Forever the One (Always and Forever 3)

I drop my head and for the first time in a long time, I cry. I never fucking cry. Call me the typical asinine, macho, complexed male, but men don’t cry. Crying is for the weak hearted people who can’t handle their shit—that’s me now. I’m scared I made her love me out of force and not free will.

I’m scared Joel is gonna come and take her from me, take what’s mine. I love Lana and I fear I can’t protect her. I’m brought back to all the moments in time where she needed my saving and I couldn’t or better yet, didn’t. I could have saved her long before I really did.

My shoulders shake, the water’s burning my skin and my hands are splayed on the wall in front of me. Here in this shower the big two hundred and twenty pound man stands hopeless. I failed her—again.

“Baby?” Sniffing, I lift my head and flex my jaw, attempting to mask my tears. Turning I face Lana’s naked form climbing into the shower. She shuts the door, trapping us in the glass enclosure, my body acutely aware of her presence.

“Hey sweetie,” I cough, erasing the reminisce of my breakdown. “What are you doing out of bed? You should be resting.” I reach out to her and sweep her hair from her alarmed face.

“I could hear you, baby. Are you okay?” she asks reaching up to touch my face, standing on her tippy toes to get as close to me as our height difference will allow, our son sticking between us, her now pronounced belly touching just above my hips.

“I’m fine angel, it’s okay.” I don’t want to be anything else but strong in front of her during this time, she needs my strength.

“No, Kings, don’t hide from me. I know you’re upset, this is affecting you too.” I look down between us, my eyes gazing down at her beautiful body between us. Her breasts have grown some with the pregnancy, but they’re still small, the water from my hair falls on them then slides from there to the swell of her belly. Inside that belly my son is waiting to join this world, to come be with his mother and me, making my fear more prominent.

“I don’t need you stressing about me, baby. I’m fine. We need to get you and little man healthier.” I turn away from her to turn off the water and get her back into bed. I don’t get the chance, instead Lana’s turns me back to her.

Sliding her hand from my shoulder and around my neck, she pulls me to her, her soft lips landing on mine. The water cascading down over us, between our lips, the wet plush of her lips on mine starting a deep aching desire in my chest.

She pulls from me a little and I open my eyes to see her beautiful ones staring into mine. “I know this is scary, I’m afraid too.” Our noses touch and she pecks my lips a few times. “What can I do to make you feel better?” Her asking is my invitation to seek the truth.

I need answers before I make my next move. I need her to destroy any insecurity that I have. For the first time I’m experiencing insecurities and the psychological fix to them is the woman standing here with me. Removing my hands completely from her body and stepping under the water a little more, my back being pounded on from the fall of water, I engage her.

“Do you really love me, Lana?”

“Kings of..”

“No, Lana. On your own accord, by the true feeling inside of you, do you and did you fall in love with me by your own choice of heart?” Closing the gap between us she brings her closed fist down on my chest, it doesn’t hurt me but there is enough force in it to get my full attention.

“Don’t shut me out and don’t compare the way he made me fall in love with him to the way I fell in love with you. With him I fell in love because of the idea of what love could be.” She stops, biting her lip, those damn tears forming in her brown eyes. “I fell in love with you because it was fate. You were the greatest journey on a smug, sexy, loving, heroic, and cocky paved road to destiny. I love you, Kingston, because you’re my one and only true love. I will never trust or love another man the way I trust and love you. What can I do to show you that, baby?” her feminine voice cries out to me.

My restraint breaks and I give into her. Leaning down to her eye level, I descend my hungry lips on hers, kissing her with a fever so fucking strong, an electric current passes back and forth between us. Flipping us, I take four steps back and find the bench in our shower, planting my ass down, her still standing form bends with me. Not wanting to, but needing to, I detach our lips and give her a smoldering look.

“Make love to me, show me how much you love me.”

“Yes, Kingston.” I watch her drop to her knees and my dick hardens. Her hands separate my knees as she gets as close as she can with her stomach against the bench. Dipping her head she keeps her hands spread on my thighs, while her pink tongue swirls around the crown of my cock.

“Ohh, babe,” I moan, moving her damp hair from her face, giving me a full visual of her lips and tongue on me. Feeding another inch of me into her sweet mouth, my hips thrust a little at the sensation.

I watch memorized as she takes me a little deeper than she did last time she sucked me off taking slow, relaxing sucks with each bob of her head. I help her ease me halfway when she finally wraps her long thin fingers around my thick shaft.

I feel the familiar tingle in my spine and the rush that comes when I’m about to come.

“Baby, I’m gonna come, let’s go to bed.” Instead of stopping and listening to my warning, she cups my balls and rolls them in her hand. Fuck, that feels so damn good and my God where did she learn that shit?

A few minutes later, I give in, letting her take me over the edge. I pull her hair and warn her one more time before I lose it and like the generous siren she is, she tightens her lips deliciously and looks up at me while I release my warm load down her throat. I don’t throw my head back, I don’t want to miss any second of this. My jaw drops and I breath heavy while looking down at Lana, her hand and mouth drawing up my cock, taking every amount of come that I have.

I help her up and reach for the shower knob switching it off as fast as I can. We’re still comfortably silent, arousal and need growing more palpable with each passing second. Stepping out first I help her out after me.

“Come here, beautiful.” Spinning her and pulling her back to my front, I wrap one arm around the front of her neck gently while my other bands around her breasts. Her hard nipples dance across my arm and my dick starts to harden again. I love her breasts, I always thought big tits were sexy, but her natural small ones fit my hands perfectly making her my feminine little woman. She turns her head and kisses where her lips can reach on the edge of my jaw. I walk us toward the bed foregoing towels. She looks way most natural in nothing but drops of water.

I stop at the side of the bed. Turning in my arms she looks up at me, waiting for me to tell her what to do next. I want to taste my girl, have her sweet cherry taste on my tongue.

Lifting her up with my two hands on her ass I set her in the middle of the bed then kiss her softly. Nudging her cheek with my chin I whisper against her ear, “Lie back, spread those tiny thighs.” I stay where I am, the side of our faces less than an inch apart, until I feel the air move between us as she nods yes. I grab the pillow and ease it under her bed of damp hair so she can watch me make love to her with my mouth.

I watch her as she watches my slow descend on her. With the first swipe of my tongue on her slit, we both release cries, my growl matching her moan. I love tasting my woman, her scent will mark my face where I’ll taste and smell her for hours. Her eyes slide open again while I circle my tongue around her entrance, letting my tongue plunge in every few sweeps. She’s still unbelievably tight and I don’t understand how I can pound my monster cock into her snug pussy and it still be so tight—like a virgin.

“Kingston, that feels so good.” I smirk cockily. Rewarding her compliment, I bite her clit ever so lightly. Shooting up from the bed she screams into the air, gripping the sh