In Love with Lori Ch. 07 Pt. 02.2

"Just like Mom, baby; you know what I want!"

Davey licked his lips and grinned happily, his eyes dancing in the subdued light, making me flutter inside; he looks delicious at the best of times, but when his horny head takes over he's irresistible, and I wanted a large bite!

"Are you sure about this, Darling Girl?" he murmured, and I bit my bottom lip and grinned, two things I know make him extra-super horny, the feel of his rock-hard cock throbbing in my pussy telling me all I needed to know about how worked-up he was.

Davey slipped out of me, even that causing me to gasp and bite my lip, and I put my hands behind my knees, holding my legs open and high. Davey shuffled forwards on his knees, and rubbed the head of his slick cock against my asshole. I was already loose from his fingers playing around me, but he still lubed me with my own juices, and when I nodded, slowly pushed forward.

The sensation of him slowly, inexorably sliding into my ass was all I was waiting for; we'd done this so often that it barely hurt at all, but the pleasure was always there, always new, always different. Davey liked to do it this way so he could kiss me as he sodomized me, and I liked it this way because I could look into his eyes as he fucked my ass and see his pleasure as he pleasured me. My hands slid down from behind my knees to hold my butt-cheeks open, lifting my mid-section until Davey was pile-driving me, jamming his cock into my ass as I humped back at him, feeling the threads of orgasm once more curling and twining inside me.

Davey could obviously feel it too. His expression as he hammered into me said it all, he was obviously trying to hold it back, to make it last, and when he kissed me, hard, that's when it hit me once again, that thunderbolt of orgasm, like lightning spearing through me. I screamed with release, my pussy squirting my juices over his mid-section as I came like never before, wave upon wave of pleasure searing me. My asshole tightened around his pounding cock, and he groaned out load, his cock swelling and jamming in my asshole as once more he blasted his spunk into me, filling me with his essence again and again.

Davey slowly slid out of me, making me whine as a string of mini-orgasms went off me like firecrackers, and he slumped down beside me, almost too tired to move. I was a sweaty mess from all that humping and pumping, and I really needed to get all that lingerie off; it looks good and makes men horny, but sleeping in it? Try it sometime...

Davey helped me unbutton that basque, kissing me every time he popped a button or unhooked an eye, until finally that sexy, but constricting, corset was off and I could breathe again. I slumped back with a sigh of relief, and after a while, noticed Davey, with his head resting on his elbow, grinned happily at me.

"What, what'd I miss?" I grinned, and Davey leaned over and kissed my tummy.

"Hello, Charlie..." he murmured, and then I realized my baby-bump had finally started to show; well, it was about time, I was well into the second trimester. I looked at Davey and smiled, and saw the sparkle of unshed tears in his eyes.

"Looks like our son has decided to make his presence felt..." he whispered, "Now both my babies are here for real. Love you, Angel-May!"

We slept late, as per instructions, and, after an extended bout of kissing, nibbling, licking, and groping, had a long, hot, and very sexy shower, and then Horny Head came a-calling, and Davey fucked me unmercifully in the bed, on the bed, on the floor, and over a chair, and, just to make sure, filled my ass again in the shower. We came down, somewhat shakily, very late indeed, to find Sophie and Uncle Richard had come along early and supervised the clean-up; all the mess and debris was gone, the marquee and catering stuff all taken down and taken away, the rooms put back in order, and the people who'd done it all paid, tipped, and gone; apart from a heap of uneaten food filling both fridges, no evidence remained that a loud and noisy wedding reception had happened just a few hours earlier. I couldn't help but replay in my mind what Davey had once said about Sophie, and 'Ladies Who Organize...'

To thank them, I made them sit and relax while I made coffee, tea, and platters of sandwiches, canapés, pastries, sausages, petite-fours, and dainty little cupcakes, courtesy of all the catered food left over, and we had a family brunch, just the four of us. Sophie had already hosted breakfast for Davey's friends, and so Andy and Linda, Jack and Teruko, and Harry and Sai-Fong had tactfully left us to have a little post-wedding time together. Jimmy and Rosie had taken them to meet Aunt Sybil and have lunch with her before being chauffeured around picturesque Mid-Oxfordshire in Jimmy's limo; they'd had it figured that we'd want a little alone-time with Uncle Richard and Aunt Sophie after all the panic and bustle of the last few days, so had made up a day to keep our guests occupied and interested elsewhere.

Richard and Hugo had kidnapped my girls, but Sophie had a very good idea where they were and what they were doing; with her usual aplomb and savoir-faire, she reminded us that it had been so long since those two had been involved with 'nice' girls she was just overjoyed Josie and Sara had finally made those two hulking articles sit-up and beg; both girls were over eighteen, so whatever they were up to with her boys, it was between them and their parents, but she'd already reserved some Honiton Lace and several bolts of white, watered silk, and put our mind-reader of a dressmaker on-notice; from all appearances, it looked like she was going to be needed...

Davey and I spent a lazy afternoon basically lounging together kissing, nibbling, holding, just being together, planning how our life would be going forward. Davey was still in-training, that part wasn't going to change for a while, so what we mainly talked about was what I was going to do for the next few months, or at least until Charlie chose to make his appearance. I had a pretty definite date, and my scans and checkups were all normal, so no worries there. Davey was fascinated with the news that Hugo and Richard had been captured by Josie and Sara and the thought that we were possibly looking at two more family weddings in the near future, possibly three, depending on when Rosie and Jimmy decided to tie the knot. Davey was also taken with the notion that Josie and Sara, his de-facto baby sisters, would be most likely marrying his first cousins and their babies would be his close family.

"I wonder if Aunt Sophie is ever going to tell Uncle Richard who he really is?" he mused, his eyes sad and distant. "I'd really like to address him as 'Uncle Richard' and know that he knows it's not just a courtesy title; he's my father's older brother, I'd like one day to welcome him as my uncle for real. At the end of the day, he's the only real family I have, present company excepted, of course; I really wish I could acknowledge him as such."

He looked so sad I couldn't help but kiss him gently.

"You know, baby, and I know, and that's enough for me. I love them both, they feel like Mom and Daddy to me, and that's not just hormones talking; everything about them fills me with that 'Mom and Daddy are here' feeling; it happened the first time I ever met them. When he danced with me last night, for a split-second I swear to God I saw Daddy's face when I looked at him, and you know what? I think Daddy's pleased he and Sophie are in my life now. Mom said before she went that she'd always be there for me, one way or another, and I know it sounds crazy, but I can't shake the feeling that Uncle Richard and Sophie are here in our lives because Mom made it happen that way."

Davey grinned that sweet, quizzical smile and kissed my forehead gently.

"It doesn't sound crazy, Angel-May; it sounds like love to me. I can't believe how lucky we are to have family like them. Sophie once told me to trust in my family, and I do; I can't think of better people to be my family and look after my babies when I'm not around."

The sound of Jimmy's car pulling up outside put an end to any more maudlin conversation, and Davey and I were ready to greet our guests as they came clattering in, chattering and laughing over their day excursion and their lunch with Aunt Sybil. As they came in and took their seats, I was once again struck with just how out and out beautiful his friends were; Sai-Fong and Teruko looked like resting movie stars, their perfect features glowing with impending motherhood, and Linda looked so beautiful and definitively 'English' I held my breath in wonder. Davey's friends, handsome men all, had captured such serenely beautiful women I found it hard to believe they were their sisters; they were so beautiful I felt sure they could have had any man on the planet; that they'd chosen their big brothers told me all I needed to know about what kind of men they were.

We spent the afternoon re-hashing the wedding and reception, but I could tell Linda's heart wasn't in it; even I could see that that her not having found a way to marry her beloved Andy weighed heavily on her. I wanted to comfort her, to tell her that she'd find a way, they both would, but Davey's warnings about meddling with Jimmy and Rosie came back to me, so I bit my tongue and did my best to include her.

The day wore on and Linda and Andy insisted on preparing afternoon tea for us, Sai and Teruko needed their rest, and I was the blushing bride, so they jumped to it, and soon we sat down to a marvellous table groaning with all the food they could find in the fridges: sandwiches, canapés, cupcakes, rolls and cold cuts. Davey insisted it all had to be eaten before it all spoiled, so we stuffed and stuffed, making it more of a party than a formal afternoon tea party.

Once we'd polished-off all the food, and drank gallons of tea and coffee, Davey and I excused ourselves, and went and got the gifts we'd sought out for all of them, 'thank-you's from Davey for coming to our wedding, and from me, for being such good and loyal friends of Davey; these were the people he'd lived and studied with, schoolfriends and proxy family, and they and their families had cared for him when he was alone and so far from home, something I will always be grateful for.

For Sai and Harry, Davey had found a pristine antiquarian copy of 'Ivanhoe', Harry's favorite book when he was a boy, and a beautiful antique gilded-silver mirror and bangle from the vault for the baby; Sai wore a beautiful Jade pendant, an exquisite antique Japanese carving of two rats rolling an egg, and we doubted we could get her anything more beautiful than that. For Jack and Teruko's baby, Davey had found a lovely little Victorian ruby and smoky amethyst gold pendant on a fine gold chain, and for Linda, I'd found a tiny little Art Deco Jaeger LeCoultre watch, a classic look for a classic beauty.

When they had to leave, I had a huge lump in my throat; even after such a short acquaintance they felt like family, and letting them go was a real wrench; even Davey was feeling it, if the quiver of his lip and his frequent swallowing was anything to go by; the sad, longing look on his face when they left was heartrending, but the dear man still comforted me.

"Don't be too sad, baby; we'll be seeing them all again soon; the babies are due in a few weeks, we'll have a knees-up then, don't you worry..."

The way he said it told me he was really telling himself, comforting himself, but his arms around me never relaxed, and his lips brushing my ear were still as loving and gentle as ever.

*

Life soon settled back into a normal routine; Davey and his studies/training took up an increasing amount of time, which dismayed me, but, to be honest, he had warned me all those months ago that this was going to happen; he was the most junior surgical trainee, so his professors and mentors loaded him down with as full a calendar as they could manage. This was his 'make or break' time. Either he buckled-down, or he just buckled, period. Davey kept his shoulder to the wheel and kept going; sixteen-hour days became the norm; he'd come home so tired he couldn't even climb the stairs, and I'd just leave him on the couch, still fully-dressed, with a quilt over him and a couple of pillows, so tired, and so deeply asleep I could barely detect life-signs, let alone snoring.

Sophie and Uncle Richard were my mainstays during this time. Poor Davey wanted so much to be part of my pregnancy as more and more milestones were reached and passed, and I did occasionally resent the amount of time he put in at the hospital, but Sophie reminded me when I flagged that he'd told me this was coming, he'd given me fair warning, he'd even offered to give it all up to remain in Maine and go into family medicine, and I'd balked at that, instead I'd promised him I'd support him, and times like this were when he needed me most.

I understood and accepted what she said, because I knew Davey was his father's son. He had to be all he could be, because if he didn't, then in his mind he'd be nothing, and that would be the end of him. I would never let that happen; Davey was my world, I wanted him to be sure in his mind that he was doing the right thing, so I sometimes had to bite my tongue and instead of exploding over the life we were leading, I'd tell him I loved him and to keep reaching for the prize, even if I was shrieking with frustration and loneliness inside.

Those were the days I needed Mom most, and that was when Sophie made the most difference. I had Uncle Richard to be my dad, Jimmy to be the man who did my 'honey-do's', Rosie to be my gal-pal, and Richard and Hugo to be my big brothers, even if they were moping around 90% of the time because Josie and Sara had gone back to Des Moines to clue-in their respective parents and wrap-up their affairs, but Aunt Sophie was my lifeline, my reality-check, and the island of calm sanity I so desperately needed.

To keep me occupied, I started helping Sophie in a new venture; after much nagging from me, and a few gentle nudges from Richard, she'd agreed to put her talent for organization and masses of connections to good use, and had begun organizing Country-House events, engagement parties, christenings, even village fairs and fête's.

To her pleased surprise, she was a success; most social events in the county tended to be haphazard affairs, especially weddings, which were usually organized by the bride, her bestie, or her mom, and, unless the mom was the kind of formidable woman that Sophie could be, they were usually verging on shambolic. Sophie, with her bottomless address book, her vast pool of specialist dressmakers, caterers, florists, and decorators, and the names of the best cake-makers in the kingdom at her fingertips, became, almost overnight, the go-to for a properly organized, genteel, and memorable wedding, christening, 18th birthday, or engagement party. I was her backstop, Watson to her Holmes, with Rosie occasionally drafted in as tail-gunner, and Jimmy reprising his role as pack-horse, silent muscle, and token person to complain at.

All this helped to distract me from the fact Davey was away from my side for so long, so imagine my relief when, three days before my due date he came home at his usual ungodly hour, threw his clothes across the bed, and grabbed me.

"Guess what, sweetness?" he grinned, "A whole three weeks, I've actually got three weeks off, no early mornings, no late nights, cammere!"

I was so relieved, I was afraid I'd be in the delivery room and he'd be locked in the cardiovascular unit while I went through the delivery alone, but now he was here, and a whole freight-train of worries I hadn't realized I was pulling behind me just uncoupled and disappeared.

Being nine months pregnant meant we had to tone-down our sexcapades somewhat; obviously, 'Missionary' was out of the question, so Davey could really only fuck me in the doggy position, and while I had no problems suckling him and letting him fill my mouth, my breasts were so distended and sore he was loath to touch them; where once all he had to do was rub my nipples while ramming into me to set me off like a Roman Candle, the pain in my breasts, and the ache in my back, meant our sex-life had cooled right down; the desire was there, don't get me wrong; the sight of Davey naked always makes me horny and ready to rock 'n' roll, but biology and Mother Nature kept getting in the way.

What made it worse was the thought that once baby Charlie made his appearance, we'd have to wait six weeks after the delivery before we could make whoopee, and it made me almost want to cry in frustration; here I was, ready to pop any day now, and all I could think of was breaking beds with my blonde hot-boy; I was near to going out of my mind with need, and the thought of another six weeks of enforced abstinence meant I was a crabby, tetchy, bitchy mess, and poor Davey usually got the sharp-end of it. I think Uncle Richard had kind of warned him what was coming, because his look of almost saintly forbearance made me want to trip him up and just beat the shit out of him; humor me, would he? Give me half a chance and a clear shot and I'd have wiped that tolerant look off his phiz, you betcha!

I think he was almost relieved when, bang on time, I woke him at almost four in the morning to tell him my waters had broken, so could he kindly get dressed, grab the hospital bag, and get me the fuck to the hospital, because Charlie was on his way. I called Sophie while Davey went into 'well-controlled Blind-Panic' mode, and when he started having hysterics because he couldn't find the car keys, I had to grab his face, squeeze his cheeks, hard, to shut him the fuck up, and point to the car-keys hanging on the front door, where they'd been kept all week, all ready to go when this happened.

I'd always thought of Davey as 'Mr. Cool', but now that 'slightly-raised-eyebrow-in-the-face-of-oncoming death, Joe-Cool' façade of his was in shreds as he gibbered and dithered. I got him in the car by simply twisting his arm up his back and frog-marching him to the car, then shoving him into the driver's seat, hoisting my overnight bag into the back seat, and helping myself into the car, because I think he'd forgotten about me in his panic.

We drove to the hospital mostly on auto-pilot, Davey's knuckles white on the wheel and his face pale and set, but he still remembered to drive carefully through the unlit country roads and lanes. Sophie and Uncle Richard were there at the hospital, and that's when I finally lost it, but Sophie quickly marshalled the midwives and night-staff and got me in a gown, in a chair, and wheeled into the Mother-Baby unit, with Davey gowned-up and pushing me, and Sophie in attendance.

I was in labor for an agonizing nine hours; during that time, I alternated between panicking, wanting Davey to hold me, kiss me, come closer so I could throttle him, stab him, bash his face in for doing this to me, hating his guts and making graphic death-threats, telling him exactly what I thought of him, his family, England, the Queen, mother's chicken soup, everything, really.

Poor Davey took it all with that stoic, tolerant look he'd developed to cope with my third-trimester anger, frustration, and resentment, and I found time to promise myself he was going to pay dearly; he had 32 teeth in his head, he could probably spare a few, because I was going to punch that saintly look off his face...

As you can probably tell, at that point I was past rational and deep in my world of pain; I'd refused an epidural, something about the thought of it worried me, so I was relying on gas and my hatred of Davey to pull me out of this incredible pain.

Once the baby crowned, though, it all went so quickly I was amazed; from agonizing contractions to suddenly almost nothing, it was incredible. I didn't click at first, I was so hot, sweaty, tired, and just worn-down it took me a second to see the tears running down Davey's face, but then my baby cried as they suctioned his airway, and my hair literally stood on end as my nipples gave an almighty throb at the sound of his little voice.