Felice
It took several hours for the police to clean up after Clay; Felice and Pierce needed to fill out paperwork and Jennifer and a few of the boys filled out witness statements. The case was pretty cut and dry. It was hard to deny that Clay had been breaking the law by being outside of the area allowed by his bail. Felice was glad it was his turn to be hauled off in cuffs instead of Pierce. It felt a little like justice was being done, though Felice had a hard time not feeling sorry for Clay. As much of a brat as he was, she knew why he was like that. “Dolores might not have been the perfect mom, but at least she didn’t spoil me so rotten that no normal person wouldn’t want me around.”
Clay hadn’t gotten the same treatment from his parents; he’d been born with a silver spoon in his mouth and had never known the word “no.”
“A shame. But we won’t let you become a brat like that, will we?” Felice thought down at her belly, running her gloved hands over her baby bump. “Even if I tried, I don’t think Pierce would have any of it.”
Chuckling, Felice turned to find Pierce walking toward her. “We’re done with all of the police reports and things. The officers said we could go home.”
Jennifer had already left to head back to her hotel room and Pierce’s boys had all also headed home, leaving Felice and Pierce alone. “Can we go back to your place?” Felice asked, shivering in the night air. “I want to get out of this cold and find a shower hot enough that I forget that this kind of cold is even possible.”
Pierce laughed and led her inside the shop. They ended up calling a cab to take them; Felice couldn’t stand the idea of riding Pierce’s bike through the cold to his place. She was pretty sure it would kill her. As soon as their Uber driver showed up, Pierce took Felice home with the promise of warmth.
Felice was content as she stepped into the tiny apartment. Glancing around, she studied the tiny space, running her eyes over the complete lack of decor as Pierce turned up the heat. The heater cut on with a purr, spilling hot air into the apartment, sending pleasant shivers up and down Felice’s spine. It was a one-bedroom apartment, the living room nearly empty of furniture. There was a single chair in here, a bed and side table in the bedroom, and nothing else but a few mismatched lamps. Felice thought the space looked sad, the off-white paint giving the impression of it being tenant-less. Not a single inch of the apartment looked lived in, which made her wonder if Pierce had been living at work.
“The bathroom’s in here; I’ll get the hot water started for you,” Pierce said quietly, slipped past her to a small door behind her.
She nodded, pulling off her gloves and scarf and laying the over the room’s only chair. The bright white of her coat so close to the walls just made them look dirty and she nearly cried at the sight.
Once she’d removed her outer layers, Felice stepped over to the bathroom, her eyes running over Pierce’s body as he tested the water temperature for her. It was unbelievable that he was so close once again and her heart fluttered in response to seeing him.
And, lucky for her, they were finally alone. No cameras, no crazy exs. No one was here but them.
Slipping out of the rest of her clothing, Felice stepped forward, her eyes taking in the bathroom. It was just as sad as the rest of the apartment, void of anything but the necessities. Even the hand towels were of a deep gray color; Felice began to wonder if Pierce even noticed those finer things missing.
Much to her surprise, however, the combination shower and tub was huge, sporting what looked like handicapped railings and a tile bench.
His gaze ran over the bathroom where hers had been, his lips twisting in embarrassment. “I know it’s not much compared to what you are used to, but I don’t spend much time here, so it seemed silly to waste any money on fixing it up.” Pierce rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes studying the tiles on the floor. But when his eyes came up to meet hers he smiled wickedly, his gaze caressing every inch of her naked body. “Fuck, I missed you, Felice,” he whispered, his voice soft and incredibly vulnerable. “I didn’t realize how empty my life had become ever since you left until I saw you. Promise you won’t leave me again.”
Felice opened her mouth to assure him she had no such plans, but he was kissing her already, his lips hungry and his hands pulling her closer. Finding him so close again was like stepping into a bonfire; the heat started low in her belly and spread out to every corner of her body, setting wildfires as it spread.
The brush of fingers across her belly was hesitant and gentle. Pierce stepped back, admiring the bump that hadn’t been there last time they were together. It was small, but steadily growing. Pierce’s chocolate eyes grew large and beautiful as he got to his knees, leaning forward to press his lips to her stomach. A smile spread across her mouth, tears touching the edges of her eyes as she laid her hands over his head.
“Beautiful,” Pierce whispered, his arms coming to wrap around her body. There was a note of awe in him that lit her up from the inside, the feeling of lust and devotion and love spreading across every inch of her.
“I love you, Pierce,” she whispered in return, but those words couldn’t even begin to scratch the surface of how deep her feelings for Pierce went. And for the first time, she didn’t try to hide them from herself. No, she was going to give herself over to Pierce completely. She was going to stay with him, and her heart was so sure she was making the right decision.
Running her fingernails through his very short hair, Felice looked down at her man, a wicked smile on her pretty face. “I don’t suppose there’s a chance you would like to join me in the shower, is there?” she said, winking. The fire of her lust was going a long way to burning away the cold from outside, but Pierce’s body and the hot warm would speed up the process considerably.
And Pierce’s body was exactly what she wanted right then.
Peeling his clothing from his beautiful body, Pierce watched her, his eyes darkened with lust and wicked promises that made Felice shiver all over. Her body trembled with desire as she watched him strip his clothes off slowly, teasing her with little bits of sun-kissed flesh. Nearly drooling, Felice locked her eyes on his perfect body, her eyes tracing the sexy outlines of his beautiful tattoos. “God, he’s beautiful.”
Pierce tossed his shirt aside, leaving him naked before her. Felice’s eyes slipped down to his mighty cock, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips. She remembered what that perfect dick felt like inside of her body, and she was dripping with anticipation of feeling it again. Several months of unhappy celibacy had starved her, and she was staring down the only feast that had ever completely sated her.
Picking her up off the cool tile floor, Pierce carried her into the steaming water. The warm water caressed her body, tingling and hot against her still-cold skin. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Felice kissed him, feeling the water trickle down both of their bodies like the caress of a million fingers.
“I can’t wait any longer, Pierce. Just take me, please.” She looked deeply into his eyes, her own pleading and filled with desire. “I just want you inside me; it’s been too long.”
Lips hungrily devouring her own, Pierce pressed her back against the shower wall, setting her down on the handicapped railing in the shower stall. The head of his cock caressed her wet opening, exciting a cry from her lips that shook them both.
“Don’t make me beg, Pierce — ” she started. But then he slid inside of her, the soft skin of his dick rubbing every inch of her sensitive walls. Complete. She was complete with him buried inside of her, all the way to the hilt. How had she forgotten what it was like to feel the other half of her soul press inside of her body?
How could she have forgotten?
Digging her nails into his shoulders, Felice held on, her body crying out for more as Pierce slid in and out of her body with slow, sensual movements. Inside of her, he was impossibly large, filling her body until there was no room left for thought. There was room inside of her for nothing else but the overwhelming waves of pleasure that already threatened her edges.
He slowly ramped up his speed, pumping inside of her in slow, easy movements that touched every spot she wanted to be touched, caressed every nerve, and echoed through her whole body like an earthquake. The water streamed down her body like tongues as Pierce’s lips mingled gloriously with her own. Her heart shuddered violently inside of her body at the pent up emotions, at the heat between them. Gasping for breath, Felice could do nothing but hang on and moan, her voice echoing inside of the nearly empty bathroom.
Her first orgasm ripped through her without warning, and she clawed at him, throbbing and aching with vicious pleasures. And as she came down off of the shivering high of that thunderous storm of pleasure, her eyes met Pierce’s mocha ones. And they were filled with a look she knew all too well.
This was going to be a long night of giving and receiving pleasure, and Felice shivered with anticipation.
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Pierce
Pierce was in awe. Not only was this woman the love of his life and the most beautiful woman in the world, but she was carrying his child. The thought excited him in a way he couldn’t describe; she was so beautiful and perfect like this.
Her head was thrown back, her voice ragged with crying out his name as he knelt before her, his tongue buried in her sopping pussy. She tasted just how he remembered, and her cries got him just as high as they always did. It was like coming home as he slipped two fingers inside of her body, watching with wicked joy as she thrust against him, her voice reduced to a pleasured mewl in the back of her throat. The water from the shower poured down her breasts which were taut with desire.
Looking starved, Felice pushed him back standing on wobbling legs as Pierce ended up out of the shower and on the floor. With a quick swipe, she turned off the water. Then, the soaking wet Felice stared down at him, her eyes on fire. “My turn,” she whispered, her voice almost unrecognizable under the thick coating of desire.
Straddling him, Felice slid her silky body over his cock with a wicked, perfect little smile. He loved it when she rode him, loved it when he could watch her move on top of him, watch himself pierce her body.
Felice looked down at him, her wet, blonde hair curling around her beautiful face. She moaned, grinding against his hips as she fondled her own breasts, riding him hard. Her skin was wet, beads of water dripping down every line of her perfect body. She rode him, biting her lip as her womanhood gripped him hard, the wet, silky inside of her pussy holding him tight.
The inside of her felt like a furnace, a burning, fiery thing that seemed to hold him hostage.
Grinning, Pierce grabbed Felice’s hips and sat up, rolling her into his arms as he picked her up off of the bathroom floor and into his arms. Carrying her as she giggled with delight, Pierce dumped her unceremoniously onto the bed and mounted her from behind. He wanted to ride her hard, and this was her favorite position. Determined to make her cum as many times as possible, Pierce slid inside of her body again.
Setting a punishing rhythm, Pierce slid inside of her body again and again, listening as she cried his name over and over again like a prayer. Filling her body up with his cock, Pierce ground hard against her, wanting more than anything in the world to watch her orgasm, to cum inside of that perfect, beautiful body. He wanted to please the woman he loved, and feel the thunderous ache of her orgasm wrap tightly around his cock.
So they moved together, their rhythm and pace like song as Pierce slid in and out of her. The perfect music that made the world around fade away into nothing, a music that shuddered through both of their bodies in a slow, beautiful build up to a massive crescendo. They came together in the end, their bodies sweating and dripping wet and spent and happy. Pierce wrapped his arm possessively around Felice’s perfect body.
They lay there, panting, carelessly wrapping the covers over their quickly cooling bodies. After a few moments of stillness, Felice fell asleep in his arms. Pierce was quick to follow her into dreams, his left hand lying protectively over her swollen belly.