Chapter 39

Liza

 

 

“Thank you for dinner,” I said, smiling at Milo.

“You’re so welcome.”

The man had been doting on me all day. I wasn’t sure if it was going to be a short-lived thing or not, but it was nice. I could get very used to being spoiled or treated like a queen as he explained it. I was feeling a lot better, if not a little tired, but that was manageable.

“Ainsley, it’s time for a bath and then bed. Tomorrow we’ll get another Christmas tree for here.”

She clapped. “And decorations?”

I nodded. “Yes, we’ll get some decorations as well. Although, it would make more sense to just take down the ones we have at the apartment and bring them here,” I said, more to myself than anyone else.

“Don’t worry about that. I would like to pick out new Christmas decorations with you guys. I’ve always wanted to have a special ornament for each year. Where do we buy one of those?” Milo asked.

“Almost anywhere. There are some specialty shops that can personalize them,” I offered.

“Yes! That’s what I want!”

I giggled. “I’m not sure who’s more excited: you or Ainsley.”

“I am. Definitely me,” he said, not even trying to hide his giddiness.

“Good. I’m glad we get to spend Christmas together,” I said, leaving him to his online shopping and heading for the bathroom with Ainsley.

The man had gone to practice and then spent most of his time on the phone with contractors and browsing online baby shops. I was a little worried he was going to spend his entire salary buying baby gear. I loved that he was so excited, and it made me a little sad to think about what Ainsley had missed out on. Although, the circumstances were very different back then. He wasn’t making millions of dollars a year for one thing.

Once I had Ainsley tucked into bed, it was my turn to shower. I was looking forward to hot water washing away the remnants of the night before. I knew tomorrow morning would likely be a repeat performance. But at least I was ready for it and the supplies Milo had brought home would help. I hoped.

The hot water tank was new, but the shower was very outdated. It was a large, walk-in shower lined with those funky glass blocks that were so popular in the seventies. They had a green tinge to them, further dating them. I didn’t care. The shower stall was big, and I could imagine it being decked out with marble tile in a pretty grey. All in good time, I mused. Milo had many, many plans. I couldn’t wait to watch him get down and dirty with his hands as he made our home perfect.

I turned on the water, letting it get hot while I stripped down. I checked the temperature before getting in. I stood under the showerhead, letting the water pour over my face and down my body, washing away the last bit of nausea I had felt earlier. Standing there under the water, I felt like my old self.

I felt him come in.

“Hey, my queen,” he whispered into my ear, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing his naked front against my naked back.

I leaned my head back against his shoulder. “Hi. Fancy meeting you here.”

His hands splayed wide on my belly. “I can’t believe my baby is in there.”

I smiled. “A very itty-bitty baby, but it’s there. I’ll schedule a doctor appointment for after Christmas.”

“I want to go. Can I go?” he asked anxiously.

I smiled. “Yes. I don’t know if it will be all that exciting, but maybe we’ll be able to hear the heartbeat by then.”

He kissed the side of my neck and then began to leisurely suck. His hands moved up to my breasts where he cupped, then kneaded them gently.

“Are they tender?” he whispered against my neck.

“Yes,” I moaned, as he gently massaged them before running his hands back down to the sides of my thighs.

He squeezed and rubbed before one hand moved between my legs. He carefully spread my thighs with applied pressure to the inside of my leg, while pulling me back towards him. The new angle allowed the hot water to directly hit my pussy, creating a fiery sensation that had me arching my back.

One of his hands reached down and spread my pussy, the stream of water hitting my clit was a foreign, but delicious feeling. His finger slid over my folds, rubbing and stroking with almost no pressure. The feather-light touch was erotic and had me spiraling up and up and up.

“Milo,” I breathed out his name as his fingers magically worked my pussy.

“Cum for me.”

My toes curled and I could feel myself sliding. I stiffened, trying to get traction on the slippery floor.

“I’ve got you. Let go. Cum, Liza,” he nibbled my earlobe as one finger slid in and his thumb pressed against that sensitive nub that always made me scream out in sheer pleasure.

The orgasm broke over my body. I rocked my hips, sucking his finger deeper inside me, his strong body behind me, supporting me as the muscles in my legs clenched. My pussy tightened around his finger. He slid in a second and then a third. I cried out as the orgasm reached higher than I thought possible.

“That’s it. That’s my girl,” he murmured before running his tongue down the side of my neck and over my collar bone.

He turned me around, putting his body under the spray, with me facing the horrible glass wall.

“Spread your arms and bend over,” he ordered, his hand running down my spine before squeezing my ass.

I did what he wanted, my back arched and my butt thrust up and out. He slapped my ass then rubbed the area. He repeated the action on the other side. A shiver of excitement raced over my nerve endings. This was new, but I found I liked it. A lot.

“Again,” I said in a firm voice.

He slapped my ass again, I arched my back even more, sliding my hands down the slick wall to bend over even more. Before I knew what he was going to do, one of his hands reached up and grabbed a fistful of my hair. He gently tugged, bringing my head up to face the wall. He slapped my butt again, and I nearly started cumming.

I shimmied my hips, inviting him to fuck me. I wanted him plunging inside. His hand slid between my wet thighs; he grabbed my pussy.

“Is this what you want?” he growled behind me.

I nodded my head, unable to speak. My body was shaking with need even though I’d just had an orgasm. His foreplay had me on the verge of insanity.

With his hand still over my pussy, he pushed in his middle finger. “This?”

“No,” I groaned.

He yanked his hand away, and I immediately cried out at the loss. One arm snaked around my waist, while his other hand pulled my hair, bringing my head back to the point I was looking at the ceiling. He moved his hand down my stomach, his finger like a heat-seeking missile as it found my hot core and dove deep inside.

I jerked forward at the invasion, but he yanked me right back into my bent position with his arm.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, fingering my clit.

I tried to shake my head no, but his hand in my hair prevented it.

“Say it.”

“No.”

“What do you want, Liza?” he pushed his finger in before pulling it out and circling around my pussy, playing with my clit.

“You.”

“Me?”

“Oh, God, Milo, please. I need you.”

He pulled his hand away from my pussy. I whimpered. Within seconds, I felt his dick sliding across my ass. I bent forward, pushing back, giving him the easiest access possible.

“This?” he asked.

“Yes! Yes, please!” I begged, moving my hips, trying to get closer.

He slid the tip of his dick over my clit, drawing out a moan from deep inside. He used his hand to rub his engorged cock over my clit, sliding up and down, stepping close to apply pressure and then pulling away. The hand that had been in my hair dropped and wrapped around my waist, anchoring me against his body.

I shivered in anticipation, waiting for his invasion. The back of his knuckles brushed over me as he guided his dick to my waiting center. I held my breath, anxiously waiting for him to fill me. When he pushed the tip in, it rubbed over that sensitive nub and nearly brought me to climax. I moved, a fraction of an inch to seat my pussy more firmly against the head of his cock.

I tried to push back against him to take him deeper, but his hand wrapped around his dick stopped me. He only let me have the first inch. I worked it. I moved my hips, arched my back and then straightened it, rubbing my pussy over his cock while he stood stock still.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “You know what you like. Work it. Work that pussy,” he grunted.

I reached my hand down between my legs and adjusted his cock to press against that one spot. Then I slid my finger in, gloriously stretching my pussy. I worked the nub with my finger. My toes curled against the slick shower floor, and my body began to convulse.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Push your finger in. Feel my cock inside you. Cum, Liza,” he shouted. His hand shot up and grabbed my hair, pulling back.

I exploded. My body violently arched and tensed as the powerful orgasm paralyzed me. His hand dropped away from his dick, and he slid deep inside. My head dropped forward and rolled between my shoulders as he pushed in deep. I could hear myself keening with pleasure but couldn’t move to muffle the sound.

Seconds later, I felt him go stiff behind me, his dick buried to the hilt inside me. His arm came around me, holding me close to him as my body went limp. I wanted to collapse on the floor. Every muscle in my body felt like a wet noodle.

“Oh my God,” I groaned.

“No shit. You almost killed me, I think,” he gasped out, his head resting on my back.

I felt the water shut off and then he was pulling me out of the shower, wrapping my body in a warm towel.

I looked up at him with a faint smile. “You can shower with me anytime.”

He chuckled. “I don’t know how clean either of us got, but I will gladly join you in there anytime.”

I walked to the bed on legs that felt unsteady. “I don’t have the strength to get dressed.”

“Good. I want you naked,” he grinned, pulling the covers back. “Get in.”

I hesitated a split second, but then jumped in. He crawled in next to me. “Are you tired?” I asked.

“Nope.”

“Good.”

“Can you handle another round?”

I smirked. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”

“Damn straight I can. I want to see your face when I make you cum. Come here,” he reached for me and pulled me on top of him.

I stretched out over the top of his body, licking the water droplets from his bare, broad chest. My tongue swirled around his nipple before I slid down his body, my breasts dragging over his dick as I made my way down his torso with my tongue.

“Oh, good God, you’re going to kill me,” he groaned, as my mouth closed over his dick.