64: Baby Love

Belinda

       I'm sitting here at Hurricane, the same place where I ran into that ex of Erin's, and I'm staring at the picture of my great-grandmother when I hear a familiar voice behind me.
       "I didn't expect to see you here."
       It's Julian, and he sounds happily surprised.
       I turn and smile at him, "True. This isn't my usual Friday night spot, but I wanted something a little different today."
       Tonight is karaoke night at Hurricane, and so far, the participants are terrible. That's part of what makes karaoke fun though.
        Julian laughs a little and says, "This is certainly different from Bryce's bar with this junk they're trying pull off as 'music.' " He takes the bar stool next to me.
       I laugh as well and ask, "Then why do we choose to come on nights like these when we know what's going to happen?"
        "I suppose that's one of the great mysteries of the universe," he answers me with a smile.

        I'm happy that Julian is talking to me. I'd worried that he'd avoid me like the plague after what had happened the last time I gave him a massage. I tactfully decide to leave that out of our conversation - which has lulled into an awkward pause.
        I pull out my old standby. "Do you know who that woman in the picture is?"
        "Yes. That's Gloria Love."
        I smile as I look over at him. Not many people get that right, maybe one out of twenty, but I figure it has to do with the clientele of the joint. "Correct. She's also my great-grandmother."
        "No way," he says in a state of awe. I love it when I get this reaction. "She was inducted into the hall of fame recently wasn't she?"
       Wow, he really knows! My little smile turns into a big grin. "Yes. It's kinda funny because for the longest time, the world forgot about her, Then there was this sudden surge of interest in her again for no reason people can pin down. It just sorta... happened. Then people realized she'd been overlooked in history, and they put her in. My mom went in her honor," I tell him and hope I don't sound like I'm bragging. It occurs to me that he may already know everything I just told him. Oh well.
      "I guess you never realize who people are and where they come from sometimes," he mentions quietly. Louder, he says, "I have a few of her old records and then a few CDs. I'd love to get my hands on some of her old phonographs."
      I raise an eyebrow and ask, "Really?"
      "Yes..." he lets his answer trail out in a questioning way.
      "I have some. My great-grandfather ordered a hundred of all of them at one time, and of course, he never needed all of them."
      He smiles, puts his hands up in a surrendering gesture, and says, "I'm not asking for you to sell them to me. I'd feel guilty especially since you're her descendant. I would like to have a listen though."
      "My player needs a new needle," I say.
      "Then why not bring them over to my place and I'll play them on my old Victrola," he offers.
      "That would be... nifty!" I crack up laughing at the word I chose.

 

Pamela

     Simon finally comes home, and he greets me in my favorite way. I hate him working those several-day-long shifts because I miss him like mad. This time has been especially difficult because I have news that I hope will make him happy. I didn't want to tell him over the phone.
      "Hey, baby," he says in his beautifully deep voice.
      "Hey, Uncle Simon!" we hear coming from the hallway before Adele bounds into the room.
      Simon lets go of me so that he can hug Adele before kissing her on the cheek.
      "Jer-jer ate dirt today!" she announces and then laughs at Simon's expression.
      I put my forehead in my hand and say, "That child's hands are fast."

      Jeremy comes toddling in, and Simon gets down on one knee to hug his son. He's so great with kids. When I first met him, he acted so tough and macho. Then when I saw him playing with Adele before one of our first dates, I was happily surprised at the more warmhearted, tender side he showed. It was so sexy. ...Still is.
     Lost in my little reverie, I come back to the here and now to see that Simon has pulled out the bottle I stuck in the fridge for later and handed it to Jeremy. He's is too old for bottles, but we humor him.
     And we're going to need those bottles again, I think happily.
     Adele picks up Jeremy and carries him to the television so that they can watch their favorite show. I walk over to Simon and grab his hand to drag him back into the bedroom. Well, there's actually no dragging involved because he happily follows behind me, understanding my wordless suggestion with a smile.

      When we get in our bedroom, he immediately wraps his arms around me and kisses me much more passionately than he did in the living room. His hands are already at the hem of my shirt in anticipation of removing it.
      Maybe what I have to say can wait, I think as I unbuckle his suspenders and remove his shirt at light speed before running my greedy hands all over his chest and abs. There's one good side effect about his job, I think while he makes me stop what I'm doing so that he can remove my shirt.
      We have to be fast. Adele understands that Simon and I like to be alone for a while after he gets home from a long stay at work, but she thinks we're only kissing in here. Well, we do that too.
      Simon jerks my shorts and panties down roughly from where he crouches on the floor. Then he surprises me by shoving his face between my legs and circling my clit with his tongue. I cry out and grab his dreads in my fingers as I fight to remain standing.
      "Oh, baby," I gasp out, "I missed... you."
      He laughs a deep laugh in the back of his throat and gives me a chance to catch my breath as he works his way up my abdomen. I coyly step away and walk towards the bed. He stands up and watches me while I watch him remove his boxer shorts. His huge erection gleefully springs free from the confines of his clothing, but he doesn't give me much time to enjoy looking at him as he takes two steps over to the bed where I wait for him.

     Without a word, he lifts my legs up and pushes himself into me. I cry out from the intense pleasure of finally having my husband's dick inside me. Damn, I really missed him.
     He lets out a sigh as I guess he has similar thoughts running through his mind. Then he starts to rock his hips into me, pulling my legs up with him as he crouches over me. Our eyes meet for a few seconds as he slowly fucks me, and I enjoy every inch of him as he moves in and out of my wet center at an unhurried pace. In the back of my mind, I always worry when he takes it slow because of Adele and Jeremy, but I never ask him to speed up. I could never tire of this.
    "Sweet Pamela," he whispers, breaking our eye contact as he closes his eyes and tilts his head back a little to take a deep breath. His tempo never falters.
     I close my eyes when I feel that delicious tightening in my lower belly as my orgasm tells me of its impending arrival. Simon still doesn't speed up, and I have to breathe fast before biting hard on my lip to keep from crying out. It's only at this moment do I wish he would speed up, but I still don't ask because I know how good it will be if he doesn't.
     I whimper a little when he applies more force, and I can feel him brush up against my cervix. I throw my arms back on the bed on either side of my head and moan as I continue to slowly rise up to that desired moment.

     I whisper his name just before I finally climax. He whispers something I don't catch because I'm too caught up in him moving inside me at an even slower tempo as waves of pleasure rock the foundation of my universe. I'm in a state of nirvana as he thrusts himself into me over and over, saying my name and groaning softly. I love watching his mouth say my name.
    I grab one of the pillows next to me so that I can scream into it before moving it aside and watching my husband as his eyes roll to the back of his head.
     A whimper escapes me as I feel it happening again.

    "Fuck," he whispers. "Give it up, baby." I feel him throbbing inside of me. Everything is so sensitive when I'm like this. I remember loving sex when I was pregnant with Jeremy, and I'm glad to see that, at least for now, nothing has changed. Simon's eyes meet mine and hold me prisoner as he groans, "C'mon, give The Dragon his sweet seconds."
     I can't keep from crying out as I come again, and he groans as he pours himself into me, his dick thrusting so far into me that I cry out again, a little concerned.

    He pulls out and lays down to kiss me. "I love you," he says quietly to me. Then, he's quiet for a second before he says in a questioning way, "Something was different though."
    I work on catching my breath as I ask, "Really?"
    "Yeah," he says.

     When I pull back, I smile at him and say, "We're going to have a baby."
    I laugh at the look on his face. He looks like he's been knocked stupid.
    "Why do you act so surprised? We were trying, weren't we? You doubted your ability to knock up your woman?" I ask in a teasing voice.
     His expression changes to a broad smile before he tackles me back against my pillow and kisses me passionately.