Most Eligible Baby Daddy(22)

"I'm sure," he said, then he kissed her on the forehead and climbed out of the bed.

He went to the coffee maker and put on two cups. Elle watched him walk  across the room in all his naked glory. Her eyes drank in the impressive  sight of him. She still couldn't believe how lucky she was. He looked  like an underwear model. She felt a quiver of desire between her legs.

She knew he liked her, she knew he thought he loved her, and for now,  that was enough. She wasn't a little girl. She knew real, true love took  time, but she also knew that there were certain men that waited their  whole lives, and then suddenly fell, hard and fast, for their woman.  Forrester was one of those passionate souls. If he said he was in love  with her, that would be enough for her. She wouldn't doubt him. He was  impulsive. He wasn't lying. And he was convinced she was the woman for  him. What more could she ask?

"Do you take milk or cream?" Forrester said.

Elle slipped out from under the sheets. She got off the bed. The  restraints were still hanging from the bed posts, but Forrester had  released her from them before they fell asleep. Elle wasn't sure where  she'd gotten the courage, she was completely naked and it was broad  daylight, but she got down onto the carpeted floor of the room and began  crawling over toward him.

When he saw what she was doing, his cock stiffened immediately.

"You know I like cream," Elle said wickedly, and as she reached him, she  got up onto her knees so that her face was level with his thick cock.  She took it in her hand and examined it in the daylight for the first  time. It was a perfectly formed specimen. She couldn't have imagined  anything more erotic or beautiful in all of creation. Along the  underside, a thick vein throbbed. At the tip, the tanned skin gave way  to a soft, pink head, like the snowcapped peaks on the mountains outside  the window.                       
       
           



       

She opened her mouth and closed her eyes. Before she even touched his cock, Forrester let out a moan of anticipation.

Elle put her lips around the head and let her tongue caress his tip. It  was delicious. It made her so excited to have him in her mouth like  that. She could feel his heartbeat through the pulse and throb of  pleasure in his shaft. She felt completely at one with him.

Who'd have thought they'd be so comfortable with each other after such a short time?

"I wonder if we're pregnant," Forrester gasped, as pleasure flowed through him.

Hearing those words reminded her of how deeply he was willing to commit.  She let his cock slide far into the back of her throat, and the only  thought on her mind was of giving him pleasure. She was his now. She  wanted to delight him. She wanted to give him such a pleasurable orgasm  that he'd remember this morning for the rest of his life.

She sucked his tip, caressed it lovingly with her tongue, and with every  moan from his mouth, she felt a corresponding throb of joy in his cock.  As she took him deeper and deeper into the back of her throat, she felt  him bulge and grow, getting closer and closer to orgasm with every  thrust into her. She let her soft, wet lips slide along the length of  his shaft while her tongue played mercilessly with his head.

In her hand she took his balls, and held them gently, lovingly, caressing them with her fingers.

Come for me, she thought. Come in my mouth, baby.

This was power. This was control. With a flick of her tongue, she could  send quivers of pleasure through every nerve in his body. If she did  things like this for him, he'd never be able to look at another woman  for as long as he lived.

"Oh, God, Elle," Forrester moaned.

She sucked him harder, tasting the saltiness of his precum. She wanted  everything. She wanted to make him come in her mouth. As her tongue  played with his head, she felt the first surge of orgasm. His cock  throbbed and then spilled itself into her mouth.

Forrester grabbed her head and pulled her down onto his cock. She shut  her eyes and let him slide all the way into her, emptying himself into  her throat with such moans of pleasure that she knew he'd remember this  forever.

"Elle," Forrester gasped when it was over.

Elle swallowed everything he'd given her. She didn't care about anything  except the feeling of satisfaction she gave her man. She smiled up at  him as innocently and sweetly as she could.

"Did that please you?" she said.

Forrester laughed, then he picked her up, put her over his shoulder,  carried her across the room and threw her down on the bed. He was on top  of her in an instant, kissing her neck, licking her breasts, sucking  her nipples. He seemed out of control. Before she knew it, his mouth was  on her pussy, sucking her clit, ravishing her lips, reaching his tongue  inside her.

"Forrester," she moaned.

He sucked and licked for minute after minute until on orgasm rushed  through her body like a wave crashing over a beach. She clenched his  head between her legs and pressed so tightly there was no way he'd be  able to breathe. She couldn't help it. It felt so good. It felt so good  to have his mouth eating her. It felt so good to know he loved her. It  felt so good to know that she might already be carrying his child.

She lay on the bed panting when it was all over. Forrester kissed her  lips, not in the least concerned that they might taste each other. In  fact, judging from his kiss, he wanted her to taste herself on his lips.

Then he finished making the coffee and brought it over to the bed.

"Thanks," Elle said, and laughed.

"Thank you," Forrester said. "The pleasure is all mine."

They sipped their coffee together and Elle kept an eye on the time. She  showered in the hotel's magnificent bathroom and when she got out,  Forrester was holding her uniform. It had been washed, dried and freshly  pressed.

"How did you manage this?" Elle said, putting on her clean clothes.

"I left them outside the door last night for the maid."

"That was thoughtful."

Forrester laughed. "After what you've promised to give me, Elle, it's the least I could do."

They kissed passionately before she left. She wished she could have  stayed longer and enjoyed breakfast, and perhaps more love-making, in  the room, but she knew Kelly and Grace would be counting on her.                       
       
           



       

"I'll come by and see you in a little bit," Forrester said. "I have some  paperwork to sign with the lawyer and then I'll come straight to the  diner."

"Okay, lover," Elle said, and the words felt so good on her lips that she literally giggled to herself in the elevator.





Chapter 26

Forrester

FORRESTER COULDN'T BELIEVE WHAT WAS happening. He'd come back to Stone  Peak to bury his father, and yet he was starting to feel as if the old  man had never existed at all. It was as if his father's death had lifted  a cloud that had been hanging over him his entire life.

He felt happiness he'd never even known was possible. He was so happy he  actually sang in the shower. He wasn't even sure what the name of the  song was, just something from the radio that had gotten into his head.

He'd asked Elle to have a baby with him.

He just couldn't believe it. Where had that come from? Had he even been  aware that he was ready to start a family? He had no idea. All he knew  was that he was happy, and in love, and wanted nothing more than to see  Elle's beautiful face, first thing every morning when he woke up.

He put on his last clean shirt and underwear and left a note for the  concierge to send him up some new clothes. He hadn't been expecting to  stay this long when he'd initially packed. Now he had no intention of  leaving, at least not until he figured out a way for him and Elle to be  together. He left two hundred dollars for the concierge as a thank you  for getting the restraints for him. They'd worked perfectly. In fact, he  made a little promise to himself that if Elle got pregnant because of  last night, he'd come back and sign a check for a thousand dollars for  the concierge.

When he put on his jacket, he felt the crumpled up envelope of his  father's letter in his pocket. He was about to take it out of his pocket  and throw it in the trash, when something stopped him. Maybe it was  that he still thought he might read it, maybe it was that he didn't want  to throw it into the trash in his room where he still might see it, but  he felt it there, and he left it.

Forrester knew as well as anyone that sometimes it's the smallest of  decisions that can have the greatest effect on your life, but he never  would have guessed how momentous of a decision this was. If he'd simply  thrown the letter in the trash, the maid would have come within an hour  to take it away, put it in with the rest of the hotel's trash, and it  would have been in a dumpster by lunch time. Forrester never would have  read it. But he left it in his pocket, a little memento of his past as  he began to make a new future for himself, and it ended up changing  everything.