Chapter 30

Isabella

Two years later

The city lights shine through our glass-walled apartment. The soft low glow of the lamplight is perfect. I want to sink into this feeling forever. In truth, we’ve been immersed in it. Sure, we’ve had our disagreements, but each time we have them, we draw back closer. Closer than ever.

The angel investing is more fun than either of us had realized when we planned it. We’re supporting three businesses right here in Seattle—a teen girl running a company to make African-American dolls, a diabetic-friendly snacks company headed by a wonderful couple, and a real estate company constructing affordable housing. My father’s company is thriving. We wake up every morning, excited about what the day will bring. I’ve never felt that sense of team with anyone before. We’re not alone in the world anymore, either of us. We always say we’ve done that whole “alone” thing for too long. So whenever we argue, we’re quick to make up again. Life is so much more fun when it’s together.

Nights like these are the best. We spent all day hearing about different American dolls and the owner’s distribution plan around Europe. Then we all ate Indian takeout, and Gray and I watched a mindless comedy that made us forget all about business. Play and rest are just as important as work, I’ve found.

Gray kisses my neck as we make love. He pushes in and out of me. I was worried that the sex would lose its passion with time, but that worry was baseless. If anything, the more we get to know each other, the more beautiful it is. Sometimes I’m vulnerable, feeling like a princess being ravaged by her brave bold knight, and it feels like heaven. Other times, I sit on his cock, bouncing up and down, then thrusting forward and back, feeling it fill up my pussy and my heart. I come more than ever. Before Gray, I never used to come during sex, only when I played with my clit myself. But now? The orgasms come, wave after wave after wave, and all I can do is moan and scream and call his name and sometimes even cry with the pleasure.

I love the way he watches me when we fuck. He cares so deeply about my pleasure.

He maneuvers so I’m splayed out on my back. He’s turned on his side, under my left thigh. He pushes his cock in deep, and I moan. But it’s not just his big hard dick that turns me on. It’s how he’s looking at me, searching for my pleasure, reveling in it. I thrust myself down onto his cock and smile and laugh and moan all at once. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” in rhythm as he thrusts. His smile is everything I’ve ever wanted to see. Proud and glad and manly and powerful. His eyes don’t want to own me, to dominate me, like they did when we first fucked. That was hot, but this is so much hotter. His eyes tell a different story. A story that he accepts me in all my glory and in all my imperfections. A story that he cares about my happiness more than anything in the world.

His big cock fills my cunt so perfectly. Being in the arms of this big strong man brings a pleasure I never knew even existed.

“Do you like it?” he says with a grin, mid-thrust, knowing perfectly well that I do.

But we play our little game. I stop the movement on his cock. It still feels huge inside me, and when I tighten my cunt, I shiver with the pleasure. But I love this game. “Oh, it’s OK,” I say breezily.

Then he pulls his cock out slowly. “Oh, all right. Let’s stop then.” He pulls it out until just the tip is rubbing against my pussy lips.

I moan. I want it back inside me so badly.

“Let’s do something else,” he teases. “Watch TV. Make scrambled eggs. I’m not really in the mood for sex anymore.” His eyes dance.

“Go back in.”

“Back in where?” He pretends to look confused.

“Inside me.”

“Oh, OK.” He pauses for one delicious, tantalizing moment. I know what’s coming. He grins at me, then looks down at my pussy. “Are you sure?”

“Yes!” I moan.

“Right.” He grabs my shoulder, then in one swift movement, he plunges his huge hard cock deep inside my cunt.

“Yes!” Wave after wave of pleasure mounts and mounts, until I can do nothing but explode into ecstasy and scream.

“Yes…” He matches me. I feel his cock harden even more inside me. He grips me and pushes and shudders and grunts like a beast as he comes inside me. I come and come and come all the while, moaning and screaming and whimpering with the pleasure.

Then we clutch each other. The pleasure fades beautifully, like the most gorgeous symphony in the world coming to its natural end.

“I love you,” he whispers into my ear, full of desperate passion.

“Me more,” I reply.

We lie there, enraptured by the memory of our ecstasy for a moment. After a few minutes, I turn to him. “Gray, I hope you don’t feel nostalgic for your boyhood summers in the mansion, now that we’ve given it to the National Trust.”

He turns to me with a bemused smile. “That was so random.”

I grin as I get up. I put my silky robe around me. “Not so random.”

He sits up in bed. “Huh?”

“Well, I was wondering how you would feel about bringing up a child in a luxury Seattle apartment, instead of a rambling English country estate.”

“I think they’d have a wonderful life, because they would have parents who adore them.”

I stare at him, waiting for him to understand what I’m trying to tell him.

“But why do you ask now?” he says. “We’ve talked about this loads.”

I go to the bathroom and return with a huge smile. I go over to where he is on the bed. He swings his legs around to sitting and cups my ass in his hands. I’ve always been self-conscious about my ass—I think it’s too big—but he says that’s nonsense and he adores it. It’s one of my sexiest features, he says.

“Put your hand in my pocket,” I say.

He looks confused but does so. He fishes the stick out of the pocket and frowns at it for a moment. Then realization floods his face, and his eyes light up with joy. “This is what I think it is?”

I grin. “Depends what you think it is, babe.”

“A positive pregnancy test!”

I laugh. “Yes!”

He jumps off the bed and whisks me off my feet and into his arms. He twirls me around until I’m dizzy. “We’re having a baby! We’re having a baby!”

I can’t stop laughing. “Yes, we are!”

He pauses his spinning and looks at me like I’m the most precious person who ever walked the earth. “Thank you,” he says, with a huge, passionate breath. “Thank you for changing my life.”

I squeeze tightly around his neck as tears of joy spill down my cheeks. “Thank you for changing mine.”