39. Raphael
Raphael
39
When your girl gives you her birth control device as a gift and then talks about having a big family, you don’t question it.
You get her fucking pregnant.
Or at the very least, you begin working hard at it. Because practice makes perfect, right?
Grabbing Lily’s hand, I lead her upstairs to my old childhood room, choosing the back way to avoid the living room and where the family is still celebrating. As I shut the door and flip the lock, she turns toward me with a seductive gaze.
It’s been beautiful watching her come out of her shell and bloom just like the flower she’s named after. The nightmares still continue to haunt her, day and night, but instead of giving in, she fights. Hard. Every day. She fights for her future. A future entirely hers and Mei’s. And I’m happy to just be along for the ride.
“So what now?” She asks, taking small steps backward as she does.
“Now, you’re going to strip naked, climb up on that bed, spread your legs, and let me put a baby in you,” I tell her while I undo a button with every stride toward her.
Lily flushes but does as she’s told. Something else we’ve been working on. Having a man give direction with the freedom to say no.
Like I’m watching my own personal strip show, Lily slips out of her dress, revealing my second gift of the night. And this one I get to unwrap, too.
She’s wearing an all-white lacy lingerie set that barely covers a single inch of her skin, and there’s a garter holding her matching white stockings up. She turns and gives me a seductive glance, her perky round ass on full display in that revealing ensemble.
Climbing up on the bed, I physically groan and nearly go to my knees when I notice her panties are crotchless.
“Do you want me to get you pregnant?” I ask when she finally centers herself on the bed and turns to face me, propped up on her elbows. “Or do you want to kill me, Lily?”
“Depends on how many orgasms you give me,” she sasses back.
Approaching, I drag my belt off and hold it up with a raised brow. When she raises her arms and holds her wrists together for me, I smile wide, pleased with how she continues to take steps forward. Still, even as I wrap the belt around her wrists, I keep it loose enough that if she wants or needs to, she can break free with little resistance.
Lily lies back on the bed, her arms above her head. She smiles up at me as she spreads her legs, giving me a clear view of nirvana.
Taking care not to strain my arm, I carefully crawl over her body until I can lean in and press my lips to hers. My stupid shoulder is still healing, but the ache I feel will not stop me from fucking Lily senseless. I do have some limitations, though.
“You wanna ride my face?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Flipping over, I help support her as she straddles my face. Gripping the headboard with her bound hands, she peers down at me. “You sure?”
“Sweetheart, if you don’t sit on my face right now, I may just die.”
With a light snort, she gradually lowers herself until she is fully seated. I hold her close to my face, wrapping my arms under her legs. After getting past her fear of me suffocating, it quickly became a new favorite position for both of us.
“You’re already soaked, Lily pad,” I share, my voice slightly muffled.
Whatever she’s about to say back dissolves into a low moan when I run my tongue along the length of her pussy before blowing softly along her slit.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers.
My cock is so hard, it’s practically throbbing, but Lily’s pleasure comes first. Always.
I groan as I suck on her clit. The vibration of my mouth makes her cry out and jerk before she rocks forward and back, seeking more. And I’m happy to oblige.
“Wait-wait,” she moans. “I-I…need you inside me.”
Releasing her, she moves down to hover over my thighs before making quick work of my pants and briefs. She bites her lip as she draws my cock free. It’s like this every time. As if it’s a sight to behold and wonder at.
Stroking me from base to tip, she squeezes with just the right amount of pressure, causing me to hiss and buck into her hand.
She continues to surprise me every day. Growing more bold, more confidant, as she continues to learn how to trust a man in bed again.
So when she leans down and takes my cock in her mouth, sucking down until I swear I feel her throat do that little flutter before her gag reflex kicks in, I swear my soul leaves my body.
With a guttural groan, I arch my back, chasing the feeling of her warm, wet mouth.
Lily hums her response against my shaft, swirling her tongue around the tip before she hollows her cheeks and swallows down my cock.
“Fuck, Lily.” I’m so close, but I refuse to blow my load into her mouth. Not when we’re supposed to be practicing for a baby. Can’t do that if my seed rests in her stomach. “I’m close.”
“Thank fuck,” she says, popping off my cock with an audible POP. She rubs at her jaw like it’s sore, and my heart sinks. Did we go too far? But then she winks and smiles. “Another thing to practice at.”
This woman. This fucking woman.
I haul her up in a hurry and flip us over. Keeping pressure off my bad shoulder, I press forward, sliding home with one thrust.
I lean my forehead against hers and say, “I’m going to marry you.”
Lily softly laughs before pressing a chaste kiss to my lips. “Is that a proposal?”
“Do I need one?” I raise a brow.
She purses her lips and admits in a meek voice. “It would be kind of nice.”
“Okay, then. Lily—”
“But you have to ask Mei for permission first.” She interrupts.
I smile. “Something tells me she’ll give it.”
“She loves you. You know that, right?”
“I love her too. And her mom.”
Lily cups my face. “Her mom loves you, too.”
I kiss her deep, my tongue diving in to tangle with hers as I start to move, slow and steady.
Even with foreplay, Lily’s still tight. At least there’s one good thing my bum arm can do. Lowering my hand, I caress her sensitive nub with my thumb, matching the rhythm of my intensifying thrusts.
Lily’s heels dig into my ass cheeks, and her nails bite into my back hard enough to leave marks.
I kiss down her jaw, nibbling as I go, until I reach the junction of her neck and bite down harder. Her scream dissolves into soft mews and whimpers when I soothe the bite with my tongue.
“I’m going to come, Raphael. I need to come,” she cries. “Please.”
“Give it to me, Lily pad.” I urge her, moving my hand so I can grind into her. “Let me fill you up.”
Lily presses her mouth to mine and locks up. Her body seizes from an orgasm so intense, it literally draws out the cum from my balls.
Our kiss continues as we come down from the high, my cock still buried in her like a plug, ensuring that my cum stays inside. And we stay like that…just kissing. Neither of us fight for control or tries to move away. The kiss is peaceful, perfect…pure, fucking heaven.
I pull away to place several tender, sweet pecks on her lips. When she opens her eyes, I stare into the eyes that did me in all those weeks ago. If I had known then what I know now. If I had known that rescuing her and Mei from Xiao would result in death, and pain, and grief…I’d still do it. Because while sometimes good intentions can lead to unintended consequences…this is one I would make over and over no matter the consequence.