Loving Hart Part 9

After helping me pull the comforter back, he climbed into the bed next to me and pulled me into his arms.

"Love you baby, more than anything. Always have and always will."

I smiled and kissed his chest. "Love you too, more than anything and I always will."

My last coherent thought was that we'd loved each other happy.

Chapter Fifteen: Spencer

Waking up to a smiling Delilah is the best possible way to start a day, and her smile got even bigger when she saw that I was up. I loved that she was there, in my house and in my bed, exactly where she belonged. It was what I wanted more than anything in the world, what I'd always wanted and dreamed about.

Just feeling the heat of her naked body against me caused my c.o.c.k to swell. Smiling, she kissed my chest as she gently glided her hand below the covers to grip my shaft. "I see that you still wake up happy to see me. G.o.d I love you, Spence."

I gave a groan as her tiny hand started rubbing my d.i.c.k in a smooth up and down motion, turned on by the visual of her hand moving beneath the covers. "Angel, I'm always happy to see you. I love you too baby, so f.u.c.king much. I waited so long for this."

Smiling at me again, she pulled the covers down to expose her hand working my stiff p.r.i.c.k. "If you think you're happy to see me now, I bet you'll be even happier when you watch me do this..."

My c.o.c.k jerked of its own accord when I felt the heat of her breath on it. Looking at me, she smirked. "Oh dear, should I just watch it move all by itself, or do you want me to do something? It looks like I might not be needed here after all." I loved her pouty little smile so much that it hurt.

I growled as her eyes meet mine. "Suck me baby. I want to watch you swallow."

Her responding moan told me that she was hot for me, and I swelled even more. She'd been so gentle to that point, so I was expecting a tender b.l.o.w.j.o.b. Instead, she bent her head and sucked me into her mouth with incredible suction and power, causing my back to arch up off the bed.

She used everything she had to turn me to mush. Her left hand was ma.s.saging my b.a.l.l.s as her tongue swirled all over my shaft, and her right hand was working the base of my c.o.c.k like nothing I'd ever felt before. She was rough and hot, and I loved it.

"f.u.c.k yeah Delilah! Suck it. That's it. Use your tongue on me baby. Mm. Yeah, like that."

There was something about watching her head bob up and down that's turned me on like mad. Before I knew what I was doing, I was thrusting my hips up to f.u.c.k her face.

Popping off, she gasped for air before licking the tip of my c.o.c.k over and over again, with increasing speed. "You like watching me suck your c.o.c.k, don't you Spencer? I bet you like it almost as much as I love doing it. Are you going to come for me baby?"

Her fist shuttled faster and faster up and down my p.r.i.c.k as she spoke to me, and I could only nod at her, too far gone to answer with words.

"Come in my mouth Spencer. I want to taste you."

The sight of her sliding my c.o.c.k back between her lips took me the rest of the way, and I erupted into her mouth with a loud yell. The intensity of her sucking and licking on the crown kept me convulsing and shivering for almost an entire minute.

It took me a few minutes to get my equilibrium back, and during that time I enjoyed her rubbing my inner thighs, the tops of my knees, my ankles, and the arches of my feet. Looking up into my eyes, she gave me a Cheshire cat grin.

"Jesus Christ Delilah, you suck me so f.u.c.king good that I think the top of my head almost blew off."

Arching her perfectly shaped eyebrow, she smiled at me again. "I'm glad you like it, because I love doing it. There's something so hot about you coming in my mouth. Mm, I think I'm kind of dirty. I love you coming anywhere in me or on me. It gets me every time."

"f.u.c.k babe, I love how dirty you are. You just got me hard again. Climb up here and put me inside of you."

I loved watching her do what I asked, loved more that she did it reverse cowgirl style so I could watch her s.e.xy a.s.s. "I've always wanted to try this, Spence. Mm. s.h.i.t! You're hitting a totally different spot..."

Watching her a.s.s bob up and down as she rode me is one of those things I wish I could have had a video camera for. Her p.u.s.s.y was flooding my p.r.i.c.k with her cream, and every time she went up I could see how shiny my c.o.c.k was from it.

I was at her mercy, completely under her spell. She alternated riding me fast and then riding me slow, and I loved both equally. I was in Delilah for G.o.d's sake. I didn't care one bit about the speed with which we did it. If I had my druthers, I'd be inside of her most of my waking hours. She feels that good. I couldn't help but marvel at what she brings out of me every time. I always feel right when I'm with her, even if I'm just next to her or holding her hand. It's wild that when I'm inside of her it's a totally different level of connection, deeper and shockingly more intense.

Her little cries told me that she was almost there and, grabbing her hips, I started thrusting up to meet her over and over and over again. With a shriek, she clenched around me, her p.u.s.s.y fluttering against my c.o.c.k as she came, bathing me with more of her cream. I was so turned on that I couldn't hold my own response back, and with a growl, I pulled her onto me hard as I came.

My timing must have been just right, because she screamed as she tightened around me harder than ever, releasing more heat onto me as she came again. "So hot, so hot, so hot... Oh Spence... I love the feeling of you filling me up..."

f.u.c.k, she's wild. She loved the feeling of being full of c.u.m, and I loved filling her with it. The two of us are a seventeen-alarm fire, and I don't see things cooling off at all. Just like before, the more I have her, the more I need her. The more I need her, the more I want her. I've just come twice, but I'm still hard as f.u.c.k.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I rolled us onto our sides as I started pounding into her again. "Remember who you belong to baby? Remember that you're mine, and that you're always going to be. Your tight p.u.s.s.y is f.u.c.king mine Delilah. Your mouth is mine. You like to be filled up with come? My c.o.c.k is here just for your pleasure baby, and only for you. Whenever you need it, you tell me. I'm always going to be ready to love you Delilah, whenever and wherever you need me. You're safe to be as dirty as you want with me."

Her response only caused me to f.u.c.k into her harder. "Oh f.u.c.k Spence. Yes! Of course I remember who I belong to baby. I dreamed of this every night for the last two years. I love your giant c.o.c.k f.u.c.king the h.e.l.l out of me. I'm crazy for it, crazy for you. Whenever you want me, wherever it is, take me. I'm yours Spence, and I always will be. It's crazy how alive I feel when I'm with you."

"I'm more alive in you than I ever have been baby. Squeeze me Delilah. Touch your c.l.i.t and rub it. I'm going to fill you with come again, love."

Her tightening around me was everything I ever wanted. It was trust, hope and love. It's everything about Delilah that makes me wild, and I love it. Nothing will ever be enough.

I erupted again, my o.r.g.a.s.m starting at my toes, and exploding from the tip of my c.o.c.k with such force that I was dizzy with it. "OH f.u.c.k DELILAH! f.u.c.kING LOVE YOU!"

With a groan, she tightened even more as she came again, copious amounts of cream releasing hot against my c.o.c.k. "Love you too, love you too, love you so much babe..."

She's my f.u.c.king angel, born just for me to love. We made it, and now that we're together, I'm never letting her go again. Nothing can ever keep us apart, I know it.

Maintaining our connection, I kept my arm around her while I drifted to sleep.

Chapter Sixteen: Delilah

We'd fallen asleep again after our morning love session. I woke up starving for food and more time with Spencer. I remember that when we'd separated after the thirty days we were together, I'd sworn that two years would pa.s.s by in the blink of an eye. In retrospect, I see that statement for the foolish wish that it was. Even with our Christmas spent together, the two years didn't pa.s.s quickly. They pa.s.sed slowly, at a snail's pace. Looking back, it feels like it's been ten years instead of just two.

I stretched gently, careful not to wake him up. It was clear that he was tired, and I wanted him to sleep. I tiptoed my way into the bathroom, and turned on all of the shower jets. Spencer's shower was even more amazing now than it was two years ago. He'd had more showerheads installed, and they beat down on me in the most heavenly of ways. I washed using his body wash and shampoo with conditioner, bemoaning the lack of actual conditioner. My hair is never smooth enough after I use one of the shampoo and conditioner mixes, and I just had to hope that I would be able to do something with my hair that wasn't pure frizz ball.

Laughing quietly to myself, I got out of the shower and dried off. I didn't bother looking for an additional toothbrush, instead choosing to use his. I've swallowed Spencer's come, and I don't think sharing a toothbrush is going to kills us. Using the toothbrush makes me feel like I've added another layer of intimacy. After doing the best that I could do with my hair, I was finished.

Opening the door to the bedroom, I made my way to his drawers and plucked out a t-shirt. I'm five foot five and Spencer's six foot one, so his shirt comes down far enough to make me decent. I was all but swimming in it. I found it very comforting.

Once I was dressed, I made my way out into the kitchen where I spent the next forty minutes making pancakes, bacon, eggs and toast. I put out a fresh pot of coffee while I set the table. I'd considered waking Spencer up, but decided that I'd let him wake up by himself. I didn't see him coming, so when he wrapped his arms around me, I squealed.

Turning in his grasp, I stood on my tiptoes and linked my arms behind his neck. He was freshly showered, so his hair was still damp. He smelled amazing, and he looked d.a.m.n hot too. I smiled up into his eyes before dropping a kiss on his lips. "Good morning babe. I made us a huge breakfast. I know I worked up an appet.i.te. You hungry?"

He smiled at me, huge. "Oh baby, I am so so f.u.c.king hungry. You have no idea. I'll stop and eat before we head back to the bedroom though." f.u.c.king hungry. You have no idea. I'll stop and eat before we head back to the bedroom though."

I laughed at that, loving his brashness. "I'm into that plan, but how about we go to Malibu for the rest of the day and night? I could use a break, and I bet you could too."

We spent the next half hour eating and laughing, soaking up the time with each other. After breakfast, I left and drove home while he stayed back and packed his bag. Once I got back to my apartment, I quickly packed my own bag. Within ten minutes, Spencer was knocking at my door, and five minutes after that we were on the road. He drove and I turned up the radio, enjoying the sunshine and the open sunroof as we listened to The Foo Fighters.

We barely got into the house before he had me in his arms again. "How about we go to the store and get everything we'll need to barbeque later. We'll go old school and get s'mores and everything. While we're out we can pick up a movie too."

I loved his plan and agreed to it quickly. We got back into the car and headed out to the market. We wandered the aisles, picking out what we wanted. Spencer held the basket with his left hand and my hand with his right. It was fun and relaxed, beautifully comfortable. Standing in line, we whispered to each other like fools while Spencer stood behind me, nuzzling my neck. I shivered when he leaned forward to whisper in my ear. "I'm having the best day ever angel, and we're only in the f.u.c.kin' store. I'm so in love with you Delilah."

My heart melted into a puddle at my feet. Lifting my arm up, I slid my hand into his hair and pulled his head toward mine, stopping only when our lips were just about to touch. Looking into his eyes, I smiled. "That's good, because I'm crazy in love with you, too."

I continued melting as he captured my mouth in the sweetest kiss, a promise of things to come. We parted laughing when the cashier discreetly coughed. I smiled at her, my cheeks hot with the blush I knew I had. "Sorry. We didn't mean..."

She laughed and shook her head. "Don't apologize. I was watching you thinking it must be really amazing to be in love like that."

I beamed at her as Spencer pulled me tighter against him. "That's so sweet of you to say," I told her. "Thank you."

She smiled back at me. "You two look like one of those couples you see in picture frames at the home store. I bet when you two have kids they'll be the most beautiful children ever."

I saw the blonde haired little boy that Spencer had been in my mind, and my heart twisted with longing to have a son that looked just like him. I started to giggle just as I felt Spencer tense behind me. We were so close together that I swear I could actually feel the rigidity of his spine. Just at that moment, the cashier told us what the total was, and Spencer pulled away to grab his wallet. We spent another minute finishing the check out before we each grabbed a bag and headed to the car.

The silence seemed weird, all things considered. A few minutes ago we'd been in a love bubble, and now Spencer was ramrod straight, and his natural fluidity had morphed into something all herky jerky.

As soon as we had the bags settled and we were in the car, I grabbed his arm. "What's wrong baby?"

His grimace told me that whatever it was, he really didn't want to discuss it. We stared at each other in silence for a moment before he took a deep breath and started speaking.

"I'm sorry angel. I didn't mean to get weird. I know I should have mentioned this before, but it's not like it's something I'd just throw into conversation for no reason."

The feeling of dread that settled into my stomach was all consuming and alarming. What the h.e.l.l was he freaking out about? I gestured for him to continue, desperate for him to blurt out whatever it was.

"I don't want children Delilah. Not ever. It's not up for negotiation, and I'm never going to change my mind. I love you angel, and I swear to G.o.d I'll do anything humanly possible to make you happy, but that's the one thing I won't ever give you."

My mind worked at warp speed as I tried to extrapolate out from everything that Spencer had said. No children?

No children.

No children.

No children.

Oh my G.o.d... he doesn't want children. How had I never heard this from him before? It's like he just told me he's got a secret ident.i.ty. The pain was shocking, absolutely life altering. Not up for negotiation, he said. What the h.e.l.l?

For as long as I can remember, I've known two things with absolute certainty. The first is that Spencer is my other half. The second is that I want children. His His children. children.

I didn't even know what to say. Never, not in any of my dreams, had I ever once envisioned my children having any other father but Spencer. I can so clearly see him rubbing my rounded belly as he talks to it, holding my hand in the delivery room, running through a backyard chasing after our daughter, playing hide and seek just like he used to with me. I can see him coaching our son's baseball team, staying up on Christmas Eve with me as we wrap our children's gifts, sitting at a dinner table as a family, watching him take pictures for family photo alb.u.ms.

I'm going to need to make some kind of a choice. Either I give up my lifelong love of Spencer and commit to having children, or I give up my lifelong desire to be a mother and commit to being childless.

Just like that, the future I'd always dreamed about exploded in my face, leaving an atomic cloud in its wake. I'd give up almost anything for Spencer, sacrifice almost anything. But the one thing I can't give up is my dream of being a mother. As much as I love him, I'd come to resent him for closing the door on my biggest dream.

"Spence... I need you to take me home. Home, home. Not your house here. I'm sorry Spencer, but I can't agree to this."

The look on his face was one of pure jaw dropped shock, but I couldn't even connect to it. "You can't mean that Delilah! I know you love me angel. It's just children. We'd be together, all the time. I'll make you so happy, give you anything you want or need. I love you!"

Just children? How could he think that?

It took inner strength I didn't even know I possessed to keep myself calm and tear free. I knew this was going to hurt him, but it was one thing I just couldn't compromise on.

Shaking my head sadly, I cupped his cheek. "I'm sorry babe. I can't. I love you Spencer, so d.a.m.n much. It kills me to do this, but I know what I can't do is pretend I'm alright with what you've just said. I don't just want want children, Spence. I children, Spence. I need need them. For as far back as I can remember... I've known that I wanted you to be my husband and the father of our children. I get that's not what you want, and it kills me. But I can't commit to never having children. I need to be a mom. If I agreed to stay with you and said I'd be happy without children of my own, I'd be lying. Eventually I'd come to resent you, and I couldn't live like that." them. For as far back as I can remember... I've known that I wanted you to be my husband and the father of our children. I get that's not what you want, and it kills me. But I can't commit to never having children. I need to be a mom. If I agreed to stay with you and said I'd be happy without children of my own, I'd be lying. Eventually I'd come to resent you, and I couldn't live like that."

His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. I rubbed his cheek with my thumb, willing him to say that he'd at least think about it rather than lose me.

Instead, he nodded his head. "You're right. It's too much to ask."

The car ride back to his house to collect our stuff was made in dead silence. I had never really unpacked my overnight bag, so I was ready to go in less than four minutes. I waited silently while he made sure everything was turned off and locked, and then we headed out.

I was home very quickly after that. Spence walked me into my apartment, laying my bag down on the couch. Seeing him standing there looking so dejected broke my heart. I knew that I had to love him one last time, had to create a memory that I could hold onto forever.

I was across the room in a flash, jumping into his arms. He groaned as his mouth covered mine, his hands holding onto my a.s.s as I wrapped my legs around him and held onto his enormous biceps. I rubbed against him frantically, needing release.

"G.o.d... angel. What are we doing?"

Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I kissed him over and over again. "I need you inside of me one last time Spencer. I need this. Don't say no."

He pulled back for a moment to stare into my eyes. I could tell by the feral expression on his face that the answer was yes, and he had me naked so fast that my head was spinning. I was soaking for him, completely ready. He lifted me up and impaled me in one hard thrust, taking me against the entryway wall. I'd expected it to be rough, but instead he was gentle.

I moaned into his mouth with every gentle thrust, loving him with my tongue as he loved me with his body. I cried out when his fingers started working my c.l.i.t, crying out my release as an o.r.g.a.s.m slammed through me.

We stayed connected as he walked us into my bedroom, sliding me down onto the bed. I cried out over and over as his gentle but pa.s.sionate thrusting kept me on the edge of insanity. Loving him like this was the most beautiful thing I'd ever experienced, and I soaked it in even as my heart broke and tears poured down my cheeks.

Gradually he picked up speed, increasing the intensity. He raised my right leg and pulled it against his chest, laying it over his left shoulder. The penetration was deeper that way, more intense. I fisted the comforter under me as I came again with a keening wail, but he didn't stop. Our eyes stayed lock onto each other as we continued moving together.

Pulling out, he flipped me over onto my stomach and laid me down flat. It took a bit of work, but he slid his c.o.c.k back into me with a groan, and started working himself in and out again. The pressure inside of me was unreal, and I could feel my arousal spreading everywhere, even my mound was soaking wet. I screamed when his finger started rubbing my a.s.s, sending me into an o.r.g.a.s.m that threatened to throw me into actual orbit. He bit my neck as he started coming inside of me, filling me up with his love.

I cried at how good it felt, even as he put his hands under my hips and lifted me up onto my knees as he kept f.u.c.king in and out, his ownership of my body absolute. I loved him so much that I could barely breathe with it.

Hours went by as we made love. We would slow down but not stop, and there were many times I wondered if I'd die from the pleasure. He filled me again and again and again with his come, but he wasn't stopping.

It was the middle of the night and I was on my back, my hips elevated by the pillow he'd put under me, my s.e.x gushing as he thrust in and out. We were covered in sweat, panting and moaning. His chest was covered in love bites, his back and his a.s.s decorated with scratch marks. The room smelled like the two of us, and I knew we were both exhausted.

He kissed me over and over again, like he couldn't stop, couldn't get enough. "f.u.c.king love you so G.o.dd.a.m.n much Delilah. Love you, love you, love you, love you."

Every time he told me he loved me, he pounded into me harder, and the headboard was banging against the wall as the bed shook beneath us. The angle he was working was crazy deep, and with each thrust he was rubbing against a spot in me that was making me insane.