Zander #2
I know he’s four and doesn’t understand the magnitude of the words that are just a part of his normal nightly routine that ends with saying he loves his mom, and tonight he loves me because I helped put him to bed.
But it breaks down any last vestige of the man I was before I knew he existed.
That person is decimated. Struck by lightning and burned to cinders and ash, scattered away on the wind, leaving someone new behind.
“Oh, Zander,” Harlowe says when she softly closes the door and finds me leaning against the wall in the hall. I let Harlowe lead me into her bedroom with silent tears sliding unchecked down my face. She closes the door and turns back to me, concern etching her gorgeous features.
I grip her face with an urgency in my shaking hands, making her look at me, at the raw emotion that is gripping my soul, forcing her to be in this place of newness with me.
“I don't want to live another day without you in it. I fucking love you, Lowe, and I love that little boy we made, and I can’t get enough of either of you.”
She makes a choked sound and her eyes shine with tears. “That’s a lot to commit to so quickly. You don't have to jump in this fast. You can feel it out. I’m okay with that.” She rubs her hands up my arms, letting me have an out, giving me space to work up to the man she needs me to be.
“When have you ever known me to work up to anything? I go hard and fast after anything I want. I happen to be looking at what I want more than anything in the whole world.”
I let go of her face and reach into my pocket to pull out the ring that’s been burning against my skin since I put it there before I got out of the car earlier.
I drop to my knees because she deserves me worshiping at her feet, and she gasps, leaning down over me, starting to shake when she realizes the direction this is taking.
“Marry me, Lowe. I’ll wait for whenever you’re ready, but please, be my forever. Be my wife, the mother of my babies, the love of my fucking life. I’m serious. I can’t live another day without you by my side, making me the happiest man in the world.”
Harlowe collapses into my lap, letting me hold her close as she sobs on my shoulder, her arms around me just as tightly.
She is nodding against me and I feel my chest swell with a feeling of utter elation.
I stand and spin her around in my arms once, kissing her tear-stained face when she’s on her feet again.
I slide my hand along her arm until I get to her fingers and bring them down between us, sliding the flawless, five-carat emerald-cut diamond set in platinum onto the third finger of her left hand.
The main stone is set off with a diamond halo, the split band studded with even more diamonds, so everything sparkles almost as much as Harlowe does as she smiles up at me now.
“You do move fast,” she says wetly, but there is humor in her tone.
I brush tears off her cheeks with my thumbs, letting one trail down over her bottom lip, pushing it into her mouth and over her tongue.
I let her suck her tears off before I remove my thumb with a pop and drag it down her throat as she shivers under my touch.
“I should have done this five years ago, so no, it’s the slowest damn thing I’ve done in my life.
Take everything off but my ring and let me fill you with my cum.
We’ll see just how fast we can make another baby,” I say, my hands sliding down her back until I cup her ass and pull her against me so she can feel how I’m hardening for her.
Her eyes narrow with feline coyness. “If you want me naked, you’re going to have to undress me yourself.”
“There’s my little Wildcat coming out to play.
How quiet do we have to be with our kid down the hall?
Because you’re fucking loud when you come and if I have to stuff your panties in your mouth to keep you quiet, I need to keep those close by.
” I slip my fingers under the hem of her shirt and lift it up and over her head as she raises her arms.
“I turned his white noise machine on and he’s a sound sleeper, plus we’re on the other side of the house. Fuck me as hard as you want,” she says, her fingers making quick work of the buttons on my shirt and tugging it off my shoulders.
I push the cups of the lace bra away from her incredible tits and get my hands onto the supple flesh below, rolling her dusky nipples in my fingers.
“What if I wanted to make love to you instead? You’re still going to scream either way.
Would you like that as much as me ruining your pretty little pussy? ”
I toss her bra aside and slide my hands down her stomach to her jeans, popping the button and inching the zipper down.
She’s already made quick work of my pants, leaving them at my ankles as I toe off my shoes.
She shimmies out of her jeans and panties while I remove the rest of my clothes.
I guess we both got anxious and stopped worrying about who took off what pieces of clothing.
“You can do whatever you want to me. I just need that incredible cock inside of me very, very soon,” she says, looking down at where it’s straining between us. She reaches out and strokes me, the diamond on her finger looking incredible as it moves up and down my shaft.
Her hand feels so good, but I can smell her arousal from here, and when I look down, her thighs are already slick with it.
“Your dinner was delicious, but I want dessert now. I need you to ride my face and drown me in that sweet cunt.” Her eyes go wide as I take her hand and lead her to the bed, lying down and guiding her over me to straddle my shoulders.
“Hold on to the headboard and let me feast, Lowe.”
“Zander, this is too much. You won’t be able to breathe. Let me just lie down,” she says, hovering over my chin as I breathe in her sweet aroma deeply and feel my cock harden to a steel rod. Fuck she smells good.
“Did I say I wanted to breathe? I said I wanted to drown in you. That means I want to eat out this sweet pussy and have you dripping down my face. Now sit and ride my face. The only words out of your mouth need to be my name, harder, and more.” I hook my arms under her thighs and grab her hips, supporting her and keeping her tight to my face as I lick along her seam and take in my first taste of her tonight.
“Fuuuuuck,” I growl, the sound rumbling against her sensitive skin and eliciting a shiver through her whole body.
I flatten my tongue and swirl at her clit and she tentatively rocks her hips with the motion.
I hum my approval and lap at her again before I drive my tongue inside and hear her sharp inhale and the moan that gets me.
I fuck her with my tongue, letting her grind against my face as she finds a rhythm with her hips she likes.
“More,” she encourages, and I growl against her again.
I keep at her, moving to her clit and nipping the sensitive bundle with my teeth and getting a whimper, but she bears down harder on me and I smile at that.
I suck on her clit and her thighs start to shake, her hips rocking with more force, and she goes rigid, her moans turning to shouts of pleasure.
Her taste floods my mouth and I lap it up, letting her ride my face like the good girl she is.
I flip her onto her back before her waves have even finished and kiss her while she still coats my face. She kisses me back languidly, soft and sated with her release. “Best dessert I’ve ever had,” I tell her, kissing down her neck to her chest.
“I still want your cock in me,” she says, a smile turning up the corners of her mouth as she pushes up onto her elbows, following my path of kisses down her body.