Chapter 27
It’s not us, it’s them. Them and their stupid boy penises.
-Meredith Grey, Grey’s Anatomy
Shiloh
“Please, please. Do it now. Quick J.” I panted.
“Settle down, I can’t get a good hold on it with you squirming around like that.” James growled.
I couldn’t help it. It needed to happen now, or I was sure I would die. “Please, James. Hurry.”
He growled and threw me to the bed, straddled my thighs and pinned me to the bed with all of his strength.
Satisfaction poured through me as he eased the hooks down until not a one was left clasped, and finally I could breathe again. “Thank you so much.” I sighed wistfully.
He growled, yanked the dress off the rest of the way, and tossed it unceremoniously into the corner. “Now, are the panties and bra too tight, too? Do I need to remove those next?” He teased.
“Yep, they’re super tight. So tight that I think you need to check my body for proper circulation.” I giggled.
Yep, that was me, giggling. I might or might not have been slightly tipsy, too.
I’d had a blast at the wedding, and it was everything I could have ever hoped for and more. James and Cheyenne, as well as everyone, had done a wonderful job, and I would remember this day for the rest of my life.
“Turn over.” He said gruffly.
I flipped over, turning from my stomach to my back, and smiled when I saw his nostrils flare before he leaned down, popped the front clasp of my bra, and my breasts spilled free.
“Those look like they’re going to need some attention. Let me see if I can breathe some life back into them.” He quipped right before swiping his tongue along the sensitive peak of my nipple.
I groaned, tugging on his closely trimmed beard, holding him closer to my breast, urging him on.
The hand that wasn’t full of my breast went down lower until he reached the hem of my panties. He slowed for all of two seconds before he slipped beneath the elastic band, freezing completely when he felt the bare skin of my sex.
His mouth pulled away from my aching breast, releasing the nipple almost regretfully before rising up to his knees and staring down at my silk covered sex.
“Did you wax that completely, or it just my overactive imagination? I thought it was only being trimmed.” James wheezed.
I smiled, and then shimmied out of my panties while he watched.
“Oh, Jesus. We’re never going to make it out of the bed,” he said as he went down onto his knees beside the bed, yanking my body close until it was on the very edge.
He rested my feet, still encased in my three-inch heels, on his shoulder, and then gave one leisurely lick of my overheated core. Then another. And another.
He continued the pattern, until I was lifting my hips, urging him with my hips to do something other than that, when he thrust three fingers into me, making my body bow off the bed with the suddenness.
However, he didn’t stop there, he continued to thrust his fingers, and attacked my clit with hopeless ferocity until I was ready to burst.
Sadly, he stopped before I could tumble over the edge, bringing himself to his feet to watch my body continue to writhe and squirm on top of the bed.
When my hand snuck down to finish the job he’d left, he growled, and moved both hands in one of his while he worked the zipper of his pants with the other. “Hold still, sweetheart.”
Then his cock was kissing the entrance of my womb in one hard thrust. “Fuck, but I’ve been waiting too long for this.”
“My hand just doesn’t feel the same.” I panted as he worked his thick cock inside of me.
He stilled, glancing down into my eyes. “You’ve used your hand to get yourself off?”
At my nod, he asked, “When?”
“Every night when you were asleep.” I answered.
“Where?” He growled against my lips.
I smiled against his lips. “Right next to you. Every single time.”
“Minx.” He snarled, and then plunged further into me, pumping his hips hard.
The head of his cock was bumping up against my cervix.
Usually it caused a little bit of discomfort when he’d do that so quickly, but today, I was so worked up, that anything felt good. “Yes, harder.”
He ignored me, slowing down instead.
The head of his cock pulled free of my clasping channel, reluctant to let him leave. He used the slickened head of his cock to rub against my overheated clit, running the length of himself through my labia.
The feeling was exquisite, and I didn’t know if I wanted him to continue what he was doing, or start fucking me again.
“Please,” I cried, wanting him to give me that final push I needed to achieve orgasm.
He ignored me again, continuing to work his heavy dick through my slippery folds.
Then I cheated. On his next withdraw, I canted my hips and placed the palm of my hand right before my entrance, forcing his fat cock to tunnel deep inside me, causing us both to groan.
“Cheater.” He panted, but didn’t withdraw again.
No, instead, he worked his length deep inside of me in slow, deep pushes. Each plunge and withdraw brought me closer and closer to the pinnacle, to where I was sure with just one hard thrust, he would send me over.
His pace never alternated though. Building up the pressure higher and higher.
He controlled my hips with laughable ease, refusing to let me have any resistance that he didn’t want me to have. So I used the only other tool in my arsenal. My vaginal muscles.
Everybody’s done kegals at some point in their life, tightening and loosening those muscles, testing the feelings, the way it made everything feel so super tight. Well, that’s exactly what I did. I clamped down on his cock, tightening the muscles of my core so tight that even my abdominals ached, and he exploded.
Everything seemed to happen at once.
My muscles clamped down, he groaned loudly, withdrew, and then slammed back home so hard that I swore I felt him deep inside my belly. He held off just long enough to feel me detonate, which lit his own fuse, causing him to explode only milliseconds after me.
Hot jets of his semen filled me. So much so that he started seeping out of the side, and down onto the bed below our bodies.
“Holy fuck,” he panted as he disengaged himself from me, dropping into a heap right beside me.
I didn’t move much from my own position, only collapsing my elbows and laying my face flat against the cool sheets of our bed. “Your control sucks.” I panted.
He groaned. “I wanted it to be special. I was doing good too until you used those muscles of yours, and then I was a goner.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, and then promptly fell asleep, ass in the air and all.
***
“Hello?” I heard James voice as if from a distance.
My eyes blinked reluctantly open, and I saw the room was completely dark except for the blue numbers blinking 3:37 A.M. on the alarm clock.
“Yeah?” James voice changed from sleepy to completely alert with the blink of an eye.
“Oh, no. Is it too early?” James asked; panic tinging the edge of his voice.
I rolled over, sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. Then I went to the bathroom, showered quickly, dressed, and started picking our bags up from the closet when he came in from the kitchen with two travel mugs of coffee.
“Guess you figured out the baby was on the way. They’re pretty sure they’ll have to do surgery, but they’re going to wait and see. Are you ready?”
The thing was...I was. I was married to him. He was the love of my life. The father of one of the most well rounded children on earth.
He held me up when I needed him the most.
There were many things that scared me on this earth, but I well and truly believed that, with James, I could accomplish anything. Be anyone.
James took me on the wildest ride of my life, and I couldn’t wait to start this brand new journey with him.
Seriously. Could. Not. Wait.