Page 48 of Enamored
“Okay, little man, Mom and Dad will see you in the morning,” I say, planting one more kiss on his forehead. I hand the diaper bag over to John as Liz holds the baby. “There are bottles in there that need to go in the fridge, and there should be plenty of diapers and clothes for him. Please, call us if you have any problems, and we will come get him right away.”
Tristan pulls me to his side and kisses my head. “Babe, he’s going to be fine. Stop worrying.”
“Lana, he’s going to be fine, but if we run into any problems, we will call straight away,” Liz says. “Go have fun, you two.” She smirks, and I know she knows what’s probably going to happen.
Tristan helps me into the truck, and when we pull away, the tears start welling up. I wipe the water under my eyes and try to focus on the road. I can see him watching me from the corner of my eye, and he wraps my hand up in his.
“He’s going to be fine. It’s just for the night. You will see him bright and early tomorrow,” he says, trying to reassure me.
Our new home comes into view, and I smile. It’s perfect for us. There’s enough land for William to run around, and if we decide to grow our little family, there is extra room or enough space to add an addition. When we bought it, I was thinking a starter home, but now I can see this being a forever home. The best part, too, is it’s private. No neighbors for a half a mile and no traffic. It’s taken me a while to get used to hearing nature instead of traffic, but I wouldn’t change it.
“Now, Mrs. Ellis-to-be, you have been driving me crazy since Boston, and I’m in desperate need of your body pressed under mine. Get your ass into our bedroom and get out of those clothes.”
I hesitate and look down at myself. My stomach still sticks out, my thighs and arms are a little more jiggly than they were before, and my hips are wider. Nothing about me looks the same as it did before having William.
He can sense what I’m thinking. “Stop, Lana.” I look up at him. “You’re beautiful just like you are. I wouldn’t change anything about you.”
“I don’t look the same,” I say quietly in protest.
“No, you don’t. You look better. You’ve given me exactly what I’ve wanted—a family. I couldn’t be happier than I am with you. You’re beautiful and perfect for me.”
“Really?” I ask, the tears starting again.
He holds my head in his hands and wipes the tears away with the pads of his thumbs before dipping down to kiss me on the lips. Being held in his strong arms is everything I need. My libido thrums alive, and I’m panting before long.
“Get naked, baby. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” He taps my butt and sends me on my way to the bedroom where I do as he asks.
We were experimenting with different things in the bedroom before William was born, and I learned how much I enjoy dirty talk and being spanked. He’s always been good at talking dirty in the bedroom, but since he knows how much I like it, he’s revved up his game.
He saunters in a few minutes later, and I’m standing naked in the middle of the room, waiting for him. I watch as he walks around me like I’m his prey, trying to decide how best to attack.
“You make me so hard, Lana. I want to push you over the side of the bed and shove my cock so deep into you,” he says. I moan as my eyes flutter closed. His hand skims over my stomach, and I tense up. “Relax,” he demands in my ear. “You’re beautiful.”
I know better than to dismiss his comment, so I don’t say anything. He wraps his fingers around my throat, pulling my face to his for a panty-dropping kiss.God, this man pushes all the right buttons for me.I place my hands on his shirt and slide my fingers under it, helping him take it off. I trail my fingers over the roped cords of muscle in his arms and get wetter as I explore.
I slink down on to the plush, cream-colored carpet under my knees and quickly undo his pants, pushing them down his legs. I do the same with his boxers and take his hard cock between my fingers. It’s silky and heavy in my grasp, and I glance up at him to see exactly the effect I have on him—talk about a morale booster. His eyelids are heavy, and his head is dropped back the slightest amount.
“Lick it, Lana.”
I press my lips around his thick shaft and tease him the way I know drives him insane. I hollow my cheeks and bob my head on him. After a few seconds, he gathers my hair in his hands and helps glide me how he likes best. He pops out of my mouth, and when I lean forward to take him again, he stops me.
“No. I don’t want to come yet, and I’m getting close. Lie on the bed and play for me. I want to watch.” He helps me stand, and I get comfortable and find the rhythm I like the best until I’m breathing heavier and moving my hips around. I’m so close when he pushes my hand away and takes over with his mouth. It’s not long before I’m pressing my hips into him and coming on his face.
He crawls up my body and pushes straight in. I moan and lift my hips up, pulling him in as far as he will go.
“You’re my home, babe,” he says and kisses me, leaving no space between us. He grinds into me as my next orgasm sneaks up on me. I shake under him as I wrap my legs tighter around his ass, holding him in me as his own orgasm takes over. His thrusts are sloppy, and his breathing in my ear sets off a mini orgasm. I shake under him and bury my face in his neck, peppering him with kisses.
He rolls over and pulls me to him for a tight embrace. “Let’s get married at the ranch. We can have a small ceremony, just close friends and family.” He plays with the ring on my left hand.
“Okay.”
He rolls me to my back to really look at me. “Okay?”
I nod. “Yeah. Let’s do it.”
He’s been dropping hints about having it on the ranch for months, and the more I think about it, the less I care. I don’t need some big fancy wedding with all the bells and whistles. I used to think that was for me, but being with Tristan has shown me the simple things in life are what matter. I have him, William, and a family who loves us both. There’s nothing else I need in my life.
“I love you, Tristan.”
