“I’m serious.”
“I know.”
“Your place?” she asked, standing.
“Sure.”
We had put the sleeping Jeepers in a carrier to bring him with us, Shae somewhat paranoid about leaving him alone again. The elevator was taking a bit too long, so I swooped Shae up into my arms — baby, Jeepers, and all — and carried them up the stairs to my apartment. Dropping Jeepers off on the couch, we continued into the bedroom.
I could hardly get Shae’s clothes off fast enough. Luckily, she was wearing her scrubs, so they came off rather easily. Her sneakers were still on when I started licking her pussy, Shae moaning loudly, running her fingers through my hair. I licked her to a screaming, shaking, beautiful orgasm, getting her ready for what was coming next.
Leaving her in basically the same position — the edge of the bed being our favorite kind of sex, I put her legs over my arms, knees flush with my elbows, and stroked the head of my cock against her precious pussy. Stoking her up even more than she already was. When she was literally trembling with anticipation, I eased in the first few inches of my long cock, basking in the lovely feeling of her luscious pussy closing around it.
When I was in as far as I could go, I started to move gently inside her, leaning down and kissing her passionately as I did so. Shae moved her hips as best she could, trying to keep pace with my thrusts. It wasn’t close to the first sex we’d had, but it really was the best. All the stress and concern so present during the other times was now completely gone, leaving nothing but us and our love. We were entirely present for the moment and feeling better than when we had ever dared imagine.
Thrusting softly into Shae, I lovingly worked her tender pussy, pressing at different angles and at different speeds. With each stroke, we kissed or looked into each other’s eyes, making our connection deeper. It truly felt like we were one. Our love was manifesting into the movements we made. I had never felt so close to someone before. It was awesome. The near Zen look on Shae’s face was filling me with a warm joy.
As we moved and writhed together, the friction between our bodies increased. Her pussy, such a perfect fit, got hotter and tighter. My dick was straining.
Here was my love. My life. And she was carrying my baby. Life had never been so perfect before.
Shae gasped. She threw her head back, breaking our connected gaze, but thrust her body towards me. I felt the beginnings of an orgasm in her. Her pussy quivered. It heated and gripped me hard. I couldn’t stand it, letting go and unleashing all of my seed into her waiting womb. As my dick squirted, her pussy released and pulsed around me. We came together, breathlessly.
I held her tight, not ready to let go. I never would be prepared to let go.
Epilogue
Shae
A great acting teacher once said, there are no small parts, only small actors. I wondered if the same logic applied to art galleries. The space was undoubtedly small, but it was also centrally located in Vegas, and Dixie seemed happy as a clam just to be there. She was smiling and mingling as though the opening were being held at the Guggenheim.
This could have had something to do with the fact that the vast majority of her work had SOLD stickers on them. And the prices on the tags next to the hanging art were not modest by any stretch of the imagination. I had wondered how Dixie had managed to afford all the adventures she had gone on with grandpa’s pension. Suddenly I had a much better idea of how she lived.
The critics agreed with the buyer’s enthusiasm, most of them raving about Dixie’s technique and her honest and insightful perspective on the trials and joys of aging. Though, honestly, all I saw was a lot of naked old people.
As we continued to browse the paintings, Chris by my side and little Bridgit kicking away in my belly, my love suddenly stooped, getting an odd look on his face. I could tell he wanted to swear but didn’t seem quite able to settle on one a word bad enough.
“What’s wrong?”
“She actually did it.”
Indeed, Dixie had. Among the usual cadre of naked people was the paining Grandma did of Chris. She had somehow expanded it to three feet of canvas, and he was indeed entirely nude. Fortunately, Dixie had hidden his manly bits behind a tastefully placed, and relatively large, bowl of fruit.
It really was difficult not to giggle, his expression just so stricken. “Look on the bright side,” I said between giggles.
“What might that be?”
“She made you so ridiculously muscular no one is going to believe that it’s you.”