Sex Unlimited(54)

“I need to come. Now,” I plead with him.

He doesn’t say a word. His fingers curl up and his tongue flicks my clit back and forth with precision and speed. My hips tilt upward and I writhe against his face, releasing every ounce of tension, worry, fear, and doubt. I’m floating and my limbs feel weightless. Before I can get my wits about me, the bed shifts, his mouth and fingers disappear from between my legs and are replaced by his beautiful cock. He guides himself inside me as deeply as he can go and my entire body jerks.

My eyes flutter open and Brisban’s eyes meet mine. I reach out and wrap my arms around him. Feeling him as he lowers his bodyweight onto me, I exhale. Slowing his pace, we meld into one motion. His face nuzzles into the crook of my neck and I can feel the heat of his heavy breathing against my skin. With every thrust he makes I push my hips up. We move together perfectly and, for the first time, it truly feels like more than sex. We are loving each other with our bodies and our hearts. Every movement, touch, and kiss is bringing us closer to becoming one.





3 weeks later…





BRISBAN HAS DEALT WITH THE pregnancy news far better than I ever expected or could have hoped for. I almost wonder if he’s holding back just for the sake of not hurting my feelings. He comes over nearly every day and has spent a few nights. We have also gone on some actual dates which has really been nice. I’ve avoided discussions about our future with the baby. I’m not even sure what I want so I can’t pressure him for answers I don’t even have myself.

He’s invited me over to his place for dinner tonight. I’m not sure why but he’s being extremely secretive about it. So far all he will say is it’s a surprise. I have no idea what he’s up to. Janette is convinced he’s going to propose to me. That’s not happening—she’s crazy. There’s absolutely no way in hell he’s popping the question. I’ve tried to keep myself as busy as possible all day but I can’t lie. I’m anxious and more than ready to go see him. I think I’ve checked my emails a million times, spent far too much time on Facebook, and my house can’t get much cleaner. I am exhausted. The fatigue has come swiftly into my life with the pregnancy. I can’t ever remember feeling this sleepy all of the time. Glancing over at the clock, I have enough time to take a power nap before getting ready. I send him a quick text.



Me: Taking a little nap then will be up and getting ready to head on over. See you soon.



Smiling I tap the send button and go lay down on the sofa. If I get in my bed I may not wake up until tomorrow. My phone dings.



Brisban: That sounds good. Both of you need your rest. Looking forward to what I have planned for you tonight. Love you.



He couldn’t possibly be any more amazing.



Me: Love you.



I send my text and lay back, closing my eyes with a permanent smile on my face. I’m not sure if it’s possible to sleep and smile simultaneously, but if it were I definitely would.





Standing outside his door I don’t knock because there’s an envelope with my name attached to it. I reach out and pull it off the door and flip it over, perplexed by what it could be. On the edge of where it’s sealed it reads: Open Me. I look up and around and smile. What is he up to? Slowly, I open it, revealing a plain, solid, deep forest green card with an embossed letter C on it, for Calloway, I presume. When I open the card it has handwriting in black ink.



Dear Candace,

This is the first of my introductions of my favorite things to you. Although, I don’t think knowing each other’s favorite things is all that important, I know it’s important to you that we know more about one another. So I shall educate you on all things Brisban Dexter Calloway. (See what I did there? Now, you know my middle name, too.)

This card is my favorite color. It has always been my favorite color. The day I saw your photo online it was this color I saw in your eyes and I couldn’t look away. In turn, I guess you could say Candace Greene is my favorite shade of all the colors in the world.

You’ll find your key to my place under the welcome mat. Please use it. Inside you’ll be greeted with more of my favorites. I hope you enjoy them as I much as I do.

All My Love,

B



I’m stunned and overwhelmed. I stand here staring at the letter and I’m overcome with emotions. This man is completely in another realm when it comes to being amazingly romantic and thoughtful. Flipping the key over I reach out and place it in the keyhole and turn the knob. When I open the door I see a trail of yellow petals from a flower on the floor. My eyes scan the room but I don’t see Brisban anywhere. I shut the door behind me and rest my purse on a nearby entryway table. Step by step I follow the petals until I’m in the center of his living room. On the coffee table is a large vase, full of beautiful sunflowers. Another envelope is attached.