real and so sweet.
“I can’t believe you saved yourself for me,” he says, looking up into my eyes.
“It was always you, Russet,” I tell him.
He presses a finger inside me and I gasp, the finger alone making my core tighten. There is no way all of his length can fit inside me.
“How?” I ask, and he grins.
“We’ll get your sweet cunt nice and ready, that’s how.”
His words send a thrill over me, and he begins to open me up nice and slow. My back arches as he moves gently inside me. He kisses my tummy, my pussy, my nipples, my neck. He fingers me slowly, knowing that we are in no rush. We are together now, that means we have forever.
I shiver, my entire body awake and perked up under his touch. “Oh, that feels so good,” I moan, reciting again for his cock, wanting to hold it — but then he adds another the finger to my entrance and there is nothing I can focus on except the rush of euphoria that rolls through me as Russet takes me to the edge.
I come against his hand, knowing my pussy is dripping, knowing everything within me is his.
“I want to feel you,” I tell him. “Feel you in me.”
He runs his hand over my hair, smoothing it down and then he kisses me again. My body is jelly in his hands and yet somehow I am more alive than I’ve ever been.
“Knock me up,” I tell him. “Fill me with your baby gravy.”
“Damn, girl, I love you,” he says, leaning over me and not making me wait any longer.
“I love you more, my sexy Marine.”
He blushes at that, and I like it, seeing the way my compliments affect him. He lowers himself over me and begins to ease his massive length inside my willing pussy.
I close my eyes, bracing myself as he fills me up. It’s not painful in a hurtful way … it’s in a pleasurable way. And then, I relax, the sensation so new and delicious that I can do nothing but laugh.
“Don’t laugh at a guy when he fills you up, that’s rule number one,” Russet says playfully.
“I wasn’t laughing at that … I was overwhelmed with all of this. With today. You. Us. Now.” I sigh, his cock deepening its hold on me. “Oh, God, Russet, this … oh…”
“You are so nice and tight, girl,” he moans as he moves against me, our bodies finding a rhythm and my heart hums with life.
I am his, utterly and completely and he’s going to give me a baby.
“I’m not gonna last long with a sweet virgin pussy like yours,” he confesses and it makes my heart skip, his words making me feel beautiful and powerful. Wanted and needed.
“Oh, Russ,” I moan, knowing it’s close. Him and I are both backed against the edge of pleasure and it’s washing over us, soaking us wet.
We come then, the ripple of the pleasure a wave I wasn’t expecting. I wrap my legs round him, needing him close, tight. Here. I close my eyes and savor the sensation of utterly and completely letting go.
When we get back to Mom’s house, whipped cream in hand, I don’t care if it’s obvious what Russet and I were doing.
There are plenty of worse things in life than giving your heart, mind, and soul to another human.
Mom doesn’t seem the least bit bothered. In fact, the kitchen counters are filled with food. “Just warming up some leftovers. Thought you might have worked up an appetite.”
I bite back a laugh as Russet’s fingers lace with mine.
Grayson walks into the kitchen, having just woken up from his nap as mom pulls out a Tupperware container from the microwave. “Just let me know if anyone wants more gravy.”
At this Russet can’t help but laugh. Neither can I.
“What’s so funny?” Mom asks, slicing the pumpkin pie.
“Nothing, Mom,” I say. “This looks just perfect. We all just have so much to be grateful for.”
One Year Later…
Russet
I expected Lindy’s house to be a little louder this Thanksgiving, but Grace has been sleeping for nearly two hours, tucked in a sling against my chest.
“This pie looks amazing, Mom,” Grayson says, his hand on the small of Johanna’s back — his new girlfriend.
“Thanks sweetie,” Lindy says as she slices it.
“Is there any whipped cream?” Autumn asks, walking into the kitchen and eyeing the pies.
“Oh shoot,” Lindy says. “I forgot for the second year in a row.”
“I can go get it,” I say. “It’s no biggie.”
“You sure?” Lindy asks and I nod.
“Not a problem,” I say, just as Grace begins to cry.
“Good timing,” Autumn says, reaching for our daughter. “She’s probably hungry.”
Autumn follows me to the living room and eases our little pumpkin out of this sling. “You know, Russet,” Autumn says. “I really don’t need dessert tonight.”
“Why not?” I ask, reaching for my keys and wallet. I am so grateful to be home for the holidays and not deployed. “You are the one who asked for the whipped cream.”
“I know,” my wife says with a smile. “But actually I’m pretty full.”
I frown, knowing Autumn has an appetite since she’s nursing around the clock. “What aren’t you saying?”
She grins, leaning in to whisper. “I’m saying you already gave me a second serving of baby gravy.”
My eyes widen. “Are you saying?…”
She laughs, cradling Grace, her eyes bright with love. “We’re pregnant again,” she says. “There is no end to our blessings.”
She’s right, of course. There isn’t.
And I pull my wife to me, our sweet little girl between us, and I kiss her lips. Forget the gravy, my girl is as sweet as pie.
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