Chapter 19
Kalliope
FIVE DAYS LATER
“You are a lovely couple. Honeymoon?” the elderly woman asked as she smiled at us.
“Yes, ma’am,” Andrès replied, holding my hand.
“Congratulations. May you have long life, abundant health, and many babies.”
Andrès and I looked at each other and laughed.
We had gotten our share of baby making sessions in on this honeymoon.
It started on our wedding night and only increased the moment that we stepped foot in Turks and Caicos.
We had barely closed and locked the door behind us before he had me bent over the couch and was giving me back shots.
“Thank you,” I replied.
“We’re definitely looking forward to a big family,” Andrès declared.
We headed out of the restaurant where we had enjoyed the Thursday night fish fry and live music, still holding hands.
“Uhm, Drè?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Big family. Like how big are we talking?”
“I was thinking five to seven kids.”
“Have you lost your ever loving mind?” I asked, halting a few feet away from the doors of the restaurant.
“What’s wrong with that?”
“I’m not about to be walking around barefoot and pregnant all the time.”
“I mean, not all the time. I figure we can space them out two years apart.”
“You figure?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t I have a say-so in this? It’s my body.”
He moved from beside me to stand in front of me and grabbed my hands.
“Baby, of course, you have a say-so. I love you, and I’m not trying to make decisions without you.
It was lonely growing up for me, and I remember what that was like.
Then I got to see what it was like to have siblings when I moved to California with my dad.
It was a whole different world, and you and your siblings always seemed happy. ”
“First, I didn’t say we had to have only one kid. We can have more, but five to seven is a bit much. Second, you didn’t live in our house, but you saw the fights and the arguing between my brother and sisters and me.”
“I saw that, but what I saw even more was a big family who loved each other and didn’t always get along. Despite that, it never stopped y’all from loving one another and having fun.”
I thought about what he said, and he was right. I never considered how lonely it was for him when he grew up with his mother and Leon.
“You’re right about that,” I conceded.
“It was rough when it was just my mama and daddy and later my mama and Leon. There were a lot of times when it was just couple time, and I felt left out and alone. So many times, they would retreat to their room or go out on date nights or running errands with just the two of them. It wasn’t cool, and they never saw my loneliness. ”
“As much of you as I saw, Drè, I never saw your loneliness either. You always were upbeat and happy, except for those few years that you were struggling. Even then, though, you always had a smile to offer me.”
“You. Not the world, just you, because you were my beacon of light. I felt your love for me, even back then, before it turned intimate.”
“Baby, my love for you was always intimate. It’s the only way I’ve known how to love you since you stepped up and protected me.
I didn’t disclose my feelings, because I was just a kid, and you were a teen.
Back then, those two years meant the world of difference.
I didn’t want to lose your friendship, and you were the cool neighbor.
I never wanted to make it awkward between us. ”
“All that matters is that I have you now. If you only want four kids, then I’m cool with that. I can fill you up with quadruplets when we get back to our room,” he stated, placing his hand over my belly.
“How about triplets, sir?”
“Mm . . . okay. I guess.”
“You guess?”
“Anything to avoid fighting with my beautiful wife. I love you so much.”
“I love you even more. If you do so happen to impregnate me with triplets, then we can have one more, but no more than that.”
“Cool.”
We continued walking hand-in-hand in the cool breeze of the evening. I was thankful that it relieved us of the pressure of the humidity that hung around us in the day. It was hot in June, and I was thankful that we had spent most of our time in the water when we weren’t making love.
Our days had been spent snorkeling, jet skiing, paddleboarding, and hanging out on the beaches. It was a beautiful destination, and I was so thankful that he had chosen this location to honeymoon. I couldn’t ask for a sweeter, more wonderful man to be my husband, my protector, and my provider.
When we were kids, I told him that I wanted to travel when I grew up. He asked where, and I said all over the world. He asked, “How about Turks and Caicos?” I asked, “Where?” with a crazy look on my face.
I had no idea what he was talking about, so he spent the next hour educating me and showing me pictures.
I fell in love with the destination, strictly on how he spoke about it and how attentive he was to me.
I told him that I wanted to go there one day, and he promised to take me when he grew up and became rich.
“What’s on your mind?” he asked when we returned to our villa in Turtle Tail.
“Nothing much.”
“Yes, there is. I can sense it. You were quiet on the way back here. It’s not about the kids, is it?”
“No. I’m truly grateful to be married to you, and bearing your children will be a blessing.”
“Then what is it?” he asked, unwrapping my wrap skirt and turning me around so that he could unzip my leotard.
I sighed heavily, and he kissed my shoulder.
“I’m not certain that I want to continue doing the work that I’m doing. It’s cool, it’s fun, and it pays decent, but I don’t see myself being someone’s personal shopper for the rest of my life. I want so much more, Drè.”
“Then do what you want to do. You don’t have to do anything at all, and I would be happy to take care of you for the rest of your life, but I know you better than that.
You worked hard to get to where you were, and you were happy with your career from everything I’ve heard.
So what is it that you want to do now?” He spun me around and stared into my eyes.
“If money, time, education, or any other variables weren’t a factor, what would you want to do? ”
“I want back in HR. That’s it. I love what I do, and I don’t want to do anything else but that.”
His eyes lit up, and a slow smile curved his lips upward. “Baby.” He kissed me deeply and thoroughly, and his hands caressed my back and dropped down to squeeze my hips. I almost gave into the moment, but my curiosity over what incited the passion won out.
“What?”
“I have a thought, but hear me out first. You know that we’re building the location in Cherokee Springs for my company.
We’ve got the groundwork laid out, the location for the building, and the construction firm in place.
We’ve got lawyers and engineers, but we’re missing something critical, .
. . something we’ve been trying to figure out the best route to go all along. ”
“What’s that?”
“We have no HR, no recruitment, and no one to guide us. We’ve been interviewing firms, but we’re not satisfied with what we have in front of us yet.
You’re our answer, baby. Silas has been pushing me to ask you all along, and I didn’t think you wanted to go that route again.
I mean, you seemed so happy with the work that you’ve been doing with your clients and all.
But now that I know you do want back in, it’s the perfect answer. ”
I shook my head. “Baby, I’m not certain that’s a good idea.”
“Why not? It’s the best idea.”
“Us working together?”
“I think it’s the perfect plan. We both get what we want. We lay some ground rules, of course, but afternoon sex in the boss’s office has never sounded sexier to me.”
I giggled. “Of course, that’s where your head would go. Do you think it would work?”
“Only we can decide if it will or not. It’s completely up to us.”
The idea took root in my heart, and I couldn’t deny that, although I could see issues, I saw more benefits than not. I wanted to make it work, and I knew that I could benefit his company, and we would make a great team.
“I think I’ll do it, baby. I mean, if you really want me—”
“The fuck you mean if I really want you? Of course I want you, baby.”
He proved it to me the way that he kissed me so deeply that I dug my toes into the bamboo flooring, arched my hips toward him, and groaned in that man’s mouth like my soul was being snatched from my body.
Andrès’s hands worked their way from my hips up my back and around to my breasts. He palmed them easily before he broke our kiss and lowered his head to taste me. My nipples ached in response to the scrape of his teeth against them. My skin was so sensitive and tender, and I wanted more.
I reached between us and gripped his erection through his shorts. I slowly lowered myself to my knees and removed his dick from his shorts. It was thick, hard, and smooth, except for the veins that protruded in various spots.
I took the velvety tip of his head into my mouth.
He groaned his appreciation as my tongue swirled around the surface, and he muttered, “That’s my good girl.
You look so pretty on your knees like that.
So damn beautiful and that mouth is perfect, wet, and hot the way that I like it. The perfect position.”
I moaned and sucked him further as a reward for speaking the things that I needed and wanted to hear.
“Want me to fuck your face, Kalli?”
I nodded and muttered around him. “Mm-hmm.”
“Take it, baby.” He gripped my head and slowly pumped himself deeper into my mouth until he increasingly picked up speed. I could barely keep up because he was losing his mind. The pleasure etched itself on his face, and his jaw dropped. Within moments, he tried to pull back.
I smacked him on the thigh and shook my head. I wanted and needed this, all of him, every bit. I wanted him to hold nothing back.
“I can’t hold it any longer, Kalli.” He grunted through his teeth.
I nodded and sucked him stronger and more powerfully, suctioning him deeper, until he released a little cry and then rocked slowly forward, backward, and then sideways.
When that sweet, hot cum milked down my throat, I rendered my man speechless, and the taste and feel of him in my mouth, shooting down my throat made my pussy clench.
I was wet for him, and I couldn’t wait to see how he repaid me for my bad girl behavior. When he finished, and I had sucked every drop from his dick, I rocked back on my knees and opened my mouth.
“Aww, fuck. That’s my good girl,” he grumbled, stroking his dick.
I couldn’t believe he was still hard after all I had sucked from him. I knew that I had drained him dry, so why was he still hard? I swallowed, and he grunted again. “Aww fuck.”
“How are you still hard, sir?” I asked after I swallowed.
“Baby, we’re just getting started. This is our honeymoon. We’re ’bout to be fucking the rest of this week like it’s about to be banned.”
“Excuse me, but that’s all we’ve been doing anyway. We only have two more days remaining.”
“And I’m going to be all up in them guts, in that throat, and that ass the entire time,” he confessed.
“Oh, wow.”
He reached down and lifted me from my knees. I wrapped my legs and arms around him, and he carried me to the bedroom.
“Gimme that tongue. You always taste yourself on me; let me see what I taste like.” He backed me against the wall, tipped my chin down, and claimed my mouth. He sucked my tongue so hard and moaned in my mouth so loudly that I almost came from that interaction alone.
With one hand, he grabbed my neck and squeezed, and with his other hand, he jerked my head back by my hair. It was so painful that tears sprang to my eyes, but it felt so good.
He continued sucking my tongue as he released my hair and squeezed his fingers between us. He pressed his finger against my clit and rubbed it hard in tight circles before he slid his fingers inside of me and scissored.
I twerked around his fingers as best I could because it felt so good. I wanted and needed more, but I didn’t want him to stop what he was doing.
Andrès lifted me higher, just enough so that he could position himself against my entrance. When he pressed against me, my body stretched to make room for him. I was tight but so wet for him, and the pressure of his girth against my tightness felt good.
“Aww, that’s it, li’l mama. Make room for daddy.” He grunted, thrusting up into me.
“Ohh fuck, Drè!” I screamed out when he thrust harder.
I rocked around his body, barely able to contain myself. I was already on the verge of cumming from sucking him off and that intense kiss we shared.
“You like being on this dick, li’l mama?”
“I love it, Drè.” I moaned heavily as he slammed into me again.
I bounced up and down on him as he continued to slam into me. It wasn’t long before he had me on the floor on my hands and knees, and he was taking me powerfully and hard from the back. My back perfected a deep arch, and I worked my ass fast and furious, trying to drag another nut from him.
“Nah, baby. You’re not gonna get this nut until you coax that bitch outta here. Let me feel that pussy drag it out, ma. I need her to cum on me so that I can slip it out.”
He smacked my ass and thrust into me again. He repeatedly worked me from behind until my back ached, my knees hurt, and my pussy felt like she was stroking out.
“I have to cum, Drè,” I cried out as I worked my ass in circles even faster.
He smacked my ass again. “Told you, you gotta work for this nut.”
I dropped down low, fingered my pussy, and then reached back and cupped his balls, working them over.
He slid a finger into my ass and plundered me until I screamed out as I released on him.
Finally, I welcomed his hot seed shooting inside of me, and it was just as intense as when it shot down my throat.
“I think that was it, baby.” He grumbled inside of my ear.
“What was it?” I asked when he helped pull me off the floor.
“That was our first set of twins,” he explained, carrying me to the shower.
I laughed. “Boy, have you lost your damn mind?”
“I’m just saying, it might be a possibility. Kalandra has a set, and Solomon has two sets.”
“Drè, that’s not going to be our reality,” I argued.
“We’ll see in nine months,” he replied cockily, licking his lips and turning on the shower.
“How do you figure?”
“Baby, I got that super sperm. That paired with my determination, we’re all set for getting as many babies out of you as quickly as possible.”
“I can’t stand you!” I exclaimed, slapping his shoulder.
He laughed, stuck his tongue out at me, and pulled me into the shower with him.
“You love my black ass.”
I kissed him and pulled back. “That, I do.”
He was my best friend, my attentive lover, my source of comfort and strength, my protector, and my provider. He was everything that I needed, and I could only imagine our love and marriage would only get better with time.