Luke
The shower was at the perfect temperature. I’d stopped inviting Bella over to my house, wanting the end result of the renovation to remain a surprise. All of Sadie’s awful contemporary fixtures and fittings were gone. My house needed to be a home, not a designer showroom.
I turned the water off and reached for my towel. The door creaked open, and Bella stood there, staring. She crossed her legs and leaned against the doorway. My eyes travelled from her bare legs up to the tiny slip of black silk and lace that barely covered a thing.
This was not the reaction I’d expected, not after everything about Poppet and Zach had come out tonight.
“Tonight was difficult for me,” she said, letting her eyes drift leisurely down my body until they paused on my dick.
Had this been anyone but Isabella, I would have covered up and run for the hills. It took me straight back to when I was carefully constructing my trap—I mean, when we first began dating. I saw the same hunger, only this time there was ownership.
Phase four was in progress.
She stepped closer, bare feet padding softly against the tiles.
“But then you showed me why I risked my heart for you,” she whispered.
My towel slipped from my hand.
“Why I’m willing to kneel for you,” she murmured, placing a hand on my wet chest.
My heart began to beat a little faster, and then she lowered herself to the floor, dragging her hand down my body as she went.
I never got a chance to process it before her tongue moved up my thigh, licking away the water. Her hand slid down to my pelvis, fingers running through my well-manicured pubes.
What the fuck was happening right now?
She cupped my balls, kissing each one. Steam still curled off my skin from the shower, and the scent of my body wash—cedar and something sharper underneath—mixed with the humidity clinging to the tiles around us.
I tried to breathe, but my breath turned ragged, any excess blood I had rushing straight to my cock.
“You gave me another child,” she said, before sucking one ball into her mouth, moaning as she stared up at me.
She gripped my hardening cock, lifting it as she sucked and released my ball, her wet lips smacking with every pass. Her tongue swept beneath them both, swirling around each in turn. Water still dripped from my thighs, running down to pool somewhere beneath her knees.
Her head dipped, taking the other ball into her mouth. It was engulfed in the same hot, wet heat as the first, before her tongue began to lick.
My cock rose to the challenge, her hands moving up and down my still-damp legs, my dick freestyling over the crown of her head, droplets from my hair falling to land against her shoulder.
The floor was cold. She shouldn’t be down there. I was about to reach for her when she released me and raised her head. Those blue eyes pinned me to the spot, steam rising faintly between us. Her mouth opened, lips closing around the tip of my cock.
Fingers curled around the backs of my thighs before travelling up to grip my ass cheeks. Her lips released me, only to inch back down my length, pulling me forward as she went.
Her soft, wet mouth began to close around my dick, and I finally grabbed her head.
“Isabella,” I moaned, pulling free as she tilted her head up and opened wider. “Fuck. Woman. You will be the death of me.”
I pulled her head down onto my cock as I thrust my hips forward, piercing the back of her throat until her tight, clenching oesophagus caught around the blunt head. It only took a few thrusts before tears and saliva ruined her face, mixing with the last of the water still clinging to my skin.
It wasn’t long before she was taking most of me. Thick, sticky strands of spit kept us connected before she went for more. My cock glistened wet now, and not from the shower. She swooped down, swallowing me whole, holding herself there and letting me feel her insides rippling around me.
I had to pull away before she made me cum down her throat. I also felt a little light-headed, though I’d never admit to that. I leaned down and helped her to her feet.
“I absolutely fucking love you,” I growled, gripping the back of her neck and swooping down to taste myself on her lips.
My other hand slipped down her back until I rested it over her ass cheek, pressing her closer as I enjoyed the feel of her wet mouth.
She arched her back and pressed harder against my wet body, kissing me back with a hunger matching my own.
My cock rested against her belly as she began to grind on it.
“Bedroom,” I rasped.
She pulled away, turned, and simply skipped out of the bathroom.
I watched the hem of her nightie jump up and down, giving me a flash of her cheeks as she went on her merry way. Her hair swayed just above it, until she bounced out of sight.
My hand landed over my heart as I rubbed the sudden ache. Sadie was the best thing that ever happened to me, because now I knew what real love actually felt like.
Isabella’s love would never become transactional, and without her, I would have no family left to care for. Tonight, she was showing me her love, and it was everything.
“I’m starting without you,” she shouted.
My legs moved before my brain caught up.
“I don’t think so,” I said, coming to stand beside the bed.
She shoved the silk and lace to one side, pushing her hand between her thighs.
No knickers.
Noted.
I dove onto the bed, ignoring her scream and the laughter that followed it. I dragged the silk over her belly. Our baby had yet to make an appearance, but I loved knowing he or she was in there.
“Daddy loves you so much,” I whispered, before kissing her abdomen.
Those soft kisses trailed around the faded stretch marks left from when she carried Amber.
She sighed, running her fingers through my wet hair. I crawled over her, holding my weight on my palms.
“Starting without me. How dare you,” I murmured.
“You know I sleep much better after an orgasm,” she said, pouting. “If I’m well rested, it’s good for the baby.”
There was some logic in her words.
I homed in on her nipples, poking through the sheer lace.
“How do you find such sexy little numbers?” I asked, peeling her straps down her shoulders and baring her breasts.
“Online, but your card helps.”
“I approve these purchases,” I said, smiling, before licking her nipple.
Her expenditure was a pittance compared to what I was used to.
She reached down and took hold of my cock. I began to suck on her. When her hand started moving up and down my length, I hissed, gently massaging her breasts. They were more tender, more sensitive to my touch now.
I shifted to one side, slipping my hand between her thighs. She was so wet my fingers slid straight to her clit.
Her grip on me tightened, and she began pumping her fist rapidly. I didn’t hesitate, circling my fingertips around her clit. Her moan nearly ended me. I abandoned her nipple and moved up to kiss her.
It was frantic, heated, messy.
When she tried to manoeuvre my cock inside her, I pulled back with a chuckle. She glared at me, but the glare didn’t last. Not once I gave her exactly what she’d been asking for.
I just loved to tease my future wife.
Her jaw slackened, lips parted, and her features relaxed as I began to sink into her pussy. I placed one arm behind her head and the other beneath her shoulder until I covered her entirely.
Our torsos touched. Flesh on top of flesh.
She spread her thighs, raising them high on either side of me. Her arms wrapped around my back and waist as I pulled my hips back and slammed down, driving into her in a single stroke.
“Luke.”
It sounded like a tormented cry, but the way she tried to raise her hips, I knew exactly what she was chasing.
“You like that cock, Bella?” I asked, burying my face in her hair.
Goddamn, she smelled so good.
Her reply was a strangled moan.
Between the perfume I’d bought her and her shampoo, that scent alone could make me hard. I closed my eyes and used every muscle in my back and legs to give her the fucking she deserved.
“You have the perfect little pussy for me, don’t you?” I said, dropping my hips as I plunged deeper.
“Yes—Luke,” she gasped. “Oh god.”
I began kissing her cheek, her ear, her shoulder—anything my lips could reach, all while she creamed around me, letting me settle into an incessant pumping rhythm.
I worked myself harder than ever before, driving in and out of her while she moaned with every thrust. I twisted my hips, angling for something new.
Her muscles began to tighten, convulsing. She was close.
“You’re mine, Bella. Every inch of you. Do you know why I needed my seed inside you?”
Her only response was her nails digging into my back.
“Because when I watched you… all I could see was your swollen belly. Those tits heavy with milk for our child,” I growled into her ear, rearing back just enough to see her eyes clenched shut. “That was weeks before I even approached you, darling.”
Her eyes flew open. Vibrant. So blue.
“You’re crazy,” she panted. “But I must be too, if I love you,” she managed, before her face twisted and her lashes fluttered shut.
I closed my eyes at her words.
At last.
Just as her cry erupted from her lips, I let myself go, feeling my cum spurt out, that wet heat as her pussy gushed around me, milking every last drop from me.
Utter perfection.
I stayed exactly where I was. Our bodies locked together, arms holding each other. My chest felt lighter now, from the confession I’d finally let out.
“Still think I should’ve let you start without me?”
Her only answer was a sleepy, satisfied hum.
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The following morning, everything had settled, and Isabella was ready to speak to Amber and Zach. I perched on the arm of her chair while the children sat on the couch opposite. My hand rested on her back, so she knew I’d back her up, should she need me to.
“Do you know why Clive wanted us to adopt one another’s children?” Isabella asked quietly.
Zach shook his head, and Amber looked curious.
“To protect you both, in case something happened to either one of us.” Her voice dropped lower. “I guess I failed your dad, when you left.”
I glared at Zach, but his eyes stayed fixed on Isabella.
“So this—it’s actually a good development, from what Amber’s told me. Clive would have been happy,” she said, as I gently rubbed my hand up and down her lower back.
Zach stayed quiet, though he looked to be processing everything—shock, confusion, then his features settling again. Amber’s knuckles had gone white from how tightly she gripped his hand.
“Mark and Zoe wouldn’t have been there for either of you, so we created our own little family instead,” Bella continued.
There was logic in that planning. I approved.
Zach sighed, looking almost defeated, and nodded slowly.
“Yeah. It makes sense now,” he said.
Amber looked up at him, her eyes soft, full of something unspoken. He was a better fit than Gollum, at least. That boy hadn’t a single backbone and had the shifty, nervous eyes to match.
I’d let Zach know I was watching.
If he broke Poppet’s heart, it would crush Bella, and that simply wasn’t happening.
The tension in the room eased as Bella began laying out curfews, followed by an extended discourse on the many benefits of contraception. I think even I rolled my eyes at one point.
But the children stayed respectful, even if their eyes were full of quiet rebellion.
I liked that spirit.