Chapter 21

Michael

A cool breeze across my naked chest stirs me, and the first thing I feel is the aching all over. I groan as I roll over, dozens of bruises, wrecked muscles, and joints screaming at me.

Sometimes it sucks to be a doctor. You know exactly everything that’s wrong with you, and exactly how long it’ll take to heal.

I lie on my right side, stretching out in the massive bed. I think we might be in the honeymoon suite—I honestly don’t remember.

I know there were cops, questions, and hospitals, but when and where and in what order, it’s all a blur.

I just wanted to get my woman alone. I remember hurling a gold card at some young dick behind a counter…taking off my filthy clothes and falling into bed between Stella’s thighs.

There’s a ripped piece of fabric laying on the floor that vaguely resembles the remains of a thong.

Coupled with the taste of Stella’s pussy still lingering on my tongue…I must have enjoyed myself there, too.

I lie still, watching her. Her eyelids flutter, just a touch, and her gorgeous lips curve in a dream-smile. Her fingers shift, just a little, and I smile, wondering what she’s dreaming about.

She gasps softly, a whisper escaping her mouth. “Michael.”

I sit up, instantly alert. I hold her shoulder gently, stroking her smooth skin.

“I’m here, baby,” I whisper, “I’m right here, and I’m never going anywhere ever again.”

She opens her eyes, slowly, stretching, reaching up towards me. “Fucking kiss me and prove it then.”

I lean down and kiss her softly, gently. My cock stands to attention immediately, but I tell him to sit the fuck down.

I’m a new man now. It’s not about what I want. It’s about what she wants.

As our lips explore each other, she slips her tongue into my mouth and leans back, licking my own tongue. Her hips move, and her thighs open, and I can’t help it—I let out a little sound of distress. She’s so fucking hot.

“What’s the matter, baby?” She looks at me dreamily, stroking my bare chest. “Shouldn’t you be ravishing me right now?” Her grin and the twinkle in her eye is enough to make a priest weep.

“I don’t want to hurt you. You’ve been through so much. Let me just hold you.”

Stella laughs, a carefree sound. “Sorry, honey, but that’s just not going to work for me,” she reaches up, kissing me softly but deeply, teasing with her tongue. “I need you to fuck me.”

I sweep the sheet aside, moving over her to run my hands from her shoulders to stroke her arms.

“I want to do something I’ve never done before,” I whisper, drinking in her perfect skin, her round breasts.

Her nipples are so hard, so pink, I can’t help it—I have to reach down and take one in my mouth, softly rolling it between my lips.

She gasps and grabs the back of my head, so I give her some more, flicking my tongue against the edges of her nipple as it gets tighter.

“What…d-do you want to do?” she gasps. I can tell she’s curious. I come back to her face, stroking her cheek with my left hand.

“I want to make love,” I whisper, my right hand lightly stroking the other nipple now, savoring the smoothness of her skin and the roughness of her nipple.

She blinks, trying to stay with it, but the pleasure is too much. She rolls her head back and rocks her hips, and I can’t wait anymore.

I slide both hands slowly down her hips as I move down, crouching and grabbing her ass cheeks as I bring her towards me.

I mouth her clit, gently pulling away then coming in with my tongue, teasing her with a deep lick then going back to squeezing it gently with my lips. She moans and writhes, and I trail my tongue down to those deeper parts, right in the cunt.

She’s so wet, and oh, fuck. She’s just getting wetter.

My tongue tries to chase it back to its source as her hips grind against me. She grabs a fistful of my hair and holds me down, and I don’t think anything in the world could make me happier.

I feel it as she begins to spasm. I’m working my lips and tongue deep into her, eating the orgasms out of her as she crests from one orgasm to the next. As she drips, I mouth her gorgeous clit one more time. Man, how I love seeing it swollen and pink and desperate for more action.

She’s breathing so hard, her gorgeous tits are heaving up and down. She’s got that blank look in her eyes, the one anyone gets when the desire is so hard, all conscious thought has fled.

I sit up, coming up between her legs. Gently, I place my hands on her hips, teasing her hole with my cock. I slide it up and down, from clit to pussy, my cock getting more engorged by the second until it’s almost like pain.

“Put it in! For fuck’s sake, Michael, put it in and fuck me!”

The smile that bursts on to my face is pure joy.

I’ve never been so happy.

Slowly, I draw my cock down into that deep, wet place. Inch by inch, I push it into her. She’s tight and wet, every inch still a fight as my giant cock slides into her tight wet pussy. She starts writhing and grabbing my arms, but I remain in control, thrusting slowly and gently, making sure she is not in pain.

Like I said, it’s hard being a doctor sometimes. I know she’s injured, and she might not feel it now with the endorphins flooding her brain, but after, she will feel bruised.

I can’t have that. I have to do my angel deep and slow.

If she wants to be fucked, it’s my job to fuck her right.

For the rest of her life.

She’s rocking against my cock now, trying to force a faster rhythm. She grinds her hips against me, and I can feel those orgasms flowing again, a chain of them, the sharp spasms and clenches pumping my cock.

I smile and reach down with one hand to thumb her clit, and that does it—she screams and rocks as vaginal and clitoral orgasms hit at the same time. My cock is literally drenched by the river of delicious woman cum trying to squeeze around it.

I start to thrust a little faster, and that’s it—I blow hard, the tightness and throbbing of my cock triggering yet another orgasm for Stella.

I stay still for just a moment as she begins to relax, knowing that if I pull out too fast, it will hurt.

Instead, I gently slide away and lie down beside her. I wrap one arm around her and pull her against my chest, breathing into her hair.

“I love you, Stella,” I whisper, overcome.

“I love you, too, Michael,” she whispers, but she sounds sad.

“I gotta tell you something, baby,” I say now. She tries to speak, but I talk over her. “No, no, you gotta let me say this. Stella. I love you. I want you to marry me. I don’t want you to sit in my apartment and wait for me; I want to share my whole world with you. I want you with me at all times…what do you think? You up for it?”

She sits up, and it looks like she’s crying.

Shit! What did I do?

I sit up, too, trying to turn her towards me. She pushes me off, crying, but doesn’t pull away.

“Please, tell me what’s wrong.” I’ve never been in so much pain all my life.

She turns to me. “Michael. I think I might be pregnant.”

For a moment, I can’t speak. I look at this beautiful woman. The smell of her is all over me. She is delicate and strong and smart and a total badass.

And she’s going to be the mother of my child.

“Stella…babe. Marry me, then. Make an honest man out of me. I’ll take care of you…Christ, you’re gonna look so fucking good carrying my child.”

She wipes away her tears. “You’re not mad? I thought a baby would get in the way of your career.”

I grasp her shoulders lightly, looking deep into her eyes. “Babe, a minute ago I couldn’t think of anything that would make me happier than just you. Now you say you’re having my baby…” I shake my head, emotion catching in my throat. “Marry me, you sassy bitch. Be my wife, and let’s raise a whole troop of super smart, genius, awesome gorgeous kids.”

Laughing, Stella throws her arms around my neck.

“Yes, Michael! Of course, yes!”

I feel like it’s the first time she hasn’t fucking fought me on something since she tumbled out of that box and grabbed me by the nuts.

Somehow, I doubt I’ll have to get used to it.