“That’s my little girl up there!”
I put an arm around her to comfort her as the graduation ceremony finishes.
Like I said I would, I gave up my empire. I sold off territories to other bosses, made peace treaties, and got out of the life. I sold my house in Los Angeles and moved us up the coast to Malibu to get away from the city life. The enemies that remained had no reason to come after me. Our disputes weren’t personal; they were business, and with me out of the business, the point is moot.
I sweep Ella into my arms as she races over to me and make room for Helen to get in on the celebration.
“I’m so proud of you, baby!” she cries, causing Ella to cry too.
“Thanks, Mom! I’m so proud of you!”
Helen is eighteen months sober tomorrow, and we’ll be celebrating before Ella and I head off to the Caribbean for our own private getaway.
We get back to the house and have dinner prepared by my private chef, then dig into her mother’s homemade tiramisu that she insisted on making. One of the ways she’s managed to stay sober has been by finding hobbies to keep her busy. One of those hobbies is baking.
After we’re finished, she cleans up, despite me telling her that I have people to do that for us, and heads to her room. She doesn’t always stay with us, but I gave her a room on the first floor for when she wants to. It’s also on the other side of the house so she doesn’t have to hear the things I’m doing to her sweet little daughter.
Speaking of which…
“Baby, that feels so good,” she moans as I slide into her back entrance, my left arm wrapped beneath her, gently caressing her pleasure button that’s dripping with arousal. “Just go slow at first, okay?”
“Of course, my love,” I whisper into her ear as I ease my inches inside her untouched hole. “I told you I would fuck you here one day.”
“Wow…”
Her voice is breathy, intense. I rub her gently and feel her tense up around my girth with each circle around her eager little nub. Now I have fully claimed her—every inch of my gorgeous wife’s body is mine.
“Do you love it?” I purr into her ear as I fight to hold out. “Because I bet you can tell I do.”
“I can,” she moans. “You’re so hard. And yes, baby. I love it. Give me more.”
Ella’s appetite matches mine; we simply can’t keep our hands off each other. Once in the morning and once before bed would be a bad day for us. I made a no-pantie rule for a while, so I would have easy access, but once Ella discovered her love for lingerie and started dressing up for me, I let her do whatever she wants.
I fuck her slowly, coaxing her toward orgasm. I move slightly so I can watch her; I want to see the look on her face when she comes. It’s always beautiful and slightly different every time.
When she gets there, I get there too. I move to pull out, but she stops me.
“No. Inside. I want to feel what that’s like.”
“Fuck,” I grunt as my hips buck forward, driving me deeper inside than I had meant to be. But she doesn’t recoil or flinch. In fact, she moans, long and hard into the pillow as we come together. I slow my touch and stay there, gently pecking at her ear until finally slipping out of her.
“God, baby,” she whispers. “I was scared, but that was incredible! I’m like…I still can’t believe that just happened!”
“You took it so well, baby.” I smile, wrapping my arm around her. “I think we should make it a regular thing. Every other day?”
Ella flashes me a look and shakes her head. “Try every other week. Unless you really don’t want me to be able to walk.”
“That’s a good point,” I chuckle. “But you might have to fight me off of you now that I’ve gotten a taste…”
I grab her ass and squeeze it hard, hard enough to make her jump and twist onto my chest. She nuzzles me, and we kiss as the last rays of sun vanish over the Pacific Ocean.
“Sasha,” she whispers.
“Yes, my love?”
“Since I graduated, I was thinking of going off of the pill.”
Christ. It’s like she’s been reading my mind. Waiting four years was hard enough. All I’ve wanted to do is knock her up and make a mother out of her. But she wanted to get her degree, and I wanted her to get it, so we waited.