open, filling me with himself, but I wanted more; there was one thing that was ours, that one thing that told me how completely we were connected, and so I pushed him away from me, grinning at his look of hurt surprise, which quickly transmuted into Davey’s Horny Look of Complete Happiness when I draped my knees over his shoulders and pulled my ass cheeks open.
“Take your pick, baby; dealer’s choice!” I offered him, displaying myself wantonly for his pleasure. Of course he picked the right one, and slid his engorged cock deep into my ass, fucking me the way I always associated with how I’d made him mine; whenever I thought that, it made me come like an express train, on and on, deep pleasure rolling through me in waves, cresting and roaring in again, my asshole rippling and milking him as I came endlessly, while his thick cock pounded steadily into me, drawing-out my orgasm until I felt like there was nothing else in the world but Davey and me, and the pleasure we gave each other.
Feeling me having such a gargantuan orgasm did it for Davey, too; I could feel his cock pulsing deep inside my ass as he swelled-up and blasted spunk deep into my insides, filling me with his hot creamy essence again and again before slumping down bonelessly next to me, as satisfied as I was; this was what made us who we were, this was how we connected, and every time we did this, it connected us even more firmly; that was my overriding thought, even as sleep claimed us both.
Davey was my husband, yes, but he was my lover, too, and this, what we did, this was what lovers did when they were in love. Thinking thoughts like that, I drifted off to sleep, lulled by Davey’s deep, slow breathing as he too finally succumbed to sleep.