Strictly Taboo(45)

His fingers found her pussy and stroked her delicate tissues. She closed her eyes and smiled. “Yes. Like that. You will make a good husband and lover.”



“Mon Cherie, I have never asked you to marry me.”



“You will.” She put her fingers on his lips. “I don’t have to pretend any more. I want you to love me and maybe give me a baby to raise. But we must do it without words. I need to feel everything you do to me. I can’t if I have to listen to you talk.”



Alain chose the best way of responding to her words. He kissed her again with commitment and love. She kissed back.



He backed off a few inches. “You said ‘no words’, but these are required at this point. I love you. I will love you no matter who you choose to be. That is permanent.”



She surprised Alain by drawing him close and bursting into tears. She raised her face toward the ceiling and wailed in joy and relief. She stroked his cheek with hers. “You love me. I have wanted to hear those words for so long.”



“I’ll say them again. I love you. I love you. I love you.”



While he talked he moved the head of his cock into her entrance. As he said the last three words, he slid gently inside her.



Mignon arched her back. “Oh you are big. How heavenly.”



He moved them around until they laid on their sides. He brought her knee over to rest on his waist. H kept himself from moving any deeper and touched the delicate, sensitive tissues around her entrance. She closed her eyes and smiled. Alain noticed two tears on her cheeks. He kissed each one to wipe it away.



Alain didn’t move for another ten minutes while he stroked and rubbed and pressed his hands against all of her important spots.



He felt her hips flex toward him convulsively and penetrated her slowly and relentlessly until he was completely buried. She crossed her arms over her chest and burrowed into his arms. Almost immediately, she pushed away from him. She rubbed her hands over his massive chest and arms. “You’re so big and strong. I can depend on you.” She lunged into him and stayed there. He wrapped her up and held her tightly.



He began a simple in and out movement she seemed to like. She made a light, quiet whimper every time he penetrated. Alain didn’t change anything. Thirty minutes later, she arched her back and groaned. She beat his chest and arms with her hands and humped up against him with her hips. She gasped for air.



He felt her contract again and again inside her sheath. She gave a victorious cry and settled back into his arms.. She touched his cheek. “I am finished, mi amour. Now you. Inside me. I want a baby.”



“As you wish.”



Alain clasped her butt with both hands and brought her into his cock. He pumped her hips and his cock together ten more times. He pounded her body forcefully, slamming into her. All through the process, she looked calm and happy.



He clenched through his orgasm. She felt him pump his semen inside her hips.



He finished and all of the stiffening went out of him. She pulled him over on top of her. He covered her almost completely. Anyone looking down from above would see only her eyes over his shoulder and her legs below the knees.



He asked, “Am I too heavy?”



“No. I love your weight. It is perfect.” She caressed his back with her hands. “You’re here now, inside my arms. Stay. Be content. This is your home now.”





Chapter Five



Emily called her sister, Lynette, when she got home. “Is there anyone involved in the drug traffic that drives a Lamborghini Sesto Elemento?”



“Yes. Ernesto Gomez. By the way, the car cost just three months of profits. He makes that much money.”



Emily said, “I have to know something. I want to have more of a relationship with Reynard. I need to know if he’s good or bad. I saw Ernesto outside Reynard’s house a month ago and again talking with Reynard today. Can you tell me what’s going on?”



The police, especially inside families, have a way of talking around the truth when there is something that must be conveyed and a reason not to tell everything. After a meaningful pause, Lynette said, “Does Reynard keep a number of paintings in his house?”



“Yes, he does. From what I understand, his security system isn’t up to standard as well.”



“Do you still have that small .380 pistol?”



“Yes.”



Lynette’s voice became firm, not concerned or worried, but firm. “I would move up to a .45. Choose one of the compact models. They’re easier to carry.” She paused. “Stop. I forgot about the two week waiting period. I’ll be right over.”