Chapter 10
“F uck. You’re soaked,” I groaned against Becks’ soft, plump lips as my fingers glided over her pussy. Lifting my head, I looked down, sitting back on my knees slightly so I could see. The inside of her thighs glistened under the lighting in the kitchen and I let my forehead meet hers again.
“Jesus. You’re desperate for it, aren’t you?” I murmured as she panted under me, nodding frantically.
“I need you.” Her husky voice was going to be the end of me.
I shifted the wrist of my right hand, using two fingers to part her gently, slowly sliding my middle finger inside her to the knuckle. I watched her arch her head back, mouth falling open on a moan and I growled softly, beginning to pump it in and out of her.
“Lucas, yes!” she cried out, open in her need for me, uninhibited knowing that we were alone in the house. “I need more, I need you,” she begged again.
It was almost my breaking point, but she was going to come before I took her.
I slid another finger into her, moving my hand faster as her hips undulated against me. I could hear how wet she was when my fingers exited and entered her and it drove me harder knowing she was desperate for me.
“Can you take another one?” I rasped out, kissing at her lips as she whimpered.
“Yes, please. Take me, do whatever, I need you!” she cried out.
I fucking loved this side of her. Adding a third finger she groaned at the stretch as I rapidly started fucking her with my hand.
“You going to come for me, sweet girl?” I asked looking down into her chocolate eyes, her face flushed and breasts heaving as she panted.
“Yes,” she nodded, frantic, “Oh God, Lucas -”
“I know what you need,” I answered, moving my thumb to her clit and pressing into it firmly, rubbing in circles as my fingers continued to pump into her. I watched her eyes lose focus with pleasure as her lips parted.
She arched up, shoving her pussy against my hand, thighs trembling as she let go. She convulsed around my fingers, her pussy trying to keep them inside, and I let her ride her orgasm out until every ounce of pleasure was wrung out of her.
She panted under me, fingernails embedded into my shoulder, just how I liked them. I waited until her eyes met mine again before I reached down, taking my hardened cock out. It was painfully hard, leaking precum from the tip.
Rubbing it through the soaked, glistening folds of her pussy, I groaned, torturing myself further.
Her hands wrapped around my neck, fingers linking at the back as she gazed up at me, eyes full of love.
“Take me,” she whispered. “I’m yours. Forever.”
That’s all I needed to hear. I moved both hands to brace against the floor beside her head, sliding inside her inch-by-inch as she opened and stretched around me.
“God, baby. Every time just makes it feel even more right.” I murmured, looking down at her. “You keep those beautiful brown eyes on me.” I said, pressing in with my hips until our pelvises met.
“You’re mine.” I gasped, hair falling across my forehead, sweat beading on my brow.
“I’m yours,” she echoed, “And you’re mine. You’re my everything, Lucas,” she whispered, staring up at me.
I started moving in and out of her at a steady pace, her inching up across the floor with every rock of our bodies, me following her, desperate to remain inside of her. I’d follow her straight into the depths of hell. I growled with the emotion in the moment and kissed her hard as she wrapped her arms and legs around me tight, holding on like she’d never let go.
“You feel so fucking perfect around me.” I said against her mouth, both of us panting. “You’re so tight and hot and wet.” I worked my hips faster as she cried out, hitting that spot inside her that made her come apart for me.
Moving my right hand off the floor, I gripped her neck, squeezing gently.
“Open those eyes,” I said when they fluttered shut, her mouth parted. I could feel her clenching around my cock, spasming, and knew she was close again. Driving my hips in harder the sounds of our fucking echoed through the kitchen. “I want them on me when you come. You say my name when you come around my cock, Rebecca. You hear me?”
She was nodding frantically, practically sobbing.
“Yes. Please, Lucas. Oh -”
“That’s it. You’re doing so well. Taking me perfectly.” I kept squeezing my hand around her pretty throat reflexively, syncing with her pussy squeezing my cock inside. “Come for me, sweetheart. Look at me and show me how good I make you feel.”
Her eyes widened and her neck arched as her nails dug into my back. I fucking hoped she drew blood. I’d get the marks tattooed this time, to mark this night. I felt her pussy clamp down as I drove into her one more time and we both fell off the edge together coming hard as she yelled my name through the house.
Keeping my hips pressed into hers and my cock deep inside her, I kissed her while we were both breathless and panting, still holding her neck, letting her milk my cock as she shook.
Resting my forehead against hers, I kissed the tip of her nose and whispered, “I love you, more than my own life.”
“I love you too,” she responded, holding me tightly against her.
“Mom? Dad?” Nat’s voice made me sit straight up in our king-sized bed, sunlight streaming through the windows and skylight. I blinked at the clock to clear my vision and saw it read ten-thirty a.m. Fuck . Monica and the girls had started decorating and setting up the books around eight this morning. . I slept through the entire morning and so had Becks. My eyes moved over at her, sprawled on her stomach, head under her pillow, dark hair down in a riot of waves. I heard her grumble and snorted.
“Baby, it's closer to afternoon than morning and Nat’s home.” I said, voice raspy with sleep.
Becks jerked up from under the pillow looking deliciously rumpled and blinked at me owlishly.
“What?” she murmured.
“We slept in. Nat is home. It’s Christmas Eve.” Poking at her side I made a mental note to set an alarm next time so I could take her in the morning sunlight before our daughter got home.
“Oh my God! Lucas, we’re naked! Don’t let her come in here.”
I threw my head back laughing as she rolled out of bed and scrambled naked into the bathroom.
“Baby, you’ve had the talk with Nat. I’m pretty sure she knows what we get up to in here, let alone when she’s out of the house.”
Becks walked out scowling at me, tightening the robe clinging to her body, hair falling over her shoulder.
“Still! Put some pants on. Monica is with her.” She reached down grabbing a pair of my pajama pants from the floor and threw them at me, hitting me directly in the face.
“Whoops,” she giggled.
“You’ll pay for that later.” I muttered, watching her leave the room.
“Nat, good morning, sweetheart! We overslept.” I heard her voice greeting our daughter and stood, slipping my pants on.
“Busy night?” I heard Monica’s teasing voice and laughed to myself before padding out and down the hall to the kitchen. Meeting Monica’s eyes behind Becks’ back, I raised my eyebrows questioningly.
She nodded, grinning wide as Becks hugged the girls and reached for her. They were going to get on the road to head to her parents and then Paul’s today.
“I love you all. Drive safe and text me when you get there,” she said. “Do you need anything to drink or eat on the way?”
“Becks, we’re covered. I’ll text when we’re there. They only live an hour away.”
Monica’s parents and Paul’s family had moved to a smaller, more rural retirement type of community that was just an hour's drive away from us.
Monica winked at me and left with her girls.
I grabbed my hoodie from the hook by the back door and glanced out the window. It hadn’t snowed overnight and while the ground was still white, the path I’d made to the shed was still clear. Turning I saw Nat grinning at me excitedly, still bundled in her coat, my wife fixing a mug of coffee with her back to us, completely unaware.
“Can we?” Nat whispered.
I nodded. We had a big day planned tomorrow with all our friends going to Nan’s to spend Christmas. We could have our family Christmas on Christmas Eve and start our own traditions.
“Can you what?” Becks turned around, looking at us suspisciously.
“Slip on some shoes and a coat, babe. Nat and I wanna give you your Christmas present.”
Becks blinked at me.
“And I need shoes and a coat?” she repeated, blinking at me behind her glasses.
“Yep.” Nat started giggling.
“What did you all do?” muttered Becks, walking into the front hall and getting her coat and snow boots.
“We’re gonna have our Christmas on Christmas Eve.” Nat was bouncing with excitement, following Becks like a little girl, instead of the teenager she was. She practically vibrated with anticipation and energy.
Becks looked over at her, raising her eyebrows.
“Dad said we could. It would be our new family tradition!” Nat finished.
Becks’ eyes filled with tears and she nodded, hugging Nat tightly and looking at me over her shoulder.
This first Christmas was going to be an emotional one for sure.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing her call you dad.” Becks said, releasing Nat to run ahead of us and sneak into the shed to record everything.
“You’re telling me. In some ways it seems so natural like she’s been here and done it my whole life. In other ways I can’t believe I have a daughter.” I said, slightly choked-up myself.
I slung my arm over Becks’ shoulder and guided her through the kitchen and out the back door.
Her brown eyes scanned the backyard, not finding Nat.
“Where’s Nat? What did you all do?” she asked, the suspicion slowly trying to grow into trepidation.
“Just relax and let it happen, beautiful. Let me spoil you. This is how it always should’ve been for you.”
Her eyes met mine, looking up at me as I ushered her down the path through the backyard to the old beat up building.
You couldn’t tell the inside was a beautiful library from the outside and Becks gave me a questioning look. I stood her right in front of the door and faced her. Leaning down I kissed the tip of her nose.
“You stand right here. Keep those eyes closed. Do not open them until I tell you to,” I ordered. “You’ll ruin the surprise and Nat will be devastated.”
Her eyes rolled, but she shut them, and I opened the door leading into the library. Seeing Nat with her big blue eyes hopping up and down. Everything looked perfect. I turned and grabbed both of Becks’ hands, leading her a couple steps forward until she was in the room.
Backing up, I stood by Nat and looked at my beautiful fiancee, completely oblivious to what we’d done for her. I looked down.
“You recording?” I asked quietly.
Nat nodded, “Ever since you opened the door.”
“Alright, Peanut. Here we go,” I said just for her to hear, before raising my voice, “Open your eyes, Rebecca.”