18. Dayton
CHAPTER 18
Dayton
W ith my back pressed against my headboard and my computer open on my lap, I listen to Franny getting ready for bed in the bathroom. We’ve settled into this nightly routine over the last couple of weeks. It wasn’t something we’ve ever spoken about: we never had a conversation about her sleeping over, but every night after we take PJ out, she stops at her place, gets whatever she needs, then comes upstairs with me, and we get ready for bed. That’s what life is like with her, there is no plan, everything just happens organically. I should have taken that into account when her father asked when we were getting married, but with her, I’m so fucking selfish that even having all of her, I still want more.
I’m sure that’s tied up with my past, my earliest memory isn’t a memory but a feeling of being alone, I can’t ever recall the context, but the emotion behind it is so strong I can feel it still today if I think about it. All of my childhood memories are like that. Every single one of them is centered around some painful emotion. I don’t know if I had good times growing up, if I was ever happy, if I ever laughed, felt the warmth of a hug, or heard my mom or dad tell me that they loved me. When I try to remember, I’m met with a blank slate like there is nothing there. Does that mean those things didn’t exist for me? I don’t know. I do know that my childhood is one of the reasons I’ve struggled with understanding my own emotions over the years.
Desire is easy; you know when you’re attracted to someone, the same way you know when you’re afraid, angry or happy, but love in my experience has been different. It’s like the current in a still stream, you know it’s there, that the water is moving but you can’t always see it.
I love my family, but my love for them was built slowly over the years on a foundation of mutual respect, acceptance, and longevity.
What I feel for Franny is nothing like that. It’s primal, greedy, jealous and a range of other emotions that are all-consuming, yet I’m sure it’s love. Just a messier version of it. Instead of an unseen current it’s a tsunami I can see and feel coming. It’s terrifying but I know that there is nothing I can do to change the tide, and I wouldn’t want to even if I could.
“Are you still planning on meeting me at the doctor’s office tomorrow for my appointment?” Franny asks, dragging me from my thoughts as she comes out of the bathroom, massaging lotion into her hands.
“Yes.” I take her in as she walks towards where I’m sitting with her hair tied up in a messy bun on top of her head and her face clean of makeup. The tank top and shorts she has on are both tight enough to give a glimpse of the slight roundness of her stomach. You’d have to be paying close attention to notice that she’s pregnant or know her intimately to see how much her body has changed over the last few weeks. And being well acquainted with every inch of her now, I’ve noticed every minute detail, from the change in the color of her nipples to how sensitive certain parts of her have gotten. “Three, right?” I smile as she removes the laptop off my lap and places it on the bedside table.
“Yes.” She climbs up onto the bed and straddles my lap. “But if you’re a little late, it’s okay.” Her soft hands slide up my chest and come to rest on my shoulders. “Before I see the doctor I have to have some blood drawn and that usually takes some time.”
“I won’t be late.”
“Well if you are it’s okay, I know you have meetings tomorrow.”
“I do, but I still won’t be late.” I circle her waist with my hands and slide them up under her tank, watching her pupils dilate.
“Do you need to work right now?” The question is soft and breathy, giving away the real question she wants to ask.
“Absolutely not.” I slide her tank top up her waist. I lose her smile as I tug the material over her head. Tossing it aside, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her forward so I can capture her mouth. Cupping her breast in my free hand, she gasps, and I pull back to scan my eyes over hers. “Sensitive?” I thumb her nipple.
“Very.” Her hips shift forward, dragging her covered pussy along my erection, and her breath hitches while my cock throbs. “Oh.” She whimpers, digging her nails into my skin when I lean forward and swirl my tongue around her nipple before dragging it into my mouth, tugging at the tight bud. “Dayton.”
Without letting her breast go, I slide my hand between us and pull the edge of her sleep shorts aside. She’s soaking wet, and as her tight heat wraps around my fingers, my mouth waters.
“Christ.” I let my head fall back on my shoulders. “I never know if I want to eat you or fuck you.” I slide my fingers in and out of her slowly, watching her eyes go half-mask while she bites down on her bottom lip. “What do you want, Franny?”
“You.” She plasters her tits against my chest while using her hands on my shoulders for leverage to ride my fingers. “Just you.”
“You have me.” I nip her bottom lip.
“I want you inside of me.”
“Lose the shorts and come back to me,” I order against her mouth, and she rolls away, kicking off her shorts while I get rid of my boxers. Sitting back against the headboard, I wrap my hand around my cock, and she licks her lips as she straddles my lap once more.
I bite back a curse when she cups her own breast before trailing one hand down her stomach.
“Let me see you touch yourself.”
“I want you to touch me.”
“I will.” I drop my eyes to her hand and watch her fingers slip between her folds while I slide my hand up and down my cock. “How does it feel?” I meet her gaze.
“Slippery.” A small smile forms on her lips when I groan. “Hot.”
“Let me taste.”
“I’m busy.” Her smile is wicked.
“Franny.”
“Dayton.” She pants, and I know she’s close to getting herself off.
Grabbing her wrist before she can, I bring her hand to my mouth, taking the two fingers she just had inside her sucking them clean. The sound she makes and the taste of her on my tongue has me biting back a curse.
“Always so fucking sweet.” I let her wrist go to grasp her hip to still her when she rubs her pussy along the length of my cock.
“Dayton.” Her nails dig into my chest. “Stop teasing.”
“Sorry, I’m busy.” I lean forward and pull her breast into my mouth as I tease her with the head of my cock, using the tip to circle her clit but not giving her enough friction to get her where she needs to go.
With a sound of frustration in the back of her throat, she slides her hands into my hair and pulls my mouth from her breast.
“You’re evil.” She covers my smiling mouth with hers.
Unable to hold back any longer, I grasp her by the hip and line myself up before I slowly guide her down my length. We both groan as she takes all of me; she’s impossibly tight and so fucking hot wrapped around me.
Cupping her breast, I hand over control as she alternates between rocking against me and bucking her hips. And when she starts picking up speed, I slide my hand between us and roll my thumb over her clit, helping her get where she needs to go. Head back, eyes closed, she loses herself, but I don’t fall with her or let her come down slowly from her orgasm. I flip her to her back and guide her legs around my hips. Taking hold of her hands, I pull them up over her head and take her mouth in a deep kiss that leaves us both breathless. Breath mingling and our bodies pressed tightly together; I drive into her over and over as her pussy attempts to grab hold of me and lock me in place.
Not even close to being done with her, I pull out of her and grab her ass in my hands, lifting her to my mouth, listening to her cry out as I eat her. Fingers in my hair, she holds on as I take my time exploring her with my tongue, pulling back every time she whimpers that she’s close to coming. When her thighs begin to shake along with her voice, I give up tormenting her and fall back between her legs, sliding into her in one quick thrust. Trailing my palm down her side, I wrap it around her thigh while she latches onto my hair with both hands. The friction of our bodies only adds to the euphoria, and as she starts to come, I allow myself to fall over the edge with her. With one last stroke, I plant myself as deep as I can get, where the only thing that exists is her and I. Dropping my forehead to her shoulder, my heart pounds in tempo with hers beating against my skin. Using what little strength I have left, I roll to my back, taking her with me, keeping our connection, and she sprawls out across my chest.
“You okay?” I smooth my fingers across her damp forehead, and she lifts her chin just enough to meet my gaze.
“Yes.” Her eyes are sleepy, and the smile on her lips satisfied. “Tired.”
“Sleep, baby.” I reach down and grab the blanket, pulling it over us before I settle back against my pillow. I don’t know how long I lay there with her weight settled on top of me and her warm breath brushing across my skin but eventually I get up and grab a rag from the bathroom to clean her up. She doesn’t even twitch, not even when I put one of my t-shirts on her because I know that she doesn’t like sleeping naked.
When I get back into bed, I think about doing a little more work but decide that it can wait until tomorrow. Shutting down my computer, I turn off the lamp on the bedside table and pull her into my arms, not realizing that I have had zero trouble falling asleep since she started sleeping wrapped around me.