Page 75 of Constantine: Britain's Story: Part 2
“You messed up our routine,” I say to him. It looks like he blushes.
“I don’t want you to think that’s all we’re about, Britain.” That’s my fault. I told him once the lust fades, there’d be nothing left of us. I already know that’s not true.
“I know it’s not all we’re about,” I say, going on my tiptoes and pulling him down to my mouth. He wraps his arms around me, lifting me up with both hands on my ass cheeks, and I wrap my legs around him. He moves us, pinning me against the shower wall and I’m already soaking wet. So when I feel him near my entrance, I adjust slightly and he glides right into me.
“Fuck, Bambi,” he groans out as he thrusts against me and I run my hands up his neck, and into his hair.
“I wanted this the second I woke up this morning,” I whisper into his ear as he thrusts then grinds against me.
“Baby, there’s never a time I don’t want you,” he says, dropping his mouth to mine. We work together, pushing and pulling in our give and take. He pulls out slowly before slamming back into me, pinning his hips against mine, then whispers in a gravelly voice, “I want your pussy full and dripping my cum the rest of the day, so that when you’re sitting withhim,I’mthe one inside you.” His words set me on fire.
“Fuck, daddy. Yes, please. Pleaseeee…” I beg and moan, and I’m so fucking close.
“I want the whole world to know you’re mine, Britain. I want my ring back on your finger, yesterday. I want you having my babies, and I want everyone calling you Mrs. William Millar.”Jesus. I tilt my head back and moan out his name. “Do you want that, too, Mrs. Millar?”Of course I do.
I pant out in a moan, “Yes, daddy. I want that, too.” And with that, we both lose it. He roars, and I try not to scream when his name comes out of my mouth as all my muscles contract around him, over and over. His heat fills me, fueling me as I grind down against him, driving me into another orgasm right on the back of the last.
When the tension starts to leave his body, and our breathing slows, he rests his forehead against mine. “I meant what I said, Britain, but I can wait till you’re ready, okay?” I nod and he drops his mouth to mine. Gliding his tongue into my mouth sensually, my pussy clenches down on his still throbbing cock.I’ll be ready soon.I don’t say it out loud, though. He could stand to keep groveling.
He slides me slowly off his dick, setting me down in the shower. I duck out quickly to pee, but then come straight back to join him. While he’s scrubbing his body, I move under the massive showerhead and let the water soak me. When I step out and reach for the shampoo, he stops me. He puts a large amount in his own hand, working the suds up, then motions for me to turn around.
His fingers working the shampoo into my scalp feel fucking orgasmic. I think I even moan when his pressure increases. When he finishes my scalp massage, he places a gentle kiss on my shoulder, then says, “I’m going to take such good care of you, baby.” And I feel it in my bones. He’s going to take care of me and our family, and it’s like it’s all I’ve ever wanted — the way his words fill me up and soothe me. I want so badly to tell him I love him, but I’m going to wait. When the time is right, I’ll let him know.
He helps me rinse my hair, then apply conditioner, and when it’s time to scrub my body, he does all the work for me. Scrubbing an area clean, then covering it with kisses and love. He spends extra time on my abdomen, running a large hand over the area, then looking up at me from where he is on his knees.
“I just can’t believe our child is in there, Britain.” The look and smile he gives me after he says that makes me feel like a powerful goddess. That I am amazing and divine for carrying our child. He makes me feel like I’m magic. I look down at him, andpush a stray lock of hair out of his eyes, and smile back. He’s magic, too. My magic.
“This is the second time today you’ve gotten down on your knees for me, Liam.” I laugh slightly at that fact.I bring Liam Millar to his knees.
“If that’s what it takes, I’ll fall to my knees for you every day. You’re my queen, Britain.” He pulls my hand to his mouth, placing a soft-yet-sensual kiss there.
“We should probably finish up, our family’s waiting.” I give him a hand to help pull him back up, and he looks down at me with a radiant smile. I’m about to ask him what he’s smiling about, when he beats me to it.
“I like the way that sounds, baby.Our family.”Me too, Liam Millar.
TWENTY-SIX
Britain
I feel nervous and shaky when I send the text message.
Britain
Can you meet for coffee at noon?
His reply is almost immediate. I wasn’t expecting that after not hearing from him for days.
Matthias
Yes, at La Boulangerie?
Actually, I was wondering if we could meet at The Grounds in Spearhead?
This time the reply isn’t immediate. There’s three little dots that come and go multiple times before I finally receive a reply.
Why Spearhead?
I’m staying here right now.
