Loving The Enemy

He turned my face to his with a finger under my chin and fed the tip of his tongue past my lips. I suckled it until he gave me more and soon I was turning completely around on his lap in the cooling water. I didn’t care. Our bodies were hot enough to keep the water comfortable as he lifted me enough to slip his cock back inside me.

I sighed into his mouth with pleasure as I felt him pierce me. That place deep inside was still sore but I wanted to feel that sweet pain again. “Do it again Jason.” I said the words into his mouth.

“No baby it’s too soon. I’m not going to hurt you.”

I pouted and sulked but he held to his word and refused to give in. “I’ll make it good for you baby I promise, just let me have you now.” His arm was like a protective band of steel across my back as he held me in place with his hand gripped tightly in my hair.

His free hand played around the globes of my sensitive needy breasts before he rubbed the callused palm over my nipple and I felt my body respond with a powerful clamping spasm that had his hot shaft throbbing inside me.

My body grew increasingly hotter at the feel of his hands on me. The way he touched me with such gentle reverence as if he was afraid I might break brought tears to my eyes. I didn’t realize they’d fallen until he wiped them from my cheeks with his thumbs. “It’s okay baby, I’ve got you.” How did he know how special and tender a moment this was?

When his arms came around me and he held me close to his beating heart I knew that he did understand. “Please don’t hurt me.”

“I won’t.” I hadn’t realized that I’d said the words out loud until he whispered those words in my ear. That only made me cry harder as everything came crashing down on me hard.

My body still moved up and down on him, taking him deeper and deeper into me even as my heart ached with love and so much more. When he took my head between his hands and looked deeply into my eyes the tears just came faster.

“Do you know the meaning of those flowers that you like so much? The color I mean.”

“No, I just like the color, why?” I smiled when he cleaned my face again with his fingertips.

“They mean love at first sight. I find that very apropos don’t you think?”

My heart tripped in my chest and I held my breath too afraid to hope. I saw something in his eyes, something that made me believe in that moment that everything in my world would be perfect. And then he opened his mouth and said those three magical words and I knew that it was.

“I love you pretty butterfly.”

“Oh…” It was very undignified and not my best moment but I started to blubber like a toddler. “I love you too.” It didn’t sound as stupid as I thought it would. In fact it was quite freeing. And when he laughed and called me his baby I felt my heart fly free.

Epilogue

EMILY

I waddled my way to the door as whoever was there kept their finger pressed on it. “It’s okay Celeste I’ve got it.” I took my head out of the book on motherhood I’d been engrossed in before the interruption.

My mother and mother in law were in the nursery having a battle royale over color schemes and whatnot. I like to stay out of the line of fire whenever those two go at it, because whoever gets in the middle, whether it’s Jason or I, they always end up turning on us.

Life has been nothing short of spectacular these last few months. After convincing him that I didn’t need or want a big wedding, we’d had a quiet little ceremony on a private island between California and Mexico, that so happened to belong to Simone’s parents.

The press, which had been hounding us since we went public, was none the wiser and we were allowed two weeks of peace for our honeymoon. That lasted until we returned home and that’s when I saw my husband in action.

He went ape shit when one of the photographers got too close one day when I was out on my own. I would’ve scalped the bastard myself if I’d ever found him, because he damn near cost me my freedom. Jason refused to listen to reason, or the fact that I’ve lived here my whole life and knew how to deal with the vultures.

According to him, no one was allowed to hound his wife and child. I had the right to walk down the street without assholes with cameras in my damn face. Nothing I said penetrated that thick skull of his, and by the time he was through with the photographer and the magazine he’d sold the pictures to, the word had gone out.