39. Chapter 38
Chapter 38
Elsie
M arshall’s lips against mine feel like coming home, truly home.
There’s comfort, passion, and love in every touch of our lips.
The way his hands wander my body lights my soul on fire, and it’s like I’m realizing what it truly means to need this man for the first time, with no limitations.
His hand is buried in the curls at the base of my neck, and when he tightens his grip, I moan.
Everything about how our bodies connect feels like freedom. There’s a lightness in my chest that’s replacing every worry I’ve had for the past week.
That he wouldn’t want me.
That he changed his mind.
That I wouldn’t be enough.
Only that’s not what’s happened at all.
“Marshall.” I moan, need building in my core as he kisses me. “I need you.”
“Oh? You need daddy or toy?”
“I need you, daddy.” I manage through passionate kisses between us.
He pulls back, and I whine a pitiful noise.
“You do realize that forever means more kids, right?” He asks with all seriousness in his tone.
“Sounds like we should practice for the next one then,” I say, pulling him back down to me. “What do you think?”
“Fuck yes.” He breathes out before crashing his lips into mine.
Between passionate kisses, Marshall backs me into the sturdy kitchen table. When I bump into the edge, he reaches behind me and wipes all the papers off the table before picking me up to rest on the table.
When I reach for the button of his jeans, I can feel that he’s already hard beneath them. My hand runs up and down his length through the denim, and the sound I draw from his lips with my touch makes my whole body pulse with need.
“Elsie.” He groans.
“Not Elsie.” I pant. “Not right now.”
He leans down to give me another kiss, and our teeth crash together in the moment. Everything about it is all-encompassing and thrilling.
“Goddess. I missed you.” He says, his hands running up and down my arms, sending goose bumps across my skin. “Can I undress you, princess? I need to see you.”
“Yes, please.” I breathe out. “I need you to touch me. ”
His fingers come up to the straps of my dress and slide under, delicately teasing the skin underneath. When he slides the straps down, the bodice of my dress falls as well, revealing my full breasts.
With awe in his face, he reaches to cup my breasts and kneed them with his big hands.
“These are magnificent. I can’t wait to see our daughter feed off them.”
He leans down and presses a kiss to each of my breast before getting on his knees and taking one of them into his mouth.
The warmth of his lips around my nipple sends a shiver through my whole body. The need that’s raging in my core heightens at the sensation, and my head drops back.
He continues to run his tongue around and suck on my nipple before switching sides and repeating on my other breast.
Each tug on my nipple has new energy flowing through my body, but soon it’s not just energy that’s flowing through my breast. Liquid pre-milk begins to trickle from my nipple.
“Fuck. You taste so sweet.” He moans at the taste of my milk flowing from my body.
What could have been a moment turned sour instead has my teeth aching. His reaction to how my body naturally reacts to his touch is so heartwarming that it only makes me love the man more.
My hand comes to his head, and I run my fingers through the strands of his hair to keep him close.
“Fuck, daddy. I need you to touch me, to fuck me.” I groan.
He lifts his head and gives me a mischievous look.
“You want me to fuck you, princess?” He smirks, leaning back down to suckle on my nipple again and draw more milk from my breast. “Then beg for it.”
“Please, daddy. I need you.” I pant out. “Please. ”
“Good girl.” He purrs, dragging his hands over my breast and down my belly.
He shifts my dress up to bunch it around my waist above my belly. When he reaches to pull down my underwear, I shift my hips to help him get them off.
Exposed to him now, I shiver when his calloused fingers skim along my inner thigh and up to my center.
“I love seeing you pregnant. Knowing I did this to you.” He says, taking a moment to give the stretch marks on my belly kisses. “I’m keeping you pregnant as often as I can. You know that, right? We’re gonna fill this house with kids that look just like you.”
He looks up at me with such genuine joy that I can’t help but fall in line with his imagined future.
“So long as I get at least one little boy who’s a carbon copy of his father.” I sigh as he runs a finger through my folds and up to my clit.
“Anything for my queen.” He says, his focus now completely on my center, completely mesmerized.
With that, he dives in, putting his lips against my cunt. He buries himself in my center, sucking on my clit and swirling his tongue around it in a gentle pattern of circles. The rhythm he sets with his tongue drives my desire into a roaring storm, the wave of pleasure threatening just at the edge of complete release.
Pausing his relentless efforts on my clit, he leans down to lick me from ass to clit, the sensation sending shivers through my whole body. He returns to his earlier task of sucking my soul out of my clit until I’m panting and whining with need.
“Please, daddy. I need your cock.” I beg. “Please, daddy. Please.”
Looking up at me, his beard glistening with my wetness, he gives me a truly devious smile .
“Does princess want my cock?” He murmurs, rising from his knees and unbuttoning his jeans as he stands.
When he gets his pants undone, his cock springs free from the confinement of the tight jeans, but his briefs still cover him.
“Yes. Please.” I pant, reaching for the waistband of his underwear, desperate to free his cock so he can fuck me.
He helps me push the garment down, and his beautiful length is revealed to me. I quickly take it in hand, relishing the hardness as I move my hand up and down his shaft.
“Fuck, princess.” He groans at my touch.
I tighten my grip to drag him by his cock to my core, lining him up so I can feel his tip at my entrance.
He laughs. “Eager girl.”
“Fuck me. Fuck me, please.” I beg.
Taking control of his dick with his own hand, he runs his tip through my folds until I’m shivering with need.
“Please.” I moan just as he presses the first inch in with the head of his cock.
He’s slow and deliberate with how he enters me, each push in and out dragging on in agonizing pleasure.
The way he fills me feels amazing. I feel full and complete .
“Marshall.” I squeak when he picks up his pace. “Fuuuck.”
Soon, his thrusts are relentless, plunging in and out of me at a rapid pace.
My core tightens around him every time he pushes into me, filling me up. The torrential wave that’s been building in my body is almost at its crest.
“I need to come. Please, let me come.” I beg, breathless .
Knowing exactly what I need to push me over the edge, he reaches down to circle my clit with his thumb, and the slightest of touches sends me over the cliff of my pleasure.
The sensation is overwhelming, warm, and gentle yet completely overpowering. Every nerve in my body is alive with energy, but I still need more.
“More.” I pant. “I need more.”
Both of his hands come down on either side of me to plant themselves on the table, and he picks up his pace. His hips thrust relentlessly, and he takes each drive into me as an opportunity to grind his pelvis into me, so it hits my clit at the perfect angle.
“Yes. That. More of that.” I say breathlessly.
He continues to press into me, and I see when his face tightens.
“Come for me, daddy.” I encourage. “Give me your cum. Give me everything.”
“Fuck, princess.” He groans. “Take it. Take my cock and my cum. It’s yours. I’m yours.”
The words light up something inside me that has my whole body reacting. A sudden flood of pleasure washes through me, and I clench down on his cock harder than before to lock him inside me. His thrusts grow shallow, barely able to move his hips anymore when he groans out his pleasure, and I feel the flood of his cum trickling out of me.
Both of us are breathless and satiated.
His head drops to mine, our foreheads touching and our lips only a breath away.
“Fuck, Elsie.” He says between gulps of air. “I love you so fucking much.”
Tears are forming at the edges of his eyes, and I reach up with one hand to brush them away .
Still nestled inside me, he pulls me up from where I am, leaning back on my elbows and cradles me against his chest.
“I love you too, Marshall,” I whisper into his ear as I stroke my hands up and down his back. “I’ll love you forever.”
A small hiccup comes from him, and he buries himself into the crook of my neck so I can feel his warm breath against my skin.
We sit there for a while like this, just breathing each other in.
Then, slowly, agonizingly slowly, he pulls out of me and takes a single step back before leaning down to give me another passionate kiss.
His hands are on my belly, and when he looks up at me, I can see the unconditional love in his eyes.
“I’m gonna give you such a good life, Elsie.” He says reverently, glancing between my face and my belly bump.
“I know. It’s going to be the most amazing adventure.” I smile, reaching out to cup his face in my hand. “You’re going to be an amazing father.”
“And you’re going to be the best mother.” He promises me, making my heart seize.
I pull him in for another kiss, and it’s soft and gentle, a connection between two souls who chose each other.
Suddenly, he pulls back.
“The house.” He says seriously. “Can we renovate?”
I laugh at the sudden change in subject. “If you want, of course. It’s our home.”
“Yeah, it is.” He leans down to give me another peck. “I can’t wait to play with our little girl in the backyard. I’m gonna build her a swing. Or maybe a treehouse.”
I let out a full-bodied laugh, and suddenly, there’s a kick into my gut, making me grunt .
“I think she likes the idea of that.” I chuckle.
Marshall goes back to his knees and speaks directly to my belly, to our little sugar plum and our future.
“Te vamos a querer mucho, peque?a ciruela azucarada.” He whispers. “So much.” We’re gonna love you so much, little sugar plum .
I run my fingers through his hair, and his gaze shoots up to look at me.
“I love you,” I say softly.
He takes a deep breath. “I know. I know now. I believe you.”
“Forever, Marshall. This is forever.” I tell him. “No taking it back.”
“Never.”
“Forever.”
“Always.”