Page 26 of Kayden: The Past
“I’ll make a doctor’s appointment and see if there is something else wrong. Let’s not get too worried until I hear what they have to say.” She rubbed my stomach, trying to offer me reassurance, but I knew Danielle. I knew she had to be a nervous wreck at the idea of a baby. She didn’t have a job that offered maternity leave, and she worked on her feet all day. It wasn’t the best job to have with a belly and body aches.
“Okay. Either way, I’m here for you. I love you, Danielle.” I kissed her lips and pulled her into my arms.
“I love you, too, Kayden.”
I held her in my arms that night and barely slept a wink. I stared at the ceiling for the entire night. I could tell you every spot and shape on that colorless surface. Were we ready to be parents? Could we be good parents? I didn’t want to bring a child into a relationship without being husband and wife. It was one thing I was old-fashioned about. I believed a child should be born in wedlock. I could understand why it happened a different way for others, but we didn’t have anything stopping us.
The doctor confirmed her suspicions the next day. We were going to be parents in a little over seven months. I’d thought about nothing else all day and came to terms with any fear that I had. We’d make the best out of the situation and show the baby all the love in the world. I’d always wanted children, but I’d thought they would be planned. “I know this isn’t romantic, but will you marry me? I love you, Danielle, and I want our child to be born into a family. Will you be mine?”
Tears formed in her eyes, and the corners of her lips crept up her face, causing her eyes to form little slits and allowing the drops to cascade down her face. “Oh, Kayden. I’d love to marry you, and I’ll be yours always.”
I kissed her lips, filled with all the love I felt and my joy to make her mine with a bundle of joy on the way. “Do you want a big wedding?” I prayed she’d say no. We had money saved up, but I felt we’d need that for when the baby arrived. We couldn’t live in this tiny apartment forever.
“No, I’d rather just elope or something. Just us. I don’t have a big family, and I stopped talking to my mom about the time I started dancing. I don’t give a fuck about anyone, and we need to save our money, Kayden.”
“I’ll do anything you want.” I meant those words. “The sooner, the better.” I wasn’t going to drag out the engagement and allow this relationship to fall apart. Usually, I learned my lessons the first time, and I tried never to repeat the mistake again.
“I don’t see a reason to wait. I can’t believe I’m going to be Mrs. Kayden Michaels.” She seemed proud when saying our names mingled together.
“You’ll be mine. How about a honeymoon?” I asked. We could both use a little time off and get away from the real world for a while.
“I’ve always wanted to go to the Poconos. Is that okay?”
“Anything you want. I’ll make the reservations.”
Within two weeks, we were standing in front of the justice of the peace saying our vows. Getting married at the courthouse wasn’t the large, drawn-out production I’d become accustomed to attending. It took under five minutes for him to go through the lines and for us to repeat them, sealing the deal and officially making us husband and wife. We were legally bound together. It was a shotgun wedding, but the impending birth of our child made me take the leap that I’d avoided with Bridget, and for that, I was grateful.
“What are you doing?” Danielle screeched as I scooped her up into my arms.
“Carrying you over the threshold.” I didn’t think of myself as a romantic, but I knew it was a custom. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I opened the front door, and she kissed my cheeks as I carried her into the apartment.
“We have a couple of hours before we leave for Pennsylvania. What do you want to do?” I only had one thing on my mind. I wanted to make love to my wife. I wanted to consummate the relationship.
“I’m going to consume you, ravish you, and make you sore.” Her head fell back, and her body went limp.
“You know just the right thing to say to me to make my entire body quiver at the thought.” I made passionate love to her. I did it face-to-face at an excruciatingly slow pace. I savored every inch of her body and stayed nestled inside her for over an hour.
We were spending the following three days shacked up in a beautiful room in the Poconos. When I was a kid, it was the hip and trendy place to go for a romantic weekend. I remember hearing the adults talking about their weekend escapes. The room had a large champagne glass that doubled as a hot tub and a heart-shaped bed with mirrors on the ceiling. It wouldn’t have been my first choice, but it was what Danielle wanted.
Getting away from our real life, even if for a short time, was such a stress-reliever. The pressure at work had increased and getting the days off had been difficult, but I didn’t really give them an option. A weekend in bed with Danielle was exactly what I needed.
I had this intense need to claim every inch of her body. How to broach the topic with her? She was on top of me, kissing my lips and grinding her pussy against my cock. I pushed her away a bit, wanting to see her face when I brought up the subject. “I want to claim all of you. I want to know I’ve laid my seed in every available part of your body.” All the blood drained from her face.
“Oh, I don’t know, Kayden.” She started to move off of me, but I held her on top of me, keeping her close.
“I promise I won’t hurt you, babe.” I would do everything in my power for it to be pleasurable for her. “I’ll go slow and be gentle.” She gnawed on her lips and stared at me with puppy-dog eyes. “Have I ever hurt you?”
She shook her head, “No.”
“When it becomes too much, just say the word, and I’ll stop. I promise.” I pulled her face down to mine and sucked her lip into my mouth. I ran my hands over her hair and trailed my fingertips across her back. I touched her everywhere with my hands. I could never get enough of her skin, the smell, the feel, everything about it. I licked the flesh of her neck down to her breast. I spent time sucking and licking her tits. I needed her really turned on for this to be pleasurable for her. I grabbed her ass and touched her puckered hole, and I knew it wouldn’t be an easy process. She moaned at the sensation of my fingers touching her. She was tight and nervous. I had to find a way to relax her and get her used to something smaller before putting my cock inside her.
I moved Danielle off of me and onto the bed, placing her on her stomach. I could see her body instantly tense and become stiff. “Not yet, baby. Relax.” I stood on the bed above her and reached down and pulled her hips into the air. She was like putty in my hands, and she moved with ease. I rubbed my cock through her wetness before sliding it inside her pussy. I didn’t move immediately, dragging my fingers across her lips, collecting lubrication for my fingers. I moved slowly at first while rubbing the moisture from my fingers on her tight hole. I could feel it convulse under my fingertips. I increased the speed of my cock thrusting inside of her, filling her mind with nothing but lust and my cock. I pushed lightly, waiting for it to yield to the pressure. I pushed deeper as I felt the muscles relax, and her body shook from the sensation. She yelped, but it was quickly followed by a moan.
I worked my finger and my cock in unison, confusing her mind with the sensations and erasing any pain she might have been feeling. I moved my finger, twisting it as I pulled out, expanding the size and stretching her. I needed more lube to work in a second finger, but nothing was close at hand, and I couldn’t stop. I dropped saliva from my lips, letting it fall and plop onto her ass, running down her crack and onto my fingers. I withdrew my finger and heard a slight whimper. I rubbed both fingers through the saliva before inserting a single digit again. I slowly worked in the second. Her body pulled away, but I held her in place with my free hand. Her movement stopped, and she moaned. Her face was turned sideways on the bed, and I could see the expression on her face change. She was on the edge, close to orgasm, but I wanted to make her come with my cock in her ass.
I slowed my rhythm, not letting her fall over the cliff of ecstasy, before withdrawing my cock from her quivering core. “Stay there,” I said, smacking her on the ass. She stayed still, not moving a muscle. She didn’t even turn her head to see what I was doing. She had to be a jumbled mess and filled with worry. I grabbed a bottle of lube off the floor. I filled my palm with the silky fluid and palmed my cock, rubbing it over every inch and ridge. I held the bottle against her ass and squeezed a generous amount, letting it dribble down her crack, over her hole, and drip off her pussy onto the sheets. I threw the bottle on the bed and stroked my cock, paying attention to covering the tip.
I placed my hand on her ass and spread her, giving me easier access. I rubbed the liquid on her hole and used my fingers to spread it inside her. I pulled my fingers out and grabbed my cock and rubbed it against her hole, pushing gently. “Relax, sweetheart. Didn’t my fingers feel good?”
