Beauty from Love
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“I once chose to do things only if they pleased me. Now everything I do is for you because I want you to be happy.”
She crawls to the edge of the bed to meet me and puts her arms around my shoulders. She drags her mouth across my jawline toward my ear. “And I am. You can’t imagine how happy you make me.”
“Bet I can.”
She backs away and moves to sit on her bum before sliding to the middle of the bed. She spreads her hair as she lies down, a precaution she takes so it doesn’t get caught beneath her back. It’s crazy how great she looks—sexier than any woman I’ve ever seen photographed in a nudie mag—and she’s for my eyes only. I covet that.
She’s lying on her back with her feet apart and knees closed. She looks so timid and innocent, but I know better, so I kneel and place a hand on each leg and push them apart. She lifts her arms over her head and arches her back as she grasps the edge of the mattress. She knows something good is about to happen and I wouldn’t dare disappoint.
Touch. It’s so simplistic in certain aspects, and so very complex in others.
I place my thumb against Laurelyn’s clit, applying the slightest pressure, but I don’t move it. The brain is the largest sex organ for a woman, so I want her to anticipate what’s coming … to crave it. I want to hear her ask me to give it to her. I won’t deny that I enjoy holding this kind of power over her, the same as she enjoys the control she has over me.
She begins rotating her hips but my hand remains stationary, frustrating her to no end. I give her a few rotations of my thumb and she moans once before I stop. “Come on, McLachlan. Don’t do this to me.”
“Don’t do what?”
She lifts her foot to my shoulder and pokes me with her toes. “You know what. You’re teasing me.”
“I need specifics.”
She rolls her eyes. “You want me to talk dirty.”
“Yeah. I want to hear you say filthy things like a bad girl.” She rocks against my hand and I move it away. “Uh-uh … you don’t get what you want until you ask for it.”
I wait in anticipation of the nasty things she might say. What will it be? Finger-fuck her? Suck her clit? Put my tongue inside her? I’m hard with anticipation but she shocks me with her words, as she often does. “I want you to put a baby inside me.” Her voice is soft and so sweet. It crumbles any of the bad-boy exterior I pretend to have.
I was set to have fun, to play dirty. I wanted to make her beg for an orgasm but hearing her ask me for a child changes everything. It brings out my tender side, a part of me I didn’t know existed until she came into my life, and it’s something she sees far too little.
I place my hands on her hips and rub my thumbs over her hipbones. “I can’t wait to watch you grow with our child.” I lower my mouth to her stomach and place a kiss below her navel. “I’m going to kiss your swelling belly every day.”
Her hand is at the back of my head, her fingers stroking my hair. “You’ll make a wonderful father.”
I move up so I’m hovering above her, careful to not press too much of my weight against her. “You told me you were afraid you’d be a shitty mother, like Jolie.”
“We aren’t supposed to address anything said during confessional. We agreed, McLachlan. That’s the reason we can feel safe to say the things we wouldn’t normally confess to one another.”
“I know, and I’ll only make an exception this one time because I want you to go into this knowing you are nothing like Jolie. You are the most self-sacrificing person I know and your love stretches beyond measure. It isn’t possible for you to be anything but a wonderful mother.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” She bends her knees and I pull back so I can move into position. She pulls me down so she can kiss my mouth and I whisper against her lips, “And this baby will be loved.” Her hands find mine so she can intertwine our fingers. She squeezes them into a tight fist and watches my eyes as I enter her. “He or she already is.”
She doesn’t take her eyes from mine as I move in and out of her. It feels so intimate, like she’s seeing straight into the depths of my soul, and it leaves me feeling spread wide, exposed. I’ve never felt a moment like this with anyone, and I love it. I want her to see all of me.
I’m sliding in and out of L slowly when I feel her legs come up and around my body. She’s coaxing me deeper so I thrust harder, bringing me closer to climax. I push her legs back and apart as I thrust the last time, filling her body with a part of myself.
When I’m finished, I pull out slowly and reach for a pillow at the head of the bed. I motion for her to lift her bum. “Upsy, love.” She lifts and I slide the pillow under her hips, repeating the same routine as the night before with her legs in the air resting on my shoulders.
“I don’t think my legs have to be up. I’m sure there’s been plenty of babies conceived without being in this position.”
She tries to take her ankles from my shoulders but I hold them firmly in place. “But the view is so very lovely, Mrs. McLachlan. It would be a favor to me personally if you stayed this way for a while.”
She grins while shaking her head. “You’re going to do it again, aren’t you?”
“Do what?”
“Taunt me until you can have your way with me … again.”
“The first time, we make love because it’s about the baby. The second time, we fuck because it’s about us.” She pretends to gasp in outrage, but I know she’s used to the things I say so I rarely shock her anymore. “You didn’t come just now so tell me, Mrs. McLachlan, what it is you want.”
“I want you to rub me with those talented fingers of yours.” She takes my hand and places my finger over her clit. “Right here.”
I begin moving in a circular motion. “Like this?”
She closes her eyes and her words come out as a breathy whisper. “Yes.”
“You’re one orgasm behind me. I don’t think it would hurt a thing to play catch-up while we’re waiting. Do you agree?”
She’s rocking her pelvis against my fingers and can’t sit still. “I couldn’t agree more.”
“Then I have a task before me. A very beautiful one.” I use my thumb to stroke her center up and down several times before concentrating on the tight nub at the top. It’s her most sensitive spot and I alternate between fast and slow, hard and soft. She’s building. I can tell by her body’s reactions but I want to finish her off with a bang, so I lower my mouth and suck her clit. I’m inconsistent with the pressure and speed so she’s unable to predict what will come next.
She crawls to the edge of the bed to meet me and puts her arms around my shoulders. She drags her mouth across my jawline toward my ear. “And I am. You can’t imagine how happy you make me.”
“Bet I can.”
She backs away and moves to sit on her bum before sliding to the middle of the bed. She spreads her hair as she lies down, a precaution she takes so it doesn’t get caught beneath her back. It’s crazy how great she looks—sexier than any woman I’ve ever seen photographed in a nudie mag—and she’s for my eyes only. I covet that.
She’s lying on her back with her feet apart and knees closed. She looks so timid and innocent, but I know better, so I kneel and place a hand on each leg and push them apart. She lifts her arms over her head and arches her back as she grasps the edge of the mattress. She knows something good is about to happen and I wouldn’t dare disappoint.
Touch. It’s so simplistic in certain aspects, and so very complex in others.
I place my thumb against Laurelyn’s clit, applying the slightest pressure, but I don’t move it. The brain is the largest sex organ for a woman, so I want her to anticipate what’s coming … to crave it. I want to hear her ask me to give it to her. I won’t deny that I enjoy holding this kind of power over her, the same as she enjoys the control she has over me.
She begins rotating her hips but my hand remains stationary, frustrating her to no end. I give her a few rotations of my thumb and she moans once before I stop. “Come on, McLachlan. Don’t do this to me.”
“Don’t do what?”
She lifts her foot to my shoulder and pokes me with her toes. “You know what. You’re teasing me.”
“I need specifics.”
She rolls her eyes. “You want me to talk dirty.”
“Yeah. I want to hear you say filthy things like a bad girl.” She rocks against my hand and I move it away. “Uh-uh … you don’t get what you want until you ask for it.”
I wait in anticipation of the nasty things she might say. What will it be? Finger-fuck her? Suck her clit? Put my tongue inside her? I’m hard with anticipation but she shocks me with her words, as she often does. “I want you to put a baby inside me.” Her voice is soft and so sweet. It crumbles any of the bad-boy exterior I pretend to have.
I was set to have fun, to play dirty. I wanted to make her beg for an orgasm but hearing her ask me for a child changes everything. It brings out my tender side, a part of me I didn’t know existed until she came into my life, and it’s something she sees far too little.
I place my hands on her hips and rub my thumbs over her hipbones. “I can’t wait to watch you grow with our child.” I lower my mouth to her stomach and place a kiss below her navel. “I’m going to kiss your swelling belly every day.”
Her hand is at the back of my head, her fingers stroking my hair. “You’ll make a wonderful father.”
I move up so I’m hovering above her, careful to not press too much of my weight against her. “You told me you were afraid you’d be a shitty mother, like Jolie.”
“We aren’t supposed to address anything said during confessional. We agreed, McLachlan. That’s the reason we can feel safe to say the things we wouldn’t normally confess to one another.”
“I know, and I’ll only make an exception this one time because I want you to go into this knowing you are nothing like Jolie. You are the most self-sacrificing person I know and your love stretches beyond measure. It isn’t possible for you to be anything but a wonderful mother.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” She bends her knees and I pull back so I can move into position. She pulls me down so she can kiss my mouth and I whisper against her lips, “And this baby will be loved.” Her hands find mine so she can intertwine our fingers. She squeezes them into a tight fist and watches my eyes as I enter her. “He or she already is.”
She doesn’t take her eyes from mine as I move in and out of her. It feels so intimate, like she’s seeing straight into the depths of my soul, and it leaves me feeling spread wide, exposed. I’ve never felt a moment like this with anyone, and I love it. I want her to see all of me.
I’m sliding in and out of L slowly when I feel her legs come up and around my body. She’s coaxing me deeper so I thrust harder, bringing me closer to climax. I push her legs back and apart as I thrust the last time, filling her body with a part of myself.
When I’m finished, I pull out slowly and reach for a pillow at the head of the bed. I motion for her to lift her bum. “Upsy, love.” She lifts and I slide the pillow under her hips, repeating the same routine as the night before with her legs in the air resting on my shoulders.
“I don’t think my legs have to be up. I’m sure there’s been plenty of babies conceived without being in this position.”
She tries to take her ankles from my shoulders but I hold them firmly in place. “But the view is so very lovely, Mrs. McLachlan. It would be a favor to me personally if you stayed this way for a while.”
She grins while shaking her head. “You’re going to do it again, aren’t you?”
“Do what?”
“Taunt me until you can have your way with me … again.”
“The first time, we make love because it’s about the baby. The second time, we fuck because it’s about us.” She pretends to gasp in outrage, but I know she’s used to the things I say so I rarely shock her anymore. “You didn’t come just now so tell me, Mrs. McLachlan, what it is you want.”
“I want you to rub me with those talented fingers of yours.” She takes my hand and places my finger over her clit. “Right here.”
I begin moving in a circular motion. “Like this?”
She closes her eyes and her words come out as a breathy whisper. “Yes.”
“You’re one orgasm behind me. I don’t think it would hurt a thing to play catch-up while we’re waiting. Do you agree?”
She’s rocking her pelvis against my fingers and can’t sit still. “I couldn’t agree more.”
“Then I have a task before me. A very beautiful one.” I use my thumb to stroke her center up and down several times before concentrating on the tight nub at the top. It’s her most sensitive spot and I alternate between fast and slow, hard and soft. She’s building. I can tell by her body’s reactions but I want to finish her off with a bang, so I lower my mouth and suck her clit. I’m inconsistent with the pressure and speed so she’s unable to predict what will come next.
