When Worlds Collide

“Not to worry, your mom will be looking for a replacement any day now.”

“But, then they’ll be out of a job, I can’t…”

“Calm down, what do you take me for? I already have some ideas but I need to talk it over with your dad first. I don’t want you to worry about anything, I will take care of it all,

I promise. Now show me that smile and then we’ll go see your parents.”

Her lips twitched and her eyes filled again so I took her lips to stem the flow of her tears. Her lips were soft and sun warm as I nibbled at them before feeding her my tongue.

The kiss soon grew very heated very fast and we were soon ravaging each other’s mouths.

My hand found its way under her shirt to cup her breast while both of hers fisted my hair as she rode the ridge of my cock.

I was close, damn close to releasing my boy and letting him have her. All the day’s pent up emotions; from fear of losing her to confronting a thirty-year old stumbling block, not once but twice. And lastly, putting my ring on her finger were culminated in that moment. I needed release in the worst fucking way.

You can’t fuck her here Ethan, you fucking promised. The warm firmness of her tit as it plumped under my hand was the best fucking thing I’d ever felt. Her tongue was soft and wet in my mouth as I pulled on it, and those soft animalistic cries she made into my mouth were almost my undoing. Still I didn’t bring it to an end, too greedy for the taste of her.

She ground her ass into my hardening rod and I enjoyed the feel until I felt pre-cum gathering at the tip of my cock. My free arm tightened around her and I teased her nipple into hardness to bring her off. It was only then that I eased up my hold on her.

“We have to stop before you make me cum in my damn pants.” Wouldn’t her parents appreciate that? She of course found that shit hilarious but we’ll see how funny she finds it on her wedding night.

She wasn’t quite done with me though, that fiery passion that I always suspected her of having hidden in her compact little body had been ignited. So I let her continue to ride my cock through our clothes, which she did on the sly, pretending to rough house with me, but I knew what she was up to.

I caught her moans in my mouth when she came again and slumped against me expended. We were both fighting to breathe and I had to grit my teeth and repeat my little mantra to gain some semblance of control. If I’d had a hard time keeping my dick away from her before, it was going to be damn near impossible after what just happened.

Once my mind cleared and the ringing in my ears subsided, I realized that she wasn’t moving. She was just a dead weight against my chest, kitten soft and sweet. I ran my hand up and down her back tenderly until she came back.

“You okay little baby?” I had my arms wrapped around her now, holding her close to my heart. She nodded her head shyly and I sat up still holding her and got to my feet.

“Do you need me to carry you again or can you walk, faker?”

“Nope, you have to carry me all the time now.”

“Fine by me.” I carried her as far as the path where she asked to be let down before her parents saw her. I didn’t have the heart to tell her they’d already seen me carting her off.

She ran ahead to where they were still standing close together talking. I met her there and signaled for her dad to follow me. “When you’re done come up to the house, Lucia, and bring your mother.”

Her dad followed me back to the house and into the study where I led him. I hadn’t passed anyone on the way and figured mom was upstairs packing. At least she wasn’t tearing the place down brick by brick. I didn’t fool myself though, that I’d heard the end of it. She wouldn’t be mom if she gave in that easy.

“Sir, Thomas, I guess you’ve heard already, but I wanted to formally ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage.” I offered him a drink, which he accepted before taking a seat. It was the first time he’d been farther than the kitchen I think.

“My wife told me what you were up to. You sure you know what you’re doing? My kid’s a handful.” He was so relaxed and convivial, nothing at all like my parent had been at the news.

“Yep, she’s my handful now.” I sat back in my chair with a grin.