Page 19 of Strip It Down (Spoiled by My Blue Collar Man #4)
Sayer
Together, Gentry and I settle Ayla in bed.
We each read her a story and love on her.
Checking the baby monitor, it took her less than a minute after we left to fall asleep cuddled with her puppy stuffie, one arm hanging over the side where she can touch Stone who’s on the floor by her low-slung toddler bed.
I’m going to have to talk to Jarrett about making this arrangement permanent.
The shower is running. I hesitate, I’d love to join her, but I’m sensitive to her trauma. We need to talk but I’m scared.
I climb into bed, propping the pillows against the headboard and lean back to wait until she’s done.
Something warm sliding down the center of my chest wakes me.
I crack an eye open to see my sweet licking a trail down my torso toward my throbbing cock.
My balls cupped in her warm hand. I’m afraid to breath, to move, not wanting to frighten her or bring back trauma.
“Humm, you’re so smooth and hard at the same time. You’re also bigger than… than I’ve seen before.”
“We take our time, we go at whatever speed you want. We don’t have to do anything until you’re ready. We can wait and get lube before we try anything.”
“We’ll see. I want to taste you. Is that okay?”
I nod.
Leaning forward she goes back to licking me like a lollypop then slowly stroking with her fist. With every swipe I’m getting closer and closer to exploding. Her own breathing is faster. She sits back panting.
“What do you need, sweet? What do you want?”
“I want to try. I want you.”
“Can I touch you? See how wet you are? Maybe help you get wetter if you need?”
She nods. I reach between us, running two fingers through her slit. Not quite wet enough. I tease her bud until she moans, then slide two fingers in and out of her hot channel till she’s rocking my hand.
“Now. I want you now,” she moans.
Reaching above my head, I grab the spindles of the headboard. “You take what you want, sweet. As much or as little.”
One hand on my chest, she straddles my cock and slowly slides down my length. When she bottoms out, she releases her breath and waits. Shifting from side to side, back to front. She’s gradually adapting to the intrusion.
And I’m slowly dying from the need to drive up into her. Man-up I remind myself. This is all for her. The woman I love.
She gradually relaxes and starts to move, riding a little harder each stoke. I see the wonder, then the want flit over her face until it becomes full blown need.
“More. I need something more,” she rasps.
“Sweet, I can help. If you get scared, say stop.” Placing a palm on each of her hips just for balance, I put my feet on the mattress and gently thrust my hips up.
Her groan is my reward. Gradually increasing the force and the speed I bring us both to the release we need. She collapses against my chest.
After a few minutes she leans up and smiles. “So that’s what it’s all about.”
Retreating a fraction, I press my forehead to hers. “I’ve waited my whole life for you, and that was so much better than I dreamed. And not near enough to quench my hunger.
“With you, it’s pure nirvana.” I kiss her forehead.
She shifts. “I’ll be right back.”
I grab some tissues from the box and realize what I’d just done. No protection.
She comes back and crawls in beside me. Both of us leaning on our elbows we study each other.
“I—”
“We—”
I brush her cheek. “I’m sorry. I didn’t use protection. I’m clean and tested.”
She sits up, pulling the sheet around her and studies her hand fisting the sheet.
“I’m clean, been tested for everything. And haven’t tried this in a couple years.
I’m not on birth control but…” She looks up.
“There is some scar tissue and my doctor warned that rape victims are twice as likely to experience infertility. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to have children. ”
I brush my fingers over her cheek to wipe away her tears. “Do you want children? Let me rephrase that. I know you love Ayla. Do you want more children?”
She nods. “I really like kids. I wanted six when I was younger, but two or three would be nice. I’d like to experience pregnancy but...”
“I never thought about kids, because I only loved you. I couldn’t fathom marrying someone else when you already had my heart. When I was blessed with Ayla, I thought it would be enough.
“If you’re up to it and the doctor says we can, we try for a pregnancy. If it doesn’t work, we adopt. Would you be okay with that?”
She nods.
“Gentry, I want it all with you. I want you to marry me. Raise children, however we can have them. And make a home together.
“Dad and MaryKatherine are getting a place together when they come back from their cruise.
“I’m buying this house from him and I have some ideas I want us to talk about for updating and expanding it.
“And I want us to marry as soon as they get back. I’ll buy you whatever ring you want, but I’d also like you to look at my mother’s wedding ring.”
“I’d like that, if you’re sure you wouldn’t mind.”
“She would have loved you. Your spunk and fight. I’d like you to have her ring, but wedding rings are personal. You may just want it as a ring, but not a wedding ring. That’s okay, too.”
“I knew your mom. She sometimes helped out at school. She was always kind to me, never treated me poorly because of my mother’s reputation, like some of the other teachers did. I’d be honored to wear her ring.
“I love you Sayer Reed. Thank you for always coming back for me no matter how hard I tried to let you go.”