"No, no," said Ingrid, a sly smile on her lips. "I think I want to call the shots for this one."
Damien, lying next to Ingrid in bed, his glorious body completely nude, responded with a smile of his own.
"Fine," he said, "I can let the girl be in charge for once."
"And they say people don't change."
Ingrid moved in close to Damien, slipped her hand between his head and the pillow, pulling him close. She brought her lips to his and kissed him slowly, tendering, basking in the love they shared. She moved her other hand down the side of his body, wondering if she'd ever get tired of just how goddamned gorgeous this man was.
"Then," said Damien, pulling away and rolling over onto his back, the sheets tenting over his massive erection, "I'll let you get to it."
Ingrid raised herself to a sitting position and moved over top of Damien until she was straddling him, his cock pointed right up at her sex. She leaned in one more time and kissed him. She couldn't help it – she just couldn't get enough of the way he tasted. As they kissed, she reached back and took hold of his prick, grasping it by the base and placing it against her lips. Ingrid let out a little gasp at the sensation of the head of his prick against her, and she slowly began to move it deeper and deeper inside.
Just like always, just like during the hundreds of other times they'd made love over the last year, she wondered just how she was going to fit all of him inside her. But just like always, she did it. Ingrid impaled herself on Damien's cock, and once he was fully buried inside her, filling her completely in the way that only he'd been able to do, she took a moment and savored the feeling.
Then, when she was ready, Ingrid began rocking back and forth, Damien's cock moving in and out of her as she did. Ingrid regarded Damien's face as it tightened into an expression of pleasure; she knew he loved being ridden by her as much as she loved doing it. His hands moved up her sides, coming to a rest on her full breasts, holding them in place as the rest of her body shook with each bucking. Ingrid leaned forward, letting her breasts hang in Damien's face as she braced herself by resting her hands on his solid, strong chest.
"Goddamn, you feel so fucking good," said Damien between breaths.
"I love riding you so much," she said. "It's like heaven."
She rocked her hips back and forth, slowly building up the pace. Eventually, her gentle rocking moved into full-on bouncing. Holding herself upright, she lifted her hips up and down, crashing them onto Damien's cock, penetrating herself with it over and over again. Damien's hands moved around, and he grabbed her ass hard, pushing her hips against his cock as they fucked.
An orgasm began to form inside Ingrid, and she still couldn't believe just how fast he was able to make her cum. It was as though his cock were the key that unlocked total sexual bliss for her; at times, she wondered if his prick had been made just for her.
"Oh God, oh God," she said over and over like a chant as the orgasm grew closer and closer.
Damien grunted and moaned as Ingrid continued to ride him hard, and she could tell he wasn't too far off from unloading himself deep into her. Ingrid continued to buck and grind, pressing herself hard against Damien. After just a little bit more of this, Ingrid could see that Damien wasn't going to be able to hold back for much longer. And so much the better, as her orgasm broke loose at that moment, rushing through her body in a hot wave of ecstasy. Then Damien came, and he grabbed hard onto Ingrid's hips, holding her in place as he shot himself deep inside of her.
After a time, their orgasms passed, and Ingrid collapsed on top of Damien's heaving chest.
"You keep that up," said Ingrid, running her fingertip over Damien's mouth, "and you're gonna have another newborn around here to deal with."
"Nothing wrong with that," said Damien. "The more the merrier, in my opinion."
Ingrid laughed and tossed a pillow at her lover.
"Easy for you to say – you're not the one pushing it out of you."
And as if right on cue, a baby's cry sounded from across the house.
"I was getting too comfy anyway," said Damien.
"Then you get ready for work, and I'll deal with the kiddo."
"Deal."
The two of them hopped out of bed, Damien heading to the bathroom and Ingrid throwing a robe around her body and starting for the nursery. Once there, she approached the crib and laid eyes on the squirming, crying form of Alexander, their two-month-old baby.
"Come here, little man," said Ingrid, scooping the baby up into her arms and holding him close.
Apparently, some attention was all he wanted, for as soon as Ingrid picked him up, he quieted down.
"Morning, kid," said Ingrid to Adeline, who was already up and in the kitchen, a big bowl of cereal in front of her.
"Morning!" she said, her voice chipper.
She hopped off her barstool and approached Ingrid and Alexander, her eyes wide as she looked at the baby.
"He sounded so angry!" Adeline said. "And now look at him."
"Just didn't like waking up alone, I guess."
"Or maybe you've got baby magic," said Adeline. "Let me see him."
Ingrid handed the little baby off to Adeline, who set to cooing and kissing him right away. Ingrid poured herself a cup of coffee and walked out onto the balcony, letting the gentle fresh air calm her mind.
She couldn't believe it'd been a year since she found out she was pregnant. The time since then seemed to have flown by like nothing.
Doesn't hurt that we've all been crazy busy, though Ingrid.
Between the baby and Damien's new clients in the wake of his biggest competitor being bumped off, the household had been a bustle of activity. Ingrid and Damien officially became a couple, of course, with her becoming part of the home as his girlfriend, rather than the nanny. And with looking after the baby and working the books for Damien's business, she was busier than she'd ever been.
But also happier. In fact, she couldn't remember when, in her life, she'd been so content. And why wouldn't she be, she'd think. She was surrounded by so much love every day that it would be impossible to not feel joy.
"Hey there," said Damien, stepping onto the balcony, dressed in one of his sharp suits and ready for the day.
"Hey," said Ingrid. "Busy day ahead?"
"You know it," he said. "Still scrambling to cover the work left behind by you-know-who. Lots of money, but even more work."
"It's worth it, though, right?" asked Ingrid.
"Of course, it is," he said. "I get to know I'm working for the ones I love."
Ingrid smiled warmly.
"Listen," said Damien. "I had some plans. Big ones, really. I was going to take a break from work in the next month or two and take you and the kids up somewhere, anywhere away from the city for a while. Paris, maybe?"
"Spoiling the surprise yourself?” asked Ingrid with a smile.
Damien chuckled.
"Maybe," he said. "But part of the plan was, once there, I wanted to ask you something. But seeing the way you looked this morning, how beautiful you were, and how happy I was to wake up next to you, made me realize I couldn't wait any longer. So…"
Ingrid's heart soared at what she thought he just might be asking. He slipped a small box out of his suit jacket and opened it up. Sure enough, it was a gorgeous, sparkling engagement ring.
"Ingrid Parker, will you-"
She couldn't wait for him to finish.
"Yes!" she shouted, throwing her arms around him, and covering his face with kisses.
Damien slipped the ring on her finger and embraced her.
"I love you, baby," he said.
"I love you too," said Ingrid. "So, so much."
The two embraced for a time, holding each other close as they looked out into the distance.
Then, a voice snapped them out of their reverie.
"I hope this means we're still going to Paris!" said Adeline, standing in the doorway with Alexander and evidently having had watched everything.
Damien and Ingrid laughed, and Ingrid gestured for Adeline to join them. The family stood together, enjoying one another's company, all knowing they had more and more days like this to look forward to. Ingrid couldn't wait to get started.