CHAPTER SIX
Foster
I needed her.
I needed hernow.
I eased myself back out slowly before sliding inside once more, my movements steadily growing as I pumped over and over into my girl. She felt so fucking good, so fucking perfect, and she was mine. All mine.
I grabbed a fistful of hair and tugged it backwards as she cried out. My free hand found her lace covered breasts, and I pulled them out, cupping the soft mounds and playing with her nipples as I continued driving into her.
As soon as I felt myself grow closer to my orgasm, I pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach and plunged in once more, fucking her from the front. I held one of her legs up in the air and she cried out in ecstasy as my hips connected with her clit in the best way possible. I rubbed her clit with my thumb and watched her fall apart underneath me. Her orgasm ripped through her, shaking her from the inside out, and she wrapped her legsaround my waist and hooked them at the ankles, holding on tight as she rode orgasm after orgasm.
It didn’t take me long to follow, chasing my own release, and I came hard inside her. I didn’t think of birth control or protection because I didn’t care. Zemia could have a thousand of my babies and I’d die a happy man.
I collapsed next to her on the bed, breathless and sweaty. A lazy smile stretched across my face, and I slung an arm across her back, tucking in to my side. “You’re amazing.”
“No, you are.” Zemia smiled and leaned over for a kiss, which I happily obliged. When she lay her head back down on her pillow, her eyes slipped close.
“No falling asleep yet. I’m not done with you.”
Zemia giggled. “I’m refilling my energy reserves. May need some food, too.”
“I’ve got you covered. For now, just lay here and enjoy, okay?”
She nodded. I rolled her over onto her back and positioned myself between her legs. And then I dived into what would be the sweetest pussy I ever tasted. And the only one I now craved.
While thingswith Zemia couldn’t be better, I wanted to wait until it was the right time to introduce her to Livvie and Joanie.
So, we took things slowly. Zemia came over for dinner as a friend and joined us on family game night. She built gingerbread houses with the girls, baked cookies, and read them bedtime stories after they begged her to. As I watched my little girls fall in love with Zemia, I fell more and more in love with her every day.
On Christmas, I invited Zemia over to spend the day with us. Opening gifts with the girls and having someone else there toshare it with made it all the better. She brought them gifts too, and we gave Zemia the gifts we bought her. Including her own veggie garden to start.
On weekends, when my parents took the girls, we went out on dates and learned more about the other. And when I had them, Zemia came over, sometimes waiting until they were asleep, sometimes joining us for our bedtime routines.
By the time spring rolled around, we told the girls we were in a relationship together, both of them excited and ready to have Zemia move in the next day.
And she did move in. By the summer, she officially moved in, subletting her apartment while still running her hair salon from the finished basement she converted into her business.
Her sister gave birth to another baby girl, adding a fourth girl to our family. There’d be so much estrogen around, we’d be able to manufacture the hormone.
Life fell into an easy pattern with Zemia. We both spent our days working and our nights caught up in whatever the kids had going on and soon it was Christmas again.
And this one was going to be special.
I planned on proposing to Zemia. It was time I made her my wife.
With the help of the girls, Zemia’s sister, and her nieces, I planned the day out from beginning to end. I recreated our first date together, from me showing up at her salon door with wildflowers, to taking her out to dinner, to bring her back home.
Only this time, before we got between the sheets, I was getting down on one knee.
“Thank you for a lovely dinner, babe. I can’t believe it’s been a year since we got together.” Zemia mused as she hugged me close in the foyer of our cabin after having just arrived home. “It’s been a dream.”
“It’s always a dream with you. And now, I have a really important question I need to ask you.” I said as I walked her into the living room. I flicked on the lights and the surprise the girls and I worked so hard on was finally revealed.
We formed all our wildflowers in a big heart, with the words in the heart reading-Will you marry me? Xo.
Zemia gasped when she read the words. When she looked at me, tears filled her eyes. “Foster, oh my God.”
