“Marcus,” I gasped as he lifted his head.
“I know, baby. Hold on,” he crooned as he lifted the cotton skirt of my casual sundress, and then stroked his fingers over my saturated panties.
My head fell back as the heat of his touch consumed me. “Yes. Now. Please.”
I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me after days of self-deprivation. I wanted him inside me, his hips thrusting over and over until we were both spent.
He crunched up the panties in his hand, and then tugged hard. “No more waiting,” he said, demanding.
“No more waiting,” I repeated as I felt the small piece of torn, silken material slip down my legs and to the floor.
My core clenched ferociously as Marcus stroked through my folds and his fingers entered my wet heat.
I moaned again as he teased my clit, ready to plead for mercy.
His hands finally grasped my ass, and he carried me over to the table and set my butt down on the edge. He cleared space with a wide sweep of his muscular arm, and I never mourned the expensive chocolate that hit the floor.
I craved Marcus so much more than I longed for any kind of chocolate.
I propped myself up on my arms and watched as he furiously freed his cock from his jeans.
“Can’t. Wait,” he growled. “Put your legs around me.”
“Don’t wait,” I pleaded as I obeyed his command. “Now.”
I inhaled sharply as he pulled my body forward and buried himself inside me in one powerful thrust.
“Yes. Just like that. No holding back,” I panted.
“I couldn’t if I wanted to,” he answered in a low, carnal tone.
It was hard and fast. Beautiful and frenzied. Marcus pummeled into me with a desperation that I returned.
“More,” I cried.
He gave me more, and then he did it again.
Keeping up his punishing pace, my body started to tremble as Marcus pounded into me with no mercy. All I could do was ride the wave of desire that had flooded me, and then took over my body until all I could think of was the man that seemed eager to drive me completely insane.
He tightened his hold on the cheeks of my ass, holding me in place while he kept stroking into me over and over.
“I need to come, Marcus,” I whimpered.
“Then come for me,” he replied in a raw, feral tone. He took a hand from my ass, and then found the spot I needed him to touch with his fingers.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” I let go and let the force of my orgasm take control. I rode the climax to a crescendo, my body writhing under his ministrations. My core started to spasm. The muscles in my sheath were trying to milk him dry.
“Marcus. I love you so much,” I screamed, my whole being trembling under the force of my powerful release.
“I love you,” he returned in a groan of pure relief, surging a few more times as he emptied himself inside me.
I sat up, threw my arms around his neck, and kissed him.
It was a long, leisurely embrace. I speared one hand through the hair at the back of his head, sighing into his mouth as he held me tightly. “Marcus,” I said in a whisper as I pulled my head back.
We clung to each other. I wasn’t sure how long we stayed in that position, but it took the puppy’s annoyed bark to snap us out of our own little world, both of us laughing as we finally pulled our satiated bodies apart.
I picked up my destroyed undies and tossed them into the garbage can without a single ounce of remorse.
I was rich. Marcus was rich. I could buy new panties. But nothing could ever replace what had just happened between us.
Money could never buy this kind of happiness.
I smiled as I watched Marcus give our new puppy the affection it wanted.
If I had the man I loved, I could easily learn to just buy my underwear in mass quantities in the future.
Marcus
Several months later…
“Harper is pregnant,” Blake announced without warning in a terrified voice.
My twin and I were hitting a few stores in Rocky Springs before we met up with Harper and Dani for lunch.
Strangely enough, we were at a specialty candy shop, and we were both looking.
I wasn’t really surprised that Blake’s wife was pregnant since I was pretty sure he practiced at getting her pregnant a lot. He adored his wife, and I knew Blake wanted kids, so I asked, “And this isn’t a good thing?”
He picked up a box of chocolates and then put them down again as he replied, “It wasn’t supposed to happen. She can’t have children, but I knew that when I married her.”
“Then how did she get pregnant?”
I was assuming he’d done it in the normal way, but I didn’t want to go there with my brother.
“It just happened. I guess it was possible, but highly unlikely. We’ve talked about adopting. We didn’t expect this to happen.”
“Congratulations,” I said as I clapped him on the back. “But you don’t seem happy.”
“I’m fucking terrified,” Blake confessed. “Everything is normal so far, but anything could happen. She lost a baby after we separated over ten years ago. My child. Our child.”
I knew women gave birth every day, but the whole situation seemed a little frightening to me, too. Hell, I didn’t know how I’d be feeling if Dani was pregnant. Someday, I’d probably find out, but I was glad right now that I wasn’t in Blake’s shoes.
“I’m sorry,” I told my twin in a hoarse voice.
I was sad that I’d lost a niece or nephew, and that Blake had lost a child.
“Thanks,” he said, his attention drawn away by an oversized candy bar. “I know it’s a good thing, but I’m afraid something might happen again.”
That sounded like a legitimate concern. “Is the pregnancy high-risk?”
“Not really,” he told me. “Everything is going well. I don’t want to tell Harper that I’m a wreck. We promised we’d focus on the positive, and she needs that right now.”
Blake and I had gotten closer over the last few months, so it wasn’t unusual for me to answer, “Then focus on the fact that you’re going to have a baby, and try to forget about something you can’t control.”
Easy for me to say, but I understood what loving someone as much as Blake and I loved our wives could do to a guy. Knowing his wife was pregnant and that she’d previously lost a child was probably eating Blake up inside.
“I’m happy,” Blake said in a decidedly unhappy voice. “I just wish the pregnancy part was over.”
I picked up a box of Dani’s favorite candy and held onto it while I followed my brother around the store. “Are you going to buy something?”
Blake startled like I’d just woke him up. “Yeah,” he said absently as he picked out a couple of different boxes and we moved toward the register to pay.
“How long until it’s over?” I asked curiously as I paid for my purchase.
“Six months, twenty days, and about twelve hours until her due date,” Blake said, stepping up to pay for his candy.
Poor bastard. He’ll crack. He’ll never make it that long.