"I want you," he whispers, his voice low with feeling now. "I want this family. Once I realized you were single, available... I was consumed with feelings, Manila. I love you."
I blink hard, a solid lump tightening in my throat.
"But I was scared to tell you, afraid that you would hate me. For hiring you for false reasons, for keeping this from you. I thought you wouldn't understand."
"Cassius. Stop." I tilt my head forward to rest my forehead against his, our eyes still locked. "Of course I understand. I love you, too."
"I want everything, Manila. You, the twins, a life together." He closes his eyes again, a crease of pain crossing his forehead. "I can't have more children. I'm infertile now. If you want someone who can, if you want a man who can give you more, I understand. But I won't ever give up on wanting you, and my children. You must accept that."
I pull him into a kiss before he can say anything else so stupid or insane. The kiss sears through me, the kind of kiss I feel all the way to my toes, to the tips of my fingers. When we break apart again, we're both breathing faster, our eyes glazed with desire. "I want you, Cassius. I want our life together. I want to raise our family, I want to watch our kids grow together. The twins are all I ever wanted from life; I didn't realize I could have more. I didn't realize I would ever meet a man like you." I kiss him again, and this time he kisses me back hard, desperate. "It all makes sense now," I whisper when we break apart. "The way you are with the twins, the way you care about me..."
"You are more than I ever expected, Manila. More than I could have ever dreamed of. I'll never get tired of being with you, touching you..."
My eyes sparkle as they catch his. "Promises, promises," I whisper, and he grins, too, leaning in to deepen our kiss.
Lucie gurgles at us, and we break apart, laughing. Life with kids.
He feeds Lucie and I feed Luca, both of us catching one another's eyes over the tops of the twins' heads as we do, a knowing desire sparking in our faces. Together, we change the twins, then lay them down to nap.
Only then does he take my face in his hands, tilt my chin up until we're nose-to-nose. He kisses me deeply, and we fall right back into place. Together, at last.
He pushes me down on top of the bed. Pulls off my pants, my shirt, my panties. I yank his clothes off too, desperate to feel his bare skin against mine. When we're both finally naked though, he tortures me by waiting, holding himself on both arms above me and gazing along my length, slowly taking me in, devouring every inch of me with that hot gaze of his.
I stare at him too, marveling at this man. The father of my children. The man of my dreams. I run my hands over his chest, tracing his muscles. I finger his pecs, his abs. Follow the sexy V down his stomach to his groin. Run my fingers across his happy trail, lower, lower...
"God you are so sexy," I tell him. But before I can grab his hard cock, he wraps a hand around my wrist. Lifts my arm in one sudden motion and pins it over my head.
"I could say the same of you, you dirty little mama."
Grinning, defiant, I reach for his cock with my other hand instead. "What are you going to do about it?"
Swiftly, he pins that hand too. He's strong enough to hold both my wrists in one hand above my head, making me helpless beneath him. I squirm in anticipation as he leans in to run his tongue up the side of my neck.
"I'm going to take what I want from you," he whispers, and I shiver, already feeling myself growing wet. "I'm going to fuck you so hard I'll put another baby inside you."
"Promises, promises," I repeat, and his eyes light up, on fire with want.
He uses his knee to force my legs apart, positioning himself between my thighs. He keeps my hands pinned and leans down to lick my chest, his tongue scouring my breasts, searing hot across my nipples, which harden as his tongue circles them in slow, teasing motions. When my nipples are hard as rocks, he lets his tongue graze them lightly, not quite biting, but enough of a sharp sensation to make me gasp.
"You like that, don't you, you bad girl."
I squirm again, arching my hips to try to press his cock against my body. "Fuck yes I do."
He positions his hips between mine. Trails his cock across my mound, over my clit, running the head of his dick between my slit. Not entering me. Not yet. "What do you want me to do to you, Manila?" he purrs.
"Fuck me," I gasp. "Fuck me hard."
That seems to be all the motivation he needs. Before I can prepare myself, he pushes his cock inside me. Thrusts deep into my pussy, burying himself to the hilt. His balls slap my ass, and I groan, my head falling back as I writhe on his thick cock.
"God you feel too fucking good," he growls through gritted teeth. In response, I thrust my hips up against his, grinding my clit against his hip bone.
He grins down at me, a dangerous smile, before he leans in to claim my mouth in his, his tongue exploring my mouth as he pulls back and thrusts into me once more.
He lets go of my wrists and I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he pulls my hips up off the bed. He tosses my legs over his shoulders, still keeping his cock inside me, so I'm arched against him, my whole body on display. He fucks me like that, his cock pressing against my front wall with every thrust, right along my G-spot. It doesn't take me long to feel the heat build in my chest.
I dig my nails into his back as he fucks me hard, relentless. I come with a shout, a little bit of my cum squirting between us as he keeps fucking me, his thick cock deep in my pussy. He hits my cervix at this angle, and it hurts, but the spike of pain feels so good that I don't want him to stop. The head of his cock slides back and forth, from my G-spot to my cervix, and my toes curl, my legs clenching around his shoulders as I come again, crying out his name.
He's getting close too, I can tell from the frantic, strong thrusts he's giving me. He moans my name, and I dig my hands into his hair, forcing him to look at me, to meet my gaze as his orgasm hits.
He growls, deep and guttural, when he comes inside me, his thick cum coating the walls of my pussy. He keeps fucking, thrusting into me, as the cum keeps spurting. Finally, he starts to slow, and I drop my legs from his shoulders, pull him down against me. His sweat-dusted body feels slick against mine, hard in all the places where I'm soft, and I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his shoulders, our faces pressed cheek-to-cheek, just savoring the feel of him. The smell of sex and sweat and both of us mingles in the air, and I love this, feeling him still inside me, filling me, our bodies exhausted from pleasure.
When he finally pulls out, we both groan faintly in disappointment. Though I do savor the hot rush of his cum, spilling down my thigh, trickling along the slit of my pussy and the crack of my ass.
He slides one finger between my legs to feel it too, and pulls his hand up, sticky with our combined juices. He spreads it across my chest, painting me in our sex. I grab his wrist and lean up to bite his lower lip gently. In response, he pins me against the bed, running his body against mine. Already, I feel him start to grow a little stiffer again, between us.
I arch my hips up to grind against him and grin, daring. "Is that all you've got, Daddy?"
His eyes light up at that, fiery hot. "Oh, just you wait, you dirty little mama..."