Ten
DAVID
AFTER
We’ve almost made it out, free from the insanity of this pompous party, when my mother appears in front of us like a ninja warrior, silent but deadly.
“It’s late and the weather is getting worse by the minute.” I try to take a step but she won’t budge.
“Nonsense, you can all stay here. We have plenty of room.” Placing a hand on my upper arm, she squeezes.
It feels like a plea, like she’s begging me for something.
This is the problem in my family, though.
Instead of outright talking, communicating, saying things straight up, my parents prefer dropping hints and giving out vibes.
I’m not a fucking mind reader, never was, which probably explains why meeting Lisa was like a long-needed breath of fresh air in my oxygen-deprived lungs.
“I’m sorry, Mother, we have plans in the morning. We have to leave tonight.” Lisa’s fingers are laced through mine, her touch a reminder of all the good and healthy in my life.
“Very well. At least let me introduce our River to my friends. I promise I’ll have her back in no time.” I make the mistake of looking back at my daughter, who is now bright eyed and curious, and even though I know I’ll regret this decision in the morning, I can’t seem to say no to her.
Turning back to my mother, I nod. It’s curt and it’s filled with trepidation, but River should at least spend some time getting to know her grandmother in a brief and controlled environment.
“Wonderful!” My mother’s sing-song voice echoes for all to hear. It’s a show and I instantly wish I’d been more of an asshole and left this charade behind for good.
“Ten minutes.” I raise a brow but my mother purses her lips and counters.
“Twenty.” Our eyes are locked in a silent battle when Lisa chimes in.
“Fifteen.” My mother and I both look at my wife, then back to each other before agreeing to the terms.
Fucking hell, conversations with this family are like negotiation deals in a conference room.
“Come now, let’s show you off a little, shall we?” My mother links her arm in River’s, who at only seventeen is already towering over her petite form, and walks away proud.
“I’m going to hate myself for this in the morning,” I whisper as I watch my beautiful daughter own the room like the princess she is.
“Maybe, but…” Lisa’s pause gets my immediate attention.
“But, what?”
“I thought maybe we could see what your parents have done to your room?” I can’t help the grin that widens across my face as I notice the glint in Lisa’s eyes.
“You’ve got some dirty plans in that pretty little head of yours, don’t you?”
“It’s why you love me.”
“Come on. Let’s see if I can make you come twice before the fifteen minutes are up.”
My room is eerily the same as it was eighteen years ago when, on this very bed, I took my Precious for the first time.
I can still remember every second of it.
The way she trembled in my arms as I worshiped her body with my mouth and tongue.
How her pussy sought me out, begging for more even though it was her first time.
The way her nails scraping against the skin of my back burned every time I thrust into her.
As I sunk into her wet, inviting cunt, she became my north, leading me to a life better than I could have ever expected. With one taste of her, I was finally home.
“Creepy.” Lisa’s voice brings me out of my memory but my dick is still reminiscing on that perfect night.
“Yeah, kinda crazy, huh?” I look around the room, a little freaked out.
The same wooden bed with the same navy-blue sheets and the same cleaning products leaving the same clean scent.
It’s weird. Most parents would have transformed this room into…
something. Anything, really. Hell, just changing the fucking sheet color.
“Well, at least this is new.” Lisa’s index finger is lightly caressing a picture frame with a baby River smiling in her sleep.
There are no pictures of Everest, and for good cause.
My parents have no idea he exists. We made damn sure of that.
“Who knows? We may very well have conceived her here.” Turning to me, she gives me a wicked grin that makes my dick harden even more as my heart pumps blood in that singular direction.
I look down at my watch and slowly lift my eyes back to hers before mirroring her hungry gaze.
“Maybe we should see if this room has some kind of magical baby-making power.” I’m kidding but…also, I’m not. I’d have a dozen children with this woman if she agreed to it, but mainly, I just want to be buried inside her all the damn time.
The familiar sizzle of our chemistry buzzes all around us and ten seconds later I’ve got my hand around her nape, pulling her into me as my mouth crashes against hers.
Our tongues fuck like enemies while my body seeks out her heated skin.
Towering over her, I bunch up the silky fabric of her dress until it’s gathered at her waist all the while swallowing each and every one of her moans.
“Fuck!” I groan, her bare ass making my dick hurt with need. “You’ve been naked under this thing the whole fucking time?” My right hand squeezes her flesh as my left index finger plays with her puckered hole.
“Easy access for a quickie at the mansion.” This woman. Gods, I’m a lucky man.
“Well, can’t let that kind of smart thinking go to waste.” I turn her around, pushing her down so her hands are gripping the back of the loveseat. The large, round mirror on the wall is perfectly placed so I can see her face when she comes for me.
“You taught me well, Bauble Boy.” The old nickname only makes my body burn hotter for her. I don’t bother undressing or even pushing my dress pants down, I just unzip and take my cock in hand as I align it at the entrance of her pussy.
“Tell me, Precious, how much do you want me?”
“Enough that I’m about to come without any help from you.” Well, fuck. That just won’t do.
She barely finishes her last word before I’m plunging into her soaked pussy, the head of my cock hitting her magical spot over and over again. I know it is because she makes these mewling sounds whenever I fuck her hard like this, her G-spot getting a solid workout.
“Yes! Gods, yes.” There’s a good chance the entire fucking party downstairs is wondering where the screams are coming from and I’m perfectly okay with that.
It’s a little reminder that I do whatever the fuck I want and no one can tell me if and when I can fuck the love of my life…
except her, even though she’s never refused in the eighteen years we’ve been together.
I’ve got one hand wrapped around her throat as the other holds her body in place at her waist while my hips thrust, hard and furious, and my dick fills her up perfectly.
“More, David. Please…just a little…” I slide my hand from her waist to her clit, sitting pretty under all this damn silk, and rub well-timed circles until I hear her breath hitch and her body go taut.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it. Give it to me. Give me everything!”
She swallows and the movement against the palm of my hand only makes me want to fuck her harder.
And then she’s off. The walls of her pussy clamp down on my cock, making sure I don’t move an inch as she gives herself away to the orgasm rushing through her body.
With her mouth wide open and a silent scream loud enough that I can feel in my soul, I watch her fall apart in the mirror and she’s more beautiful today than she was yesterday or eighteen years ago.
Skin flushed, eyes fluttering back open with their blue as vivid as the bright summer sky, I watch her as she slowly comes back to the here and now.
“You didn’t come.” It’s not a question.
“I got distracted by the perfection of you.”
I pull out as she turns in my arms and pushes me down on the seat before straddling me.
We’re now face-to-face, time running away from us, but I’m sure River is having a great time and my mother is just happy to have spent an additional ten minutes with her granddaughter.
“I love you so much. You know that, right?” There isn’t an ounce of doubt in her voice. We’ve always been vocal about our feelings, it’s what makes us so strong. Unbreakable, even.
“Like I know the sun rises and falls with the rhythm of your smiles.” I grin up at her as I pull her pussy back onto my cock and groan at the sheer wetness that coats my entire shaft.
“John Keats would be jealous of your romanticism.” Comparing me to her favorite poet is par for our course but, to my satisfaction, her sarcasm ends on a long, drawn out moan as I fuck her hard from below.
The pads of my fingers dig into her hips as I chase my orgasm all the while doing my best to make sure she gets another one in first.
“I’m two seconds away from ripping this dress off, Precious, so if you want it to survive, I need you to please…” I don’t finish my thought before she’s bunching it up again and giving me the view I’ve been craving. My dick sliding in and out of her cunt like it was created just for her.
“Fuck, I love this sight.” Lisa leans down, her mouth on mine as I put my finger back on her clit and work her hard little nub in rhythm with my fucking. “Need you…to…” My jaw is tight with the effort to stave off my very powerful, very fucking close, orgasm. “Come for me.”
Spreading her thighs just a little more, she throws her head back and moans, one hand on her fucking dress, the other clutching my hair.
She finally, fucking finally, lets go again, and this time I explode inside her.
I come in hard spurts inside her pussy, filling her up and praying to all the gods of the Universe that she accepts my gift and we make another beautiful life together.
Once we both come back to reality, she slumps in my arms and hums like she’s a satisfied little kitten.
“Always and forever.”
“Always and forever, Precious.”