CHERISH (31 page)

He’s pumping his fingers, shoving them deep then curling them into that special spot, all while his mouth works magic on my hard nub. I let everything else fall away as he growls into me and I let my head fall back, spread my legs until the muscles pull and ride his face just the way he likes.

“Fuck.” I breathe the word that only comes out of me when I feel this way, only ever with him.

My body coils, then bursts, and I cum with a shudder, his name and God’s name coming from me over and over. But still he doesn’t stop until he pulls another body shaking orgasm from me and stars dance in front of my eyes. My fingers clutch at the sides of his head, holding onto him until I settle back to earth.

Before my climax fades, I feel his hands on my hips.

“Lift your ass, babe.” He lets go and I dig my heels into the bed as he stuffs two fluffy pillows under me, raising my open pussy.

I open my eyes to see him on his knees, his thick cock in his hand, stroking himself as his eyes dance over my body.

“I can’t wait to suck those tits when they’re full.” He leans in and rubs this cock head into my soaking opening. “That baby better leave some for me.”

“Ummm, you are insatiable.” I shake my head, raising my arms to the ceiling. “Look at me! I’m a whale.”

He spreads me with the tip of his dick and my breathing stops. He penetrates me with his cock in one thrust, making me groan and sink into the feeling of being stretched and owned by him. He splays my knees farther apart with this hands and I can feel him practically in my womb.

“I love you like this. Well fucked and full of me. Full of
us
.” He pulls out and drives back in as I stretch my arms over my head and let him have all of me.

I push up on my feet, meeting his strokes as we watch each other. He speeds his movement, bringing his hand down and his thumb works on my clit. I moan and close my eyes.

“Go there babe. Go to your special place. Cum for me.”

He’s churning in and out, filling me with his thickness, circling around and around on my nub until I feel the curl in my toes. The tingle gathers low and I’m lost again, my body gushing onto his cock and I feel him jerk and spray inside, cumming along with me.

When my breath starts to slow, he leans down and peppers kisses on the mound of my belly. That's when I feel the first twinge.

“Beck.”

“Yeah babe.” He brings his hands to my tits, cupping them until he manages to work his body over me. He settles his mouth on one nipple, drawing hard and another tightening spasm hits me.

“Beck!”

“What?” He looks up, startled. He gets so lost in what he’s doing.

“You’re done. The baby . . . it's time.”

Four hours later Beck is brushing my hair from my face and wiping the back of his hand across his cheeks. He didn’t leave me for one moment. And I’m not sure, but I think I threatened his life at least once.

“You’re a fucking rockstar.” He looks at me with pride, then settles his hand on top of the tiny head laying on my bare chest. “And I never thought I’d say this, but she’s as beautiful as you.”

I lean my face down to breathe in the scent of our baby. It’s more intoxicating than any liquor and more addictive than any drug. I want to breathe her into me.

My labor happened so fast that the midwife barely made it to the house in time, but I think Beckett and I would have been fine without her. She's still here now, straightening and cleaning up, filling out some paperwork, but Beckett and I are already lying together in our enormous, pillared, king-size bed.

The midwife's name is Nadine. She wears these purple spectacles and ties her hair in a bun. I'm sure she's someone's grandmother. She's trying to keep a low profile, to give us our privacy, and it seems to me that she's very small, barely visible as she moves around the room. But then she's there, by the bed, and she's got a pen and a form.

“So?” She smiles over the top of her spectacles.

I turn my head toward Beck and he nods.

“Cherish.” I say, and Beckett kisses my temple. “Cherish Emily Henderson Fitzgerald.”

“Beautiful.” Nadine scribbles on her paper, then turns and makes her way out the bedroom door.

It’s early morning, the sun is coming up, and Beckett’s slow, easy breathing comforts me. For just a moment, I think of my mom. I wonder how she felt at this moment, when she held me for the first time. I let out a slow exhale, comforted by the fact that the thoughts of her come and go without any sadness.

“This is just the beginning.” Beckett runs his knuckles down my cheek, then grazes his fingertips down my chest and around the outside of my breast. He’s admiring me, I know the look, but the depth of it has changed and it makes me shiver when I see the look in his eyes. “We’re a family. We will always be a family.”

His soft caresses send chills over my skin and he immediately reaches down to pull the clean white sheet up over half of me. The warmth of his breath is next to my ear and I close my eyes, pulling Cherish tightly against me. Her tiny body, with its clenched fists and wrinkly toes, is perfection beyond any definition I’ve ever known.

Six Months After

Promise

I’ve learned that you have to work at being happy. It's a process, not just somewhere you show up. You don’t hop off the Greyhound from Sucksville one day and decide to settle in Happyland.

And that’s okay with me, because you can have a lot of fun along the way.

The smell of the charcoal and the mesquite chips on the grill swirl in the breeze that drifts through the kitchen from the deck. Beckett is whistling for Henry, who's out chasing the chickens again.

Henry was Jordan’s twelfth birthday present. He’s a shelter jewel, with eyes that look like spun gold and a short fur coat that is the perfect shade of melted chocolate. When Beckett brought him home he was ten pounds, now he’s rounding out the scale in the mid-hundreds and he just can’t seem to convince the chickens he’s one of them.

“Hey babe.” Beckett stomps through the screen door to the kitchen. He’s as magnificent as the day I saw him in Windfield. He’s shirtless, his torso calling out for my hands.

“Hey back.” He comes up behind me as I turn into the counter where I am busy flipping and flouring a loaf of bread, hoping it will rise in time to bake for the barbecue.

The way he pulls me back into him will never get old, the way he sets his lips on my neck and wraps his arms around me. He smells like the summer breeze, fresh cut grass and mesquite. My belly flutters as I settle the dough on the marble countertop to sit for the next hour.

“I love you.” It rumbles out of him as his lips work the shell of my ear, then down my neck.

Every woman in the world should be kissed like this, not just once but many times a day. He is a master of the neck, the cheek, the ear. He lightly traces his tongue and lips down to the base of my neck, pulling the strap of my sun dress off my shoulder and continues making me shudder and sigh.

I know what’s coming and I welcome it. Nothing has tamed his lust for me and I can’t remember once that I’ve turned him away. He knows me, knows what I need. I trust him more than I trust myself most of the time.

“Cherish upstairs?” He whispers in my ear, then continues kissing and making love to my neck with his mouth.

I manage a nod, because words are not possible. My belly is cartwheeling and I’m already soaking between my legs. Panties are a rare part of my wardrobe, as is a bra, because that’s the way Beckett likes me, but also because it’s who we are. We’ve been married a year, we have one perfect angel upstairs sleeping already and Beckett is determined to put another one in my belly as quickly as is safe.

Cherish is six months old today, and we said we would wait six months to really start trying again. Beckett’s already filled me twice this morning with loads of his cum, and from the feel of his warm lips on my neck, and the monster hard-on he’s pressing into my ass, he’s about to make that three. We don’t use any birth control, so he’s cum inside me more than a few times, times when we both were so lost in the moment that it happened. But since Cherish was born, for the most part, I’ve been swallowing and wearing a lot of his cum.

“Beck, my hands are a mess.” I manage to choke out the words as he lifts the back of my dress over my ass with one hand while the other snakes around, over my belly, under the hem of the yellow fabric to settle his fingers firmly between my legs and gently squeeze. “And they’re going to be here any time.”

“My house. My girl. My rules.” He growls. “We fuck when I want. Where I want. How I want.”

I smile to myself. As I said, I would never refuse him and sometimes I wonder what would happen if I ever did. I’m pretty sure it would involve him throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me off like a caveman. He knows me better than I know myself, knows what I need and what’s best for me and the trust I have with him is bottomless. Sex is not a chore, not something I do
for
him, it is the beauty of what we are together. I’m as horny for him as he is for me. Sometimes more. We’ve managed to get through a lot of challenges already in the year we’ve been married, but it’s been the happiest time of my life, and this is a big reason why.

He grabs my pussy with his hand, squeezing until I gasp and grip the edge of the counter top.

“Mine. All mine.” He rumbles. “Tell me.”

“I’m yours. Always and only yours.” I know instinctively what he wants and needs to hear, and I love giving it to him because it’s true.

I hear the sound of his zipper as his fingers begin to swirl around my clit. I’m soaking already and my body relaxes as he works his magic fingers through me, then begins pushing them into me.

“I’m going to fuck you until we’ve got another baby in that beautiful belly of yours.”

He drives two fingers deep inside me. His hands are magic, he’s learned just the right rhythm, the mixture of teasing and stroking my clit and pressing inside me with his long fingers until I burst and drench his hand.

“What’s your job?” He asks, his lips moving onto my neck, nipping and licking until I’m utterly helpless to the desperate need he creates inside me.

“To cum for you.” I barely whisper, my body already tense. My thighs beginning to quiver.

He slips a third finger inside me and the pain and fullness are more than I can take. I’m so close and he knows just what to say.

“That’s right. That’s my good girl.” His lips and tongue are on my neck again. “Such a good, good girl.”

Those are the magic words and I shudder and cum with a long moan. My body tightens around his probing fingers, but he keeps them moving until I ride out the last of my shaking climax.

I’m out of breath as he grabs me around the waist, spins me around and hoists me effortlessly to sit on the counter. He settles my ass at the edge and I look down to see him release his monster and stroke himself a few times, smiling at me.

“You want this?”

His cock is nearly as beautiful as he is. He has truly made me crave him, there is nothing about sex with him that is off limits, dirty or shameful. He has made me into what I am now, a sex toy, his sex toy, and I wear that badge with honor.

“Yes. Please Daddy. I want.” I bite my lip as he lowers his head between my legs.

I grip the edge of the counter as he clutches my legs, pushing them wide as my back arches and his tongue takes a long, slow lick. My thighs shake as a jolt of pleasure rockets through me.

He comes up, meeting my eager mouth with his as I taste my orgasm on his lips. His tongue plunges inside my mouth as he guides his granite hard-on into my drenched pussy in one slow, deep stroke.

His fingertips dig into the top of my ass, pulling me to the edge of the counter and seating his cock so deep I feel him pushing at my limit. He’s so thick it still sends a flicker of pain when he stretches me.

He moves slowly for the first few strokes, but I feel the tension in his shoulders as I hug him and hang on. The slow, gentle strokes don't last long. He growls into our kiss and pulls back, teasing me with just the tip of his cock inside me. I whimper and he brings his lips to mine, holding them there.

His lips curve into a smile as he sucks my tongue into his mouth and slams his cock into me with such force my head bangs against the cabinets, making me gasp and laugh.