“Just like Mom, baby; you know what I want!”
Davey licked his lips and grinned happily, his eyes dancing in the subdued light, making me flutter inside; he looks delicious at the best of times, but when his horny head takes over he’s irresistible, and I wanted a large bite!
“Are you sure about this, Darling Girl?” he murmured, and I bit my bottom lip and grinned, two things I know make him extra-super horny, the feel of his rock-hard cock throbbing in my pussy telling me all I needed to know about how worked-up he was.
Davey slipped out of me, even that causing me to gasp and bite my lip, and I put my hands behind my knees, holding my legs open and high. Davey shuffled forwards on his knees, and rubbed the head of his slick cock against my asshole. I was already loose from his fingers playing around me, but he still lubed me with my own juices, and when I nodded, slowly pushed forward.
The sensation of him slowly, inexorably sliding into my ass was all I was waiting for; we’d done this so often that it barely hurt at all, but the pleasure was always there, always new, always different. Davey liked to do it this way so he could kiss me as he sodomized me, and I liked it this way because I could look into his eyes as he fucked my ass and see his pleasure as he pleasured me. My hands slid down from behind my knees to hold my butt-cheeks open, lifting my mid-section until Davey was pile-driving me, jamming his cock into my ass as I humped back at him, feeling the threads of orgasm once more curling and twining inside me.
Davey could obviously feel it too. His expression as he hammered into me said it all, he was obviously trying to hold it back, to make it last, and when he kissed me, hard, that’s when it hit me once again, that thunderbolt of orgasm, like lightning spearing through me. I screamed with release, my pussy squirting my juices over his mid-section as I came like never before, wave upon wave of pleasure searing me. My asshole tightened around his pounding cock, and he groaned out load, his cock swelling and jamming in my asshole as once more he blasted his spunk into me, filling me with his essence again and again.
Davey slowly slid out of me, making me whine as a string of mini-orgasms went off me like firecrackers, and he slumped down beside me, almost too tired to move. I was a sweaty mess from all that humping and pumping, and I really needed to get all that lingerie off; it looks good and makes men horny, but sleeping in it? Try it sometime…
Davey helped me unbutton that basque, kissing me every time he popped a button or unhooked an eye, until finally that sexy, but constricting, corset was off and I could breathe again. I slumped back with a sigh of relief, and after a while, noticed Davey, with his head resting on his elbow, grinned happily at me.
“What, what’d I miss?” I grinned, and Davey leaned over and kissed my tummy.
“Hello, Charlie…” he murmured, and then I realized my baby-bump had finally started to show; well, it was about time, I was well into the second trimester. I looked at Davey and smiled, and saw the sparkle of unshed tears in his eyes.
“Looks like our son has decided to make his presence felt…” he whispered, “Now both my babies are here for real. Love you, Angel-May!”
We slept late, as per instructions, and, after an extended bout of kissing, nibbling, licking, and groping, had a long, hot, and very sexy shower, and then Horny Head came a-calling, and Davey fucked me unmercifully in the bed, on the bed, on the floor, and over a chair, and, just to make sure, filled my ass again in the shower. We came down, somewhat shakily, very late indeed, to find Sophie and Uncle Richard had come along early and supervised the clean-up; all the mess and debris was gone, the marquee and catering stuff all taken down and taken away, the rooms put back in order, and the people who’d done it all paid, tipped, and gone; apart from a heap of uneaten food filling both fridges, no evidence remained that a loud and noisy wedding reception had happened just a few hours earlier. I couldn’t help but replay in my mind what Davey had once said about Sophie, and ‘Ladies Who Organize…’
To thank them, I made them sit and relax while I made coffee, tea, and platters of sandwiches, canapes, pastries, sausages, petite-fours, and dainty little cupcakes, courtesy of all the catered food left over, and we had a family brunch, just the four of us. Sophie had already hosted breakfast for Davey’s friends, and so Andy and Linda, Jack and Teruko, and Harry and Sai-Fong had tactfully left us to have a little post-wedding time together. Jimmy and Rosie had taken them to meet Aunt Sybil and have lunch with her before being chauffeured around picturesque Mid-Oxfordshire in Jimmy’s limo; they’d had it figured that we’d want a little alone-time with Uncle Richard and Aunt Sophie after all the panic and bustle of the last few days, so had made up a day to keep our guests occupied and interested elsewhere.
Richard and Hugo had kidnapped my girls, but Sophie had a very good idea where they were and what they were doing; with her usual aplomb and savoir-faire, she reminded us that it had been so long since those two had been involved with ‘nice’ girls she was just overjoyed Josie and Sara had finally made those two hulking articles sit-up and beg; both girls were over eighteen, so whatever they were up to with her boys, it was between them and their parents, but she’d already reserved some Honiton Lace and several bolts of white, watered silk, and put our mind-reader of a dressmaker on-notice; from all appearances, it looked like she was going to be needed…
Davey and I spent a lazy afternoon basically lounging together kissing, nibbling, holding, just being together, planning how our life would be going forward. Davey was still in-training, that part wasn’t going to change for a while, so what we mainly talked about was what I was going to do for the next few months, or at least until Charlie chose to make his appearance. I had a pretty definite date, and my scans and checkups were all normal, so no worries there. Davey was fascinated with the news that Hugo and Richard had been captured by Josie and Sara and the thought that we were possibly looking at two more family weddings in the near future, possibly three, depending on when Rosie and Jimmy decided to tie the knot. Davey was also taken with the notion that Josie and Sara, his de-facto baby sisters, would be most likely marrying his first cousins and their babies would be his close family.
“I wonder if Aunt Sophie is ever going to tell Uncle Richard who he really is?” he mused, his eyes sad and distant. “I’d really like to address him as ‘Uncle Richard’ and know that he knows it’s not just a courtesy title; he’s my father’s older brother, I’d like one day to welcome him as my uncle for real. At the end of the day, he’s the only real family I have, present company excepted, of course; I really wish I could acknowledge him as such.”
He looked so sad I couldn’t help but kiss him gently.
“You know, baby, and I know, and that’s enough for me. I love them both, they feel like Mom and Daddy to me, and that’s not just hormones talking; everything about them fills me with that ‘Mom and Daddy are here’ feeling; it happened the first time I ever met them. When he danced with me last night, for a split-second I swear to God I saw Daddy’s face when I looked at him, and you know what? I think Daddy’s pleased he and Sophie are in my life now. Mom said before she went that she’d always be there for me, one way or another, and I know it sounds crazy, but I can’t shake the feeling that Uncle Richard and Sophie are here in our lives because Mom made it happen that way.”
Davey grinned that sweet, quizzical smile and kissed my forehead gently.
“It doesn’t sound crazy, Angel-May; it sounds like love to me. I can’t believe how lucky we are to have family like them. Sophie once told me to trust in my family, and I do; I can’t think of better people to be my family and look after my babies when I’m not around.”
The sound of Jimmy’s car pulling up outside put an end to any more maudlin conversation, and Davey and I were ready to greet our guests as they came clattering in, chattering and laughing over their day excursion and their lunch with Aunt Sybil. As they came in and took their seats, I was once again struck with just how out and out beautiful his friends were; Sai-Fong and Teruko looked like resting movie stars, their perfect features glowing with impending motherhood, and Linda looked so beautiful and definitively ‘English’ I held my breath in wonder. Davey’s friends, handsome men all, had captured such serenely beautiful women I found it hard to believe they were their sisters; they were so beautiful I felt sure they could have had any man on the planet; that they’d chosen their big brothers told me all I needed to know about what kind of men they were.
We spent the afternoon re-hashing the wedding and reception, but I could tell Linda’s heart wasn’t in it; even I could see that that her not having found a way to marry her beloved Andy weighed heavily on her. I wanted to comfort her, to tell her that she’d find a way, they both would, but Davey’s warnings about meddling with Jimmy and Rosie came back to me, so I bit my tongue and did my best to include her.
The day wore on and Linda and Andy insisted on preparing afternoon tea for us, Sai and Teruko needed their rest, and I was the blushing bride, so they jumped to it, and soon we sat down to a marvellous table groaning with all the food they could find in the fridges: sandwiches, canapes, cupcakes, rolls and cold cuts. Davey insisted it all had to be eaten before it all spoiled, so we stuffed and stuffed, making it more of a party than a formal afternoon tea party.