Chapter 12 #4
Pumpkin’s grin was devilish. Using his arms, he dragged himself backwards up the bed. His pants slid from his legs as he did. He flopped back like a starfish, his head on his pillow. “I’m yours. Take me.”
Dosia shook her head at his antics. “Oh, I plan to,” she said, removing her pants and panties. They were both gloriously naked now. “Just remember,” she added as she crawled between his legs. “You asked for this.”
Dosia crawled up the bed between Pumpkin’s legs. His thighs were so thick, like tree trunks. He spread them wider, the closer she got. She watched his dark eyes, loving how fixated on her they were. It made her feel powerful, special, worshipped. Like nothing could take his attention away from her.
His body was a work of art. His short hair and full beard, his thick neck and even thicker arms… The hard lines of his pecs and abs. She’d even Googled what the lines at his hips were called, and discovered the term ‘Adonis Belt’.
And his tattoos. Dosia never knew tattoos could be such a turn-on.
She crooked her head. When they’d had sex in her bookstore, it had been rushed, fevered.
She hadn’t had time to really look at him.
Over the past several weeks, she’d seen him numerous times without his shirt on.
Sometimes it seemed like he was taking it off just because.
And she tried her hardest not to stare. She really did, but sometimes her eyes wandered without her permission.
She already knew he had SJ’s first and middle name over his heart.
“When did you add JJ’s name?” she asked.
“About two weeks ago,” he answered, his voice gruff.
She cocked her head. “Before we sent in the Amendment?”
“She’s mine, baby. A fucking piece of paper doesn’t change that.” He tapped his chest where Juniper Jacqueline was written under Seth Junior . “Your name’s going on next, fiancée, ” he said pointedly.
Dosia’s cheeks flushed. “You do realize you went from being my one-night stand to being my co-parent to being my fiancé. Kind of feels like we missed a step somewhere along the way.”
He shrugged. “Makes no difference to me. You’re mine, and I’m never giving you back.”
Dosia smiled at those words, the certainty he had. “You keep saying how I’m yours, how the kids are yours… But you seem to keep forgetting one very important thing.”
Pumpkin raised a questioning eyebrow.
Dosia reached forward to grip his cock. She wasn’t a good judge of eyeballing length, but he was big with trimmed pubes at the base and over his balls. He didn’t have an excessive amount of body hair. She liked that, though she really wouldn’t have minded either way.
“You’re ours too,” she declared before dropping her mouth down over his hard length.
Maybe Dosia was in the minority, but she liked giving blowjobs.
She liked the power play, and how easy it was to bring a man to his knees.
The thing she didn’t like was when it was assumed or expected.
When guys tried to use the act to dominate her .
Dosia much preferred when she was the instigator.
Pumpkin had already proven that he didn’t mind going down on her.
The beard burn between her thighs had been a continuous reminder of that for days after their time together at the bookstore.
And she loved that, because oral sex between them wouldn’t be one sided.
She’d never sixty-nined before, but it was something she’d always been interested in trying.
Pumpkin groaned as she took him deep, hollowing her cheeks and licking her tongue up the underside. His legs splayed open as his hips bucked, but Dosia put her hands on his inner thighs to hold him steady.
Dosia breathed through her nose as she relaxed the back of her throat.
If he thrust now, he’d cut off her air, and she much preferred to be the one in control when that happened.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed him in as far as she could take him, her nose right up against the base of his groin, and swallowed.
He cursed. “Oh, fucking hell! Dosia!”
That right there was what she loved. The feeling of victory that she was able to break her man’s control, his need to always be on . For a few precious seconds, she was in control. She had no doubt Pumpkin would take it back, and rather forcefully, but she was very okay with that .
Dosia backed off, needing to breathe. She bobbed up and down his length, working to keep him on edge.
Her hands were not idling by either. She massaged his legs where she held him, up and down the hard muscle of his thighs.
Going close to the base of his dick, but not touching him there.
Popping her mouth off the rounded head of his cock, Dosia licked down the underside until she reached his balls.
They hung heavily and he let out a whining groan as she paid them equal attention.
“Dosia, please …”
She licked her way up his cock again before sucking just the head inside her mouth. Her tongue played with his slit.
“Dosia, baby, you need to stop.”
She lifted an eyebrow. “Why?” she asked against the sensitive skin of his cock. She blew on the wetness she left behind mixed with his tangy precum.
His back arched and she saw he was bunching the sheets between tight fists at his sides. His thighs shook uncontrollably at her touch.
But he picked his head up off the pillow with steady strength as he stared down his long, muscular body at her. “Because I’m using the five percent of my say. I’m coming in your pussy, and nowhere else.”
Dosia lifted an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
He nodded, his eyes wild but stern. He let go of the sheets to lift a hand and crook his pointer finger at her.
Dosia pulled her mouth away from his cock, allowing for a string of spit to dangle between them. Pumpkin groaned at the sight.
She worked her way up until she was sitting on his stomach. He took her hands, lacing their fingers together.
“As much as I desperately want you to finish whatever it is you had in mind for my dick, I’m too high strung. Masturbating in the shower has only taken the edge off. Being around you these past weeks has been torture.”
Guilt coursed through her at his words. “I wanted us to build something that wasn’t simply about sex,” she said. Then admitted, “I was also unsure.”
“Of me? ”
“Of me ,” she clarified. “It takes a lot to get me to trust someone, Pumpkin. But you bulldozed your way through all my defenses in a single day.”
His gaze softened. “I don’t blame you. I’ve had fun teasing you these past few weeks.”
Her cheeks flushed. “I noticed. I had to change the batteries on my vibrator twice.”
His head flopped back as Pumpkin groaned.
“Don’t tell me that. Now all I can picture is you fucking yourself with it.
” His hands traveled up her arms to her shoulders and down to her breasts.
He cupped them into his large hands. “Over and over again, you pumping that fake cock in and out of your wet cunt.”
A shiver ran down her spine. “Seth,” she moaned, her back bowing and pushing her tits further into his touch.
His abs under her trembled. “Do you know what it does to me to hear you say my name like that? To know that you’re the only person who will ever say it just like that.”
Her hips rotated, rocking herself onto his hard abdomen.
Pumpkin sat up and kissed the underside of her jaw before rolling them on the bed. Dosia let out a gasp of surprise.
“Are you okay?”
His chuckle was low, more like a rumble from deep within his chest. “I’m perfect.”
He continued to lick and nibble at her throat. He shifted himself, hiking one of her legs over his elbow and settling his hips between the cradle of her thighs.
She felt his cock rub up and down her soaking-wet slit as he slowly rocked his hips against her. Between his cock and his mouth, Dosia’s body felt like it was on fire. Her head fell back, exposing more of her neck to him.
“Do you want me to wear a condom?”
Dosia’s eyes flew open at the question. She hadn’t realized how ragged her breath was until she tried to think coherently.
If she was pregnant, there was no reason to.
She’d gone with him to his latest appointment and knew he was clean.
She hadn’t been with anyone but him in the past year.
As much as she trusted and believed in Calliope’s visions, though…
There was a possibility that she wasn’t pregnant. It was just too early to tell.
Pumpkin watched her carefully, not pressuring her in any way as she contemplated. The only thing he said was, “It changes nothing,” to remind her of his earlier vow.
Dosia let out a long, shaky breath. “And if I’m not, and we don’t…”
“It changes nothing ,” he repeated.
“We’ll be outnumbered.
He nodded. “We already could be.”
“And there’s a chance that the condom wouldn’t even work.”
He cracked a smile. “Super sperm.”
Her heart racing a million miles per minute, she said, “No condom.”
Pumpkin didn’t ask her if she was sure, didn’t question her decision.
He reached down between them to notch himself at her entrance, pressing inside as he took her mouth in a fevered kiss.
As wet and turned on as she was, the foreplay they’d done hadn’t been enough for her.
There was a pinch of discomfort as his wide cock stretched her.
He didn’t press inside or barrel his way in with no regard to her.
He carefully pressed inside before backing out.
Over and over again, he slowly moved deeper into her core.
Dosia gasped against his mouth. It wasn’t painful, but the tightness made her tremble.
He paused, distracting her with kisses and slipping a hand between them to play with her clit.
Her body started to relax under his touch, and the next time he backed out before pushing back in, her body was more accepting, looser.
He dropped his mouth down to her shoulder, letting her catch her breath. Her right leg was still hooked over his elbow. Her hands touched the hard muscles of his back, learning every ridge and dip.
When he was all the way inside her, Pumpkin paused again. She noticed that he was mostly using his arm strength, holding himself above her while keeping his legs as still as possible. He stared down at her, his eyes shining with emotion.
“I love you. ”
Dosia thought her heart would explode at the declaration. He’d said it before, but it was so different when he said it while inside her. More powerful.
A tear escaped her eye. “I love you too.”
He bent down, licking the salty drop away. He rubbed his bearded cheek against her smooth one. She pressed back, nuzzling him. Her breath caught as he started to move.
Dosia was no stranger to sex, but the hot, quick nights she’d spent with past partners was nothing compared to Pumpkin making slow, passionate love with her.
They kissed, they hugged, they stared into each other’s eyes in silent declaration.
And when they tumbled over the edge, it was the most exhilarating, romantic experience of her life.
They were truly one in that moment, two souls merged.
When they slowly came back to reality, Pumpkin used her discarded shirt to help clean her up. Her bedroom didn’t have a private bath, so he would have had to journey out into the hallway to get a warm washcloth otherwise. Dosia brushed off his apology, not caring in the slightest.
They came together twice more in the night, each time better than the last. And for the first time, they purposefully fell asleep with their arms and legs wrapped around the other like they never wanted to let go.
When the sun finally rose, it was difficult to get out of bed. As sore as she was, Dosia wanted nothing more than to make love to her man again. But they had to get up and showered before the kids.
Pumpkin lifted his head off the pillow, and his eyebrows drew down as he stared to her right where the baby monitor was on her nightstand.
“What is it?” Dosia asked, twisting to see.
“There’s a note on the camera.” He stretched his long arm across her naked form to bring the monitor closer. It was the size of a small tablet. After reading the note, he turned it around so she could see too.
Congrats on your engagement. Mom and I have the kids today. Moving boxes are outside your door. I made an appointment for you at Colton’s Jewelers at 10am.
Love, Calliope
Dosia cracked up, shaking her head at her aunt’s audacity, but also exceedingly grateful for her.
Pumpkin put the monitor back down. “That’s just freaky.”
Dosia could only agree. “Welcome to my world.”
He nudged her with his nose. “Know what this means?”
“What’s that?”
“We don’t have to get out of bed for at least three more hours.” Pumpkin nipped at her earlobe.
Colton’s Jewelers specialized in antiques, the kind of jewelry Dosia loved. Something with a story behind it. They weren’t usually open on a Sunday, but Calliope must have pulled some strings to make their appointment happen.
Dosia moaned, “However will we spend that time?”
“I don’t know about you, but I could sleep a bit more.”
Surprised at his answer, Dosia turned to look at Pumpkin. His smile was infectious, making Dosia immediately forgive him for the joke.
He crooked a finger at her. “Come here.” He went over onto his back as she lay atop him. “You know, you’ve got a lot to live up to.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Do I?”
He nodded, nibbling along her jaw. “Because if what we just did was only five percent on my part, I can’t wait to see what ninety-five percent on your part is like.”