Page 61 of Damaged Billionaire Daddy
She sat up and looked out at the dry landscape. Windmills and long, low banks of solar collectors could be seen here and there. “How long?” she asked. “I slept through last time.”
“About three hours,” I reply. “Want to pull over and get something to eat? Or you can go ahead and catch a nap. The Honda isn’t as comfortable as the jeep we rented, but I don’t think Caleb is going to mind having the loan of the limo for the weekend.”
“Nap,” she said. “My tummy is behaving itself now, but Ido seem to sleep a lot. And we were up late last night. The girls wanted to give me a good sendoff.”
“Rest then,” I said, my libido now happy to just have her nearby.
At last, we made it to my great-grandfather’s log cabin. Caleb had slipped in earlier in the week to make sure it was well provisioned.
I parked the Honda, went up and unlocked the door. I glanced in. Everything was spit and polished, but homey and welcoming. The Murphy bed was open and made up with a bright, patchwork quilt. Trust Caleb to think of everything.
I left the door open and went back down to the Honda.
Kandy was just waking up. I scooped her up in my arms. She was no lightweight, especially with three months of baby inside her, but I managed.
She wound her arms around my neck. “I can walk,” she protested. “Richie! You’ll hurt yourself!”
I made it up the steps onto the porch, across the threshold, and set her down inside the cabin. “Mine,” I growled at her. “You are now officially claimed.”
She laughed, tipped her face up to me, and we kissed. It was a proper kiss, full of promises, care, and a lot of desire. Her lips tasted like her grandfather’s full bodied red wine and wedding cake. She smelled like her wedding bouquet of orange blossoms and her favorite shampoo.
The cotton of her sundress was crisp, her embrace warm and soft. Her baby bump was barely noticeable, just a slight rounding.
I was ready to go, but she gently reminded me, “Go make sure the car is secure, then close the door behind you.”
When I returned, she had changed out of her sundress and was lying on the bed wearing the baby doll pajamas I had purchased when we were there before. The crop top left hermidriff bare, and the shorts leg satin bottoms were cut high, making her legs look long and beautiful.
I knelt beside the bed, and ran my hand down her side, reveling in the warmth of her skin, the roughness of the lace top, and the silky smoothness of the panty.
I slipped two fingers beneath the bottoms. She was warm, moist, and ready. She reached for me, trying to pull me up beside her. Instead, I pulled her to the edge of the bed, letting her knees bend over the bright quilt surface so her toes touched the floor.
She shivered with anticipation as I slowly slid the satin PJ bottoms down her thighs and dropped them onto the floor.
This opened her to me. She was beautiful, like an orchid. Her skin was flushed with excitement. She started to sit up, but I caught her hands, gently keeping her in place. I ran my tongue up her inner folds. She tasted like fruit and flowers.
It was almost too much for her. She clamped her legs around me, trying to get more of my tongue, lifting herself to me, opening more. She was amazing and wanton, and it was all I could do not to simply take her without further preamble.
But this was our first time as husband and wife, and I wanted her to remember it with pleasure.
She cried out my name and accused me of torturing her. Inspired by her cries, I snaked a pillow off the bed, tucked it under my knees, and undid my trousers to release my erection.
I had never been more ready. I could not wait any longer. Kneeling beside the bed, we were perfectly matched, key to the doorway of delight.
I slid in slowly. She was more than ready. Her intake of breath was all I needed by way of encouragement. I withdrew slowly and she tried to follow me. I slid in again. Imaintained careful control, beginning a steady rhythm to which she responded eagerly.
We moved together in perfect unison, until we spilled over the edge into an orgasm as one.
Afterward, I climbed up onto the bed and held her in my arms. She kissed the bottom of my jaw, reminding me of how she kept me from making a total jackass of myself at Kayla’s wedding.
“I love you,” I said. “I love you, Kandis Lane. I’ll love you forever and always.”
“And I love you, Richard Lane. Forever, and light years beyond that.”
We laid together, softly touching, gently kissing, exploring, loving and sharing each other until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Chapter twenty-six
Kandis
