Page 54 of Inevitably Yours

That was what he was thinking as he stepped into the now flower-free house. He was happy here, with these people he called family, and with his life in general. He had everything he wanted except Augusta begging for his cock while still reeling from an orgasm.

It won’t be long now.

0000:27.18…and counting.

“Well, don’t you just look as nervous as a long tail cat in a room full of rocking chairs,” Jan noted as she laced up her Chucks. She looked so wholesome in her denim capris and vintage Winger tee, with her hair in a ponytail. No make-up gave her an air of innocence. Then Gus’ eyes drifted to that blasted duffle bag.

“Jan.” That’s as far as Gus got before Jan shut her down this time. After her shoes were secure, Jan wrapped her arms around Gus and lingered for a moment, then she soothed the hair from her big sister’s face and walked away to grab water and a protein bar.

“It’s not open for discussion, Gus. You’re my sister, not our mother. I blindly supported you, and I ask that you do the same. Besides,” she turned with a bottle in one hand and a sparkle in her eye, “don’t you have more pressing matters to be concerned with. That sex clock is almost zeroed out.”

Jan tucked her provision in the side pocket of her bag and shouldered it. “And then it’s, brown chicken brown cow time.”

Burying her face in her hands, Augusta almost perished from embarrassment. “Stop calling it that.”

“What, sex clock? We just started calling it that, you do not even want to know the previous names,” Jan teased.

It was slightly disturbing how much January reminded her of Stacy. If she were to lay money on it, Stacy was probably the ring leader of the whole thing.

Her phone had been blowing up every hour on the hour with Stacy’s meme of choice. Mostly vulgar.

“Whatever, I never thought I’d encourage this, but get out of here and get to work. I need to get ready.” As Augusta walked her sister to the door, her phone went off yet again. I wonder what it is this time.

Jan grabbed her phone from her hand. “Oooo, it’s a sound file.” Jan pushed play and the voice of Marvin Gaye filled the room and Jan bounced around to “Let’s Get It On.” Gus snatched her phone back and shooed Jan off to work.

“Still better than the porn gif she sent me last hour,” Gus spoke to herself. It bothered her because it was inconvenient and embarrassing, but she wasn’t as mad as her reply texts indicated. It helped ease some of the tension.

John had repeatedly asked her if she needed more time. Even after she had the green light from the doctor, John worried about her comfort. She was more than ready. There was so much sexual tension between them, Tori teased she couldn’t be in the same room or risk getting knocked-up.

Even with their frank discussions about this night, John hadn’t repeated his words of love, so she refrained too. It wasn’t that he didn’t make her feel loved; he certainly did with every lingering touch and fiery gaze. Every little thing he did made her feel cherished, but she still longed to hear the words.

That was the source of her hesitation now. John took her reticence as only partial acceptance of his needs. Try as she might to soothe his troubled mind where sex was concerned, she couldn’t really do that one hundred percent without bringing up the dreaded L word.

The truth was, she felt more comfortable with that line of thinking than dealing with that awkward moment when one person says it and the other looks like a deer in headlights.

However, the drawback was, she was afraid John would still hold back. The way he had when she had been pregnant.

“Well, I just won’t let that happen, now will I?” Confident she could unleash his beast, she went to set up.

Once satisfied everything was in place, she got naked. For the first time since she had the baby, she examined herself in detail in the mirror, trying to get a good idea of what John would see.

With her belly still rounded and hips wider, she had more of a stacked appearance than before. Waif thin by nature, this wasn’t a wholly unattractive change. “Especially these bad mamas.” She grabbed her breasts and shook them at herself. She even squeezed the nipple to ensure she had pumped well enough. If not, the minute John touched her, she’d be leaking breast milk all over the place.

Gus was happy with her new body, and if John’s perma-hard-on was any indication, he was too. Satisfied with that, she turned back to the room. She did a double-check on the table for everything she thought John, and her, could want or need tonight.

One last check of the phone revealed another text from John. He said he wasn’t going to text again, maybe something’s wrong?

Something was wrong, all right, her phone was already supposed to be off and banished to the drawer. By opening the text, she had proven it wasn’t.

If you’re reading this, you need to stop stressing about tonight. I’m on my way. Now put your phone away and get ready to be worshipped.

It felt as if there was more to the text that John held back. It felt like he wanted to type something else but changed his mind. Maybe a “you will be punished.” But she didn’t expect that much, he was holding back for her, but she was prepared to dive in head-first. All he needed was to see she was ready and willing.

Gus had no delusions that there wouldn’t be an adjustment and learning period as they found who they were sexually together, but she did hope he could find pleasure in giving up control as well.

Over the last weeks, they had been open and honest where sex was concerned. If you’re not doing it, you might as well talk about it. Their discussions ranged from mild to outrageous. They had touched on many subjects, from toys to breath play. Some topics she was more familiar with, while others she had limited experience in. And some ideas were completely new to her, but Gus was excited to explore them with John.

She climbed on at the bottom of the bed and balanced on her knees, gaze fixed on the clock.

This is it.

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