Out of breath and completely sated, I roll to the side, taking her with me. I make love to her mouth,
dipping my tongue in and out with slow strokes as if I were back in her pussy again.
“Hi,” she whispers as I pull away, a grin covering her face.
“Good morning.” Brushing the hair back from her face, I tell her, “We have to talk to your parents today. Get shit squared away so they understand I’m here for the rest of my life.”
She looks shell shocked at my proclamation. “Forever?” Her voice is so quiet I almost don’t hear the word, but her gaze says it all.
“I love you, Celeste. Have for far longer than I’m allowed to admit.”
“Do you remember the first time we met?” she asks.
“Hard not to.” I laugh. “You spilled an entire pitcher of lemonade in my lap.” A blush covers her cheeks.
“I’ve loved you since then. You didn’t get mad; you didn’t scream and treat me like some dumb teenager. You laughed and helped me clean up the mess.” She looks away shyly at first. “You pushed my hair behind my ears, and told me chin up, there were worse things that could happen in the world.”
“You were, what, sixteen?”
Christ, I’m a sick man.
“Yeah. My love for you then was nothing compared to the obsession it is now. If you hadn’t challenged me a few days ago, taken control, I’m not sure I’d have had the courage to follow through on my seduction.”
“You would have, baby. You were made for me.”
Leaning forward, I lay kisses along her lips, jaw, and neck, loving every single sigh and moan to pass her lips as I touch her.
“Come on, let’s get showered and go talk to your parents.”
With a groan, she allows me to pull her from bed and into the shower, where we make love again, and once more as we’re supposed to be getting dressed. This woman is going to be the death of my dick and I can’t fucking wait.
Celeste
Taking a deep breath for courage, I knock on the door of my lifelong home and pray I’m going to be able to get through this unscathed.
“Celeste?” My father opens the door. “Why in the world are you knocking?”
He scowls when he sees Martin beside me with a hand on my back.
“Because I wasn’t sure I would be welcome.”
His eyes widen, and I feel momentarily guilty for my doubts.
“You will always be welcome in your home,” he says, opening the door to prove it.
I wasn’t sure how I was going to do this, but I figure going as normal as possible might be for the best.
“Mom, Dad, this is Detective Martin Lynch. My boyfriend.” Marty smiles at me. Mom sips her mimosa and Dad looks at us all before making a move.
“It’s nice to meet you, Martin.”
I wasn’t sure he would catch on. I needed for him to let me do this my way. As they shake hands, a sigh of relief billows out and my chest unleashes the tightness around my lungs. I can breathe again.
It might be unconventional and a little weird at first, but as Dad gets to know Martin better, things ease up and soon we’re all laughing. Even Mom, who is two sheets to the wind already.
Around dinner time, Dad drops the bomb, though.
“Listen, Martin, we love Celeste; she’s an amazing girl.”