Loving Hart (39 page)

Sliding a hand between us, he started rubbing my clit.  "I worship you
,
Delilah Hart."

I picked up a little speed, burying my mouth against his chest to keep my cries silent as I came.  As I crested
,
I nipped at his chest
,
and then sucked it as I tongued the spot I'd done it.  Pulling me tight to him, he held me as he came
inside of me
with a low
moan.

I didn’t move for a few minutes, soaking up the feeling of being together.  Eventually he announced that we were both prunes, and we both stood up and quickly re-washed before drying off and heading back to the bedroom.  I took a few minutes longer than he did because I half dried my hair, but he stood at the sink and watched me with a smile.

We got into bed and snuggled up, talking quietly about what we would do for the next few days.  He was anxious to get me an emergency appointment with my OB/GYN just to be on the safe side, and I wound up agreeing with him just to calm him down.

Laying my head on his chest, I traced figure eights over his heart.  "I hate that you had to go over there and see them last night.  Please don't do it again, no matter what.  I don't care if they go to the press and I don't care if they make a scene.  I only care about you baby, and I know that being there had to have hurt you.  If they try to talk to you again, I'll probably kill them with my bare hands.  This stunt they pulled is the final straw for your mother.  You have to cut her off, forever.  She isn't redeemable."

He agreed with me.  "I finally get that.  Knowing what she did to Dillon and Leah… I get that it was never about me.  She didn't fail me because there was something wrong with me.  She failed because there's something wrong with her.  I survived because of this family, got out of that house when I was a teenager without blowing it up because I had you to pull me through.  I have the family I was meant to have.  I'm done with Hank and Marceline for life, no matter what they try to blackmail us with."

We
continued talking for another thirty minutes or so before
we heard the clear sounds of t
he bed in the other room thudding
against the wall in the
age-old
rhythm of people making
love
, and we both laughed. 

"Jesus," he whispered, "I had no idea the acoustics were this bad.  Thank god we made love in the shower.  I'm pretty sure if Dant
e heard us going at it the way we do
, he'd go insane." 

Giggling quietly, I nodded
in agreement.  "You're right, it
's
one thing for him to have the basic idea, but it would be a whole other story if he
heard how crazy you and I get.
His brain would explode."

The headboard started
banging against the wall like mad, and I realized that Spencer wasn't the only person in the
house who had insane
stamina.  We could hear that Sabrina was trying to be quiet, even heard her te
ll Dante to hold his hand over her mouth, but you couldn't mistake that they were going wild with each other. Every time I would think they were finished, a few minutes later it would start up again.

Eventually I turned over so Spencer could spoon up behind me, and I fell asleep despite the continued banging on the wall.  I fell asleep with a smile, happy
that my brother was in love, and even
happier that I had Spencer for good
,
and that our baby was growing inside of me. 

It was a beautiful day to relax on the beach, and almost the entire family was camped out on blankets listening to the waves.  The only person we were missing was Aunt Sandra, but we knew that she was meeting with Flynn's manager and that
in a few hours
she'd show up with any details that she had.

It was the first time th
at we all came together as official couples
, and I drank it in. 

Dominique and Tally were frolicking in the sea, and I loved seeing how radiant Dominique was now that she felt free to be herself and show her love for Tally.  The only weird thing about their relationship to any of us was that Tally continued calling her Nik or Nikki, and since no one but Tally had ever called her that, it's taken some getting used to.
They've been together on and off for almost a year, permanently on now that the entire family knows and supports it, and it's clear to see how much they love each other.  Their every touch, every kiss and every smile is so clearly a promise of something bigger.  Seeing how unconditionally they love each other is a joy. 

Damien and Brooke were under an umbrella, and he had her pulled back against his chest as they both stared out at the waves.  He was forever touching her, constantly connected. I'd never seen Damien snuggle with anyone,
but he and Brooke were
always
doing it.
  He had to be telling her at least a thousand times a day that he loved her, because it fell out of his mouth
like he couldn't stop it from happening. Brooke smiles at him with such a look of wonder each and every time he says it
,
and he gives her that
same look right back when she tells him that she loves him too. 
Sometimes I think that I can
almost see
how bound they a
re to each other, literally. 
It's pure and true, and absolutely beautiful to witness. They're the newest couple of the bunch, and you can't miss how voracious their appetites are for each other.

Dante and Sabrina were lying as close together as humanly possible without being totally indecent, hands clasped together and placed against his chest.  He kissed her constantly, stared at her like she was a treasure he'd uncovered and he still couldn't believe his luck.  You couldn't be near them and not know that you were in the presence of two people that were madly in love
,
because it was so apparent.  The sexual energy all but arcs off of them, always right at the surface.
  I sometimes wondered how they got anything done without ripping each other's clothes off.

Delilah and I were under an umbrella of our own, with her curled up against my side.  We fit together like a perfect match, and it made me smile.  We're trying to
keep it under control
, but now that everyone knows that we’re together and we're free to be in love, our sexual energy has an arc of its own that is hard to miss. 
Now that we're "out" as a couple, I can't help but give props to us for keeping it under wraps for the last two years.  This love is the biggest thing I've ever known, the one piece of my world that will never be less than beautiful.  For twenty-two and a half years
,
I have loved this girl more than I've loved anything or anyone else, and our love continues to grow.  Every time I think that I've reached the capacity of love that a human could posses
s
, I find that I was wrong.  There is no fill line with my love for her, and I know that it will continue on
like that
forever.

She's right when she says that we were born to be together. Sometimes life gives you terrible things, plays you a hand that isn't right and has the potential to destroy yo
u.  B
ut if you give it time, the balance is there somewhere. There is always hope, always a way out somewhere.  My hope came into my life in the form of a tiny girl who scared the piss out of me so badly that I couldn't even pick her up for months.  Over time
,
I gave her my heart, and she held it safe, kept it from
filling with hate
,
or breaking entirely. The fact that she was there, that we're here now, tells me that miracles happen.  I was born for her, and I'll never let her go.

I was unlucky to be born to horrible people, but the family that I helped to create is magic.  In my heart
,
I'm praying that our family can now be the silver lining in Dillon and Leah's lives. 

Delilah and Dominique are hoping that Todd and Flynn will be a part of the family too, and I hope that's exactly what happens.  No matter what, I know that we will all meet the challenges ahead together.

Rolling onto my side and propping my head up on my hand, I started rubbing my hand over her belly as I smiled down into her eyes.  Leaning close to her ear I whispered, "How about we go inside and take an afternoon siesta?  I want to hold you and butter bean close."

Her smile was enormous, so beautiful it held my heart captive as she whispered back, "Butter bean and I would love to be held close… as soon as you finish making love to me."

Jumping up I grabbed her hand and the two of started to head for the house.  Over her shoulder Delilah shouted, "I'm tired so we're going to take a nap!"

Just over the sound of the waves I heard Damien yell, "No one was fooled by that
,
ladybug!"

I just laughed as we picked up the pace and ran to the bedroom
, but Delilah yelled over her shoulder, "Don't come inside for a while!"

We had a few hours before Sandra would return, and I planned to use them loving my beautiful angel.
  We got to the bedroom fast, and before I even had the door locked, she'd taken off her bikini top.  I growled when I saw that her nipples were already pebble
d. 
I flicked on the overhead fans and then took off my swim trunks before grabbing my fiancée and pulling her bikini bottoms off. 

Pushing her back onto the bed, I spread her legs wide as I descended toward her already glistening core.  I leaned in close, breathing her in before placing my hands under her ass and lifting her up and onto my tongue.

I loved her taste, loved how wet she got
,
and I especially loved the hot gushes of cream that she flooded my tongue with as I pleasured her.  She fisted her hands in my hair, pulling me into her harder as I tongued her just the way I knew she loved. 

"Oh baby, what you do with that mouth of yours is insanity. Is it wrong that I love your tongue almost as much as I love your cock?" 

Laughing, I shook my head back and forth over and over as I continued flicking her clit.  She came with a cry
that she tried to keep quiet.  I didn't let up, adding two fingers to the mix that I thrust into her that I set to work on her g-spot.  I fucked her gently with my fingers, rubbing that spot as I tongued her clit.  Her cream was drenching my mouth and my fingers, her breath coming in waves.  I pulled my fingers out and flipped her over so that she was on her stomach, then pulled her back and up so that I could tongue her from behind.  She shimmied and shook, quietly begging me to put my cock inside of her.

I ate her like a starving man, slamming my fingers inside of her dripping pussy as I kept at her.  Pulling my fingers back, I swirled them over her tight little rosebud.  Burying her face in the comforter, she screamed as I kept it up. Coating my thumb with saliva, I gently worked it into her ass.  She shrieked into the comforter again once I had it all the way in, then held on for dear life as I fucked her ass with my thumb and her pussy with my fingers.  Pressing down with my fingers, I worked the front wall of her, targeting the g-spot again.  She lasted for less than two minutes before she came with a cry, soaking my fingers with her cream.

Standing up, I pulled her to the edge of the bed before shoving my insanely hard cock inside of her.  Her pussy rippled hard all around me as I slid in and out, giving her time to open fully for me before I picked up speed.  I went slowly, gently back and forth until I heard her moaning, begging me to do it harder. "I need you hard Spencer.  Hard!"
  I held back, afraid it would hurt the baby.  Sensing what was holding me up she said, "I looked online, it's fine.  It won't hurt the baby.  Make me come!"

I let myself go, thrusting into her fast and hard, holding her hips tight as I plowed in and out.  She gushed and shook under me, screaming into the comforter as she clenched and unclenched around me.  I'd never seen her so wild, and I struggled to hold on.  She came again,
drenching my cock
as I continued pounding her tight heat.

I heard her talking, knew that she was saying something but didn't immediately hear her.  Slowing down I said, "What baby?"'

"Turn me over.  I want to see your face when you come."

Pulling out, I turned her over before spreading her legs and sliding into her heat again.  There is nothing in the world that compares to being inside of Delilah, no other connection that has ever mattered so much to me.  Intense is a laughable understatement of a description. 

Wrapping her arms and legs around me, she held me close as I thrust in and out.  Placing my hand under her head, I pulled her mouth up to mine so that we could kiss.  Her tongue danced with mine, the slide and slip of us working our tongues against each other
was
exquisite.  I groaned into her mouth as she clen
ched her muscles against me
, driving me crazy as she milked my shaft. 

Her hands were all over me, running up and down my torso, rubbing my arms, scratching at my shoulders.  The whole time, we kept our eyes open, the connection absolute.  Pulling
my mouth from hers, I stared into her eyes as I thrust.  She pulsed around me, her chest flushed and her eyes glassy with desire as I worked her over.