/Henry/
She gave me a grin before setting the bottle to the side, then wrapped her other hand around the back of my head and pulled my mouth back to meet hers. Everything else in the room seemed to fade away until she was the only thing I could see, smell, and feel. The fragrance of her hair and perfume seemed to permeate the entire space. The flavor of champagne was still present on her tongue when it made contact with mine, and I could detect it immediately. The flavor of her, combined with the taste of the champagne, was perfect. It was the most incredible thing I had ever tasted in my entire life.
She broke away from me just as I was starting to feel a little out of breath. When she took a step back, I reacted by placing both of my hands on her hips and running both of my thumbs across the exposed skin that ran across her stomach, where the corset did not meet the pantyhose. It was impossible for me to allow her to get further away from me when she was looking like that.
She gave a little shrug and pushed my hands away before stepping back and reclining against the post of the four-poster bed, with one foot crossed over the other. She had such a seductive appearance that my dick was yelling at me to simply go ahead and take her. What a waste of time it was to try to remain calm and take our time!
She cooed at him in an alluring manner, "Take your clothes off, Henry."
I moaned and then began fumbling with the buttons on my shirt while my hands were shaking. Why is it that once you're in a hurry, everything seems to take twice as long? Or was it just the fact that I was so eager to get na**d that made it seem that way? She observed me while nonchalantly leaning on the post, nibbling on the inside of her lower lip, and keeping her hands behind her back.
I turned to look at her while I was only wearing my boxers, but all she did was shake her head. "Everything," she said, nodding her head in their direction. I couldn't help but crack a grin when I saw the formidable Samantha standing before me.
I pushed them off and stood there absolutely na**d as she ran her eyes down my body with a slight satisfied smile on her face. I then pushed them off. The passionate look that was on her face made me unable to contain my laughter, and I mocked her by saying, "You really are a pervert, Samantha bear."
She gave me a grin before shrugging her shoulders and asking, "Yeah, so what are you going to do about it?" She responded while chuckling nervously.
At long last, I was able to move my feet. I got as near to her as I could as quickly as I could, wrapping my arms around her and bringing my lips to hers as I closed the distance between us. As she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her body against mine, she let out a low, gurgling sound from the back of her throat. The sensation of her lingerie rubbing against my chest made me harder, and I couldn't decide whether or not I wanted to remove it off her or whether or not I wanted to leave it on her.
I shifted us over to the bed and climbed on top of her, sliding my hands all the way down her body as I tried to commit every scrumptious detail of her to memory. Incredible was the sensation of having her once more beneath me. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed this. Because of how eager I was, I was already halfway there when we hadn't even done anything yet, so I knew I wasn't going to make it very far the first time because of how excited I was. Before allowing myself to partake, I made it a priority to ensure that she was having a good time by putting in a lot of effort to ensure that she did.
Her fingernails trailed over the scar at the base of my spine as she ran her hand down my back. This caused me to gently grit my teeth into her flesh. It was at that moment that I came to the conclusion that the corset and the stockings could remain, but the pantyhose had to go. I slipped my hands down her body, unclasping the suspenders and carefully taking her pants down. I then trailed my fingertips down her thighs, which caused her to excitedly raise her h*ps up towards me.
As I kissed my way down her neck and delicately nibbled on the flesh, I found it difficult to breathe. When I reached to the base of her neck, I gave her the first love bite of our marriage by sucking very hard and giving her the first of many love bites. I couldn't help but giggle as I continued to kiss lower down, allowing my lips and tongue to explore every inch of my wife as she wriggled and groaned below me, calling out my name. I allowed my lips and tongue explore every inch of my wife.
After I had her completely relaxed, I began kissing my way back up to her mouth while observing the reddening of her face. The way that she gasped and stared at me, her blue eyes flashing with pleasure, caused the hair on the back of my neck to rise up. She was more beautiful than anything else I had ever seen in my life.
As she moved her hand down between our bodies and grasped my erection, she smiled the entire time. I moaned in response to the sensation, and then I found myself staring into space as she began to move her hand. She flipped me over onto my back and kissed me across the cheek and along the jaw line as she did so. A sexy little smile played across her lips. She gave me a little nibble on the chin, making my dick twitch. Christ, I loved it when she did that!
My stomach muscles tightened as she lowered her mouth lower and lower, and the contractions were getting stronger with each inch that she moved her mouth. It tickled and gave me chills when her hair brushed against my skin as it trailed across my body. As soon as I felt her hot, wet tongue brush over the tip of my shaft, I knew I had to intervene in some way. I sucked in my breath and focused all of the strength of will that I could muster in order to tear myself away from her before she could push me past the point of no return.
As I moved her onto her back once more, she gazed at me in a perplexed manner. I couldn't help but grin when I saw how flawless my wife appeared exactly at that moment. She looked so incredible that I just couldn't believe that this girl wanted to be with me. When Samantha moved in next door to me all those years ago, the heavens above had to have been beaming with joy because they knew it would make my life easier.
I encircled her face with my hands and ran my thumb over the contour of her cheekbone as I said, "I simply want to make love to you now."
The lust that I saw on her face matched the lust that I felt when I saw her nod. Her breath froze in her throat as she nodded. "I beg of you," she pleaded quietly, "please be careful."
I could see how badly she wanted this as well, and all of a sudden I realized that it didn't matter how long I lasted the first time or if I did something wrong because Samantha loved me and wanted me just as much as I wanted her. It didn't matter if I did something wrong or how long I lasted the first time. When I immediately remembered that this was Samantha, my best friend and the love of my life, I felt all of my anxiety and worry melt away. Samantha is the person who completes me.
Because she would always adore me no matter what, there was never a reason for me to feel ashamed or inadequate while I was in her presence. In the event that I screw up this opportunity, I will have the rest of my life to make things right. However, I could tell from the look in her eyes that no matter what occurred right at this moment, she would never let me down, and the very notion of this sent my heart racing through my chest.
I gave her a comforting grin because I could tell that she was concerned about me. "Don't worry, Samantha bear. Everything is in order. Nothing can be improved upon; everything is just as it should be. "I love you so much," I declared to you in all candor. There were simply no words that could adequately indicate how much I loved her or how much that love would last since I was unable to convey it to her.
She gave me a sly grin as her arms tightened around my neck and her eyes focused intently on mine; I was able to deduce what it was that she was about to say even before she uttered it. Her eyes conveyed every piece of information that I required.
"I love you as well, Henry," she said.
I gave her an appreciative grin and leaned in close to give her a kiss as I got ready to spend the rest of the night with her. This was supposed to be our wedding night, but I had no intention of letting her get any rest at all on such an important occasion.
Epilogue
After seven years
"Mrs. Williams, if you would like to come in at this time...."
I looked up at the same time as Samantha, and she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the room after her as she virtually sprinted to the door. I gave her a grin in response to her excitement and then I locked the door behind me.
The woman spoke to the man and gestured toward the bed, saying, "Okay, so if you could lay down for me then and we'll get started." I moved over to the chair that was situated close to the bed so that I could see her while she made herself comfortable. It seemed like an eon had passed before today finally arrived, and I couldn't help but flash an ecstatic grin at Samantha. Both of us have been counting down the days ever since we were finally able to secure the appointment.
I had a firm grip on Samantha's hand as the woman squirted some transparent gel on her tummy and then rolled a small plastic object over it. I watched the entire process with great attention. I tried my best to pull my attention away from Samantha's face so that I could focus at the screen that the sonographer was looking at, but I just couldn't do it. I was genuinely interested in what the sonographer was seeing on the screen.
Even though we had been together for over seven and a half years at this point, it still seemed like only yesterday when we exchanged those three simple words for the very first time. She remained the most stunning thing I had ever seen in my entire life, and I will be eternally grateful for each and every one of her smiles. I would spend the rest of my life on earth doing all I could to make this girl happy, and now I have another person to look after as well.
For almost a year and a half, we had been actively attempting to have a child. She dropped out of college and almost immediately stopped taking the pill. The attempt was entertaining, and I got to act like the pervert that she always manages to turn me into, but this time I had a good reason to hide behind. I justified everything I did by saying it was for the sake of having a child, and I pretended that the fact that my wife constantly drove me crazy had nothing to do with it.
As she glanced at me, her eyes sparkled with pleasure as she bit her lip and looked at me. Oh, God, I pray that it's a girl and that she takes after her mother exactly! Actually wait, I shouldn't really wish that she looks like Samantha because then I'd have a hard time keeping the boys away from my little girl. If she does look like Samantha, though, I'll be in big danger.
While she was squeezing my hand, she made a small excited squeak on my lips, which made me laugh out loud. I gave her a brief kiss. She was ridiculously excited to become a mother, and she had been rubbing her stomach for the past eight weeks, ever since we'd done the test, and gushing over the fact that she had a baby growing inside of her.
Her exact words were that she had "a part of Henry growing inside of her," and she was cooing over the fact that she had a baby growing inside of her. She was going to be an amazing parent, and if I loved the kid even a tenth of as much I loved her, then it would have nothing to desire for in this world thanks to the love that she would give it.
A short "Oh!" from the sonographer is what drew our attention to the situation.
Both of us sent anxious glances in her direction, and all of a sudden, I began to feel queasy. There was a problem with something. She had leaned back a little bit in the chair and was furiously clicking her fingers on the keyboard before she placed the small plastic object to a different position on Samantha's stomach. She had also pushed herself back a little bit in the chair. Oh my God, it looks like we could have to give up the baby or something.
What if the baby inside of her tummy had been affected by anything, and as a result, it wasn't growing as it should have been? That would be terrible for both of us, but it would almost certainly be fatal for Samantha.
"Could there be a problem?" I asked hastily while reassuringly gripping Samantha's hand in my other hand.
The sonographer took a sweeping glance in our direction while displaying an emotion on her face that I was having trouble putting my finger on; it was a mixture of excitement and anxiety. "That depends…."
That depends….. What on earth was she trying to convey with such words? Either it was horrible news and there was something wrong, or it wasn't and I was making myself feel sick for no reason, since either way, it was either bad news or something was wrong.
To what extent? I asked. It appeared as though Samantha had stopped breathing when she was lying on the small bed next to me.
The sonographer's eyes darted back and forth between the two of us, and the corners of her mouth began to pull into a smile. She said that the answer "depends on how you both feel about having twins."
I had the impression that someone had smacked me across the face. There was utter silence across the entire room as no one spoke. Was what I thought I heard actually what she said?
Twins?
Two infants at the same time?
I could feel Samantha squeezing my hand in an effort to grab my attention, but I was paralyzed and unable to move. I could hear her laughing. I felt like I'd been frozen on the spot, like time had stopped. How in the devil did we manage to have two of everything? It was as though the old adage about buses, in which "you wait for one for ages, and suddenly two come along at once," applied to our situation. I think all of that preparation for a baby's arrival through practice has paid off more successfully than we had anticipated.
My mouth had gone dry. Twins. There was a possibility that I would have two daughters, and I was concerned that they would take like their mother. Holy cow, I was in a lot of trouble!
The sonographer made it possible for us to view the images by rotating the screen that she had been focusing on all along. I was able to make out the oval contour of her womb, and then it appeared as though it had been cut in half, with two itty-bitty figures wriggling around inside of it and coming into and going out of focus.
I attempted to look at Samantha while she kept repeating my name, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the computer screen. I could hear Samantha chanting my name over and over again. I was able to make out two small things there, which appeared to be gray blobs that moved about. After the sonographer pressed a button, I was immediately able to hear what sounded like frenetic thumping. Could you hear the heartbeats of the babies?
Two whole sets of diapers There are two infants that are awake in the middle of the night. Two infants wailing for their mothers to feed them.
I was eventually able to force my gaze toward the computer, where I spotted Samantha sitting there. My wife. My one and only true love. Mother of my......two......children......
I stammered something like, "Looks like I got you good," because I didn't know what else to say.
She started giggling uncontrollably while running her palm down the side of my face. I was still a little surprised, but it was gradually dawning on me what had just happened. All because of this incredible woman lying in the bed with me, I was going to become a father not once, but twice.
I uttered the words, "I love you, Samantha bear," and meant every single one of them.
She gave me a grin before gently drawing me closer to her. She lowered her voice and murmured, "Henry, I love you too."
I made a joke while laying my hand on her stomach and ignored the gel that was squelching under my fingers and said, "This means double the problems."
She responded with, "Yeah, but it will be twice as much fun."
I let out a chuckle and kissed her once again. Twins. It turned out that I was in serious difficulty.
THE END