Chapter 15

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Grace

Feeling the intense warmth wrapped around me pulls me from the deep sleep I've enjoyed the entire night. As my consciousness takes over and I try to pry open my eyes, my mind lingers on last night. I have to say, hands down, the best night of my life. Francis asked me to marry him. I've found my soul mate. And my answer was definitely YES. The happiness inside of me seems to be seeping out of my soul. Never have I been this happy in my entire life. No, that isn't right, the best day was when my Damien was born. But last night is a very close second.

As my body becomes alert, my heart feels safe and secure. Knowing he knows, Francis' arm pulls me closer as his mouth, right at my ear, he whispers softly .

"Morning, darlin', sleep good?"

"Yes, Francis, I did. How about you?"

He pulls my back to his front and I feel his hard cock pressed into the cheeks of my ass. His cock, which seems to be pulsing and getting harder by the second. He does nothing but lets me feel his velvet steel length. As we lie next to each other, cherishing the beginning of our life together, I realize our world is a blank canvas. I feel safe in the cocoon of our love.

"Grace, I love ya more and more each day. Last night was hands down the best fuckin' night of my life. And don't say anything, as Damien being born should be your first. Knowing I am a close second fills my heart. What are our plans for today? Or to be honest I'm totally good with staying in bed all day, getting as close as humanly possible."

A laugh escapes his lips and his breath brushes my ear. It brings goose bumps to the surface and I feel wetness between my legs as my nipples harden. Francis knows the effect he has on me as his breath comes quicker and his arms become tighter around me. I push my ass back into his hard length and he lets out a moan.

"We have to pick up Damien from Brick's this morning. And then just do the normal stuff: grocery shop, wash clothes, and get ready for the upcoming week of work and school."

"Sounds good, Grace, but first I got another question for you. Don't panic, but been thinking about this a lot. We're goin' to be getting married shortly, so why should we live apart? Before you fly out of my arms, Damien and I have spoken and he is good with it. Please don't get mad, darlin', I had to ask him for your hand in marriage, along with your dad."

I feel my lungs contract as it hits me that this big badass biker spoke to both my father and son for my hand in marriage. Taking a moment to give thought to his suggestion, it does make perfect sense. Why pay for two homes when the three of us are together all the time? Why continue to pick one of the two places and try to keep both fully functional? Doesn't make a lick of sense.

It kind of gets under my skin that he can figure shit out so much quicker than I can. Didn't realize I had such a competitive nature and that isn't Francis' fault. He has been nothing short of awesome with not only Damien but me too. And my boy is excelling from all the male attention Francis is bestowing on him. They are super close and share such an amazing budding relationship that I hope keeps growing as the years go by.

Turning to face Francis, I put my hands around his neck and pull him down to me.

"It kinda of makes me mad that you thought of it before me, but you have a valid point with the two homes. If we downsize we can start to save that money for our wedding, if that is something you want. Looking at both houses, I know which one I would love to live in. Which one would you pick?"

Francis studies me for a minute or two. He pulls me closer and kisses my forehead.

"Darlin', I don't give a shit as long as both you and Damien are with me; we could live in a brown cardboard box. Well I could, never would allow that for either of you. With that being said, I think my house offers us more room, more privacy, and would be a great place for our kids to grow up."

I feel my eyes get wide at his words and my heart starts beating quickly. The thought of having Francis' baby growing inside of me and for him to be part of that puts me on cloud nine. His arms giving me a squeeze tells me we are on the same page with that.

"That's my choice too, Francis, I love your home as does Damien. Even though we might be jumping the gun, can't wait to get pregnant and have your babies. I love you so much. Thanks for loving me, Francis. You fulfilled me in so many ways."

He crushes his mouth to mine and lightly bites my lower lip. His tongue licks the seam of my lips, requesting entry, and then he devours me. God, this man turns me to putty in his hands. He has become very comfortable in his own skin and our sex life is out of this world. No longer embarrassed, he takes control and I love every single minute .

His hands are moving down my shoulders slowly, gliding toward the curve of my breasts. His fingers capture both of my nipples, first squeezing them, and then tugging slightly. This action causes tingles to run down to my core. I feel more wetness gather between my thighs. His hands start moving lovingly to hold my breasts, gently massaging them, starting underneath, rounding the fullness of each, ending with pinching my nipples between his fingers. Just his hands playing with me is totally turning me on. My body reacts and I try to move my hands to his hair but he grabs them and pulls both down to my sides.

"Keep them here, Grace. Don't move."

He moves, his mouth closing around my nipple, and he sucks hard. Then bites down, pulls, and sucks again.

"Oh God, Francis."

His mouth continues from one to the other nipple as his hand slowly moves down my tummy, reaching for my girly parts. I spread my legs wider to give him better access. And thank God he takes my cue. His hand goes straight to my swollen clit and starts to run circles around the entire nub. And not expecting it when he gently squeezes it, I almost jump off the bed.

"Grace, stay still, darlin'. No movin'. Okay?"

I just nod my head, as I am unable to form any words. I'm breathless.

Francis' finger moves to my entrance and very slowly he enters me. My inner walls contract and grasp to keep his finger in, but he pulls out and pushes in a bit harder. He repeats these actions, in and then out until I am losing my mind.

"Francis, I need to feel you in me, NOW! I'm going crazy. Can't wait. Please, baby, please make love to me."

Francis stands and removes his boxers urgently then enters the bed, lying on me, his weight distributed on his forearms, careful not to hurt me. He moves his hips and I can feel his long rigid cock as he moves between the curves of my legs. I shift to give him more room as he slowly enters me. The mushroom head penetrates and I absorb the feeling of him as he pushes into my center leisurely inch by inch, driving me insane. Trying not to move, my hands are clenched at my sides when I finally feel him completely fill me. His length and girth almost cause pain. Not quite though. Francis' hands move to cup my head as he looks deeply into my eyes and starts to move like he has all the time in the world. His hips start slow but increase in motion as the moans come from my mouth. I'm struggling not to touch him, as requested, but losing the battle. I urgently grab the bedsheets and start gyrating my hips, trying to match his rhythm. Each time he plunges in I raise my hips, giving him better access and he goes deeper. I try spreading my legs even wider, and Francis takes full advantage as his hips rest into my pelvis. We both are covered in a sheen of perspiration, and I am literally keening with the intensity of my pending orgasm. My entire body is pulsing with my desire and each time his hips thrust, he is driving me closer to the edge of no return.

Francis suddenly stops and gazes down at me. Being so close to exploding, I grab his hips to pull him back in and he shakes his head, one of his sexy smiles on his face. Stubbornly my hands stay on his hips and I look at him. God, how did I find such a handsome man? His scars no longer register when I look at this devastatingly handsome man knowing he has a heart of gold.

"Francis, please I'm there. I need you to keep going. Please."

Immediately he thrusts in and the speed he is going at is unbelievable. The feeling is something I've never experienced before and it builds quickly as my moans of " Oh God" and "Don't stop" continue to come faster and louder. My body seems to be in free-fall floating and my toes curl into the sheets. It is taking over me and I've lost all control.

"Oh GOD, oh GOD, Francis, yes, oh yes, it's coming. Oh the feeling is going…I can't take anymore. It's going to break me. Please, baby, don't stop. YES. Yes, oh God. Yes."

As he works feverishly to keep my orgasm going, one turns into two. As I begin to drift down, Francis pistons his hips three, four, and on the fifth and final plunge stays deep within me. The tremors moving through his body, along with the intense warm flooding of his release, are felt deep in my body. I hold him close to me as he tries to catch his breath. Time means nothing to us. Our world is each other in this bed at this moment.

Finally feeling my body lose him, Francis gently rolls off of me and gets up, tossing the covers over me.

"Be back, darlin'. Give me a moment."

I watch him go to the bathroom and the back view is great. I hear the flush of the toilet and the faucet turn on and off. He comes back to the bed with a washcloth and I can't decide which is better, the front or back view. Pulling the covers back, he gently cleans me. Then he tosses the washcloth toward the bathroom and climbs back into our bed. He always tends to me after. Never have I felt so treasured.

Pulling me close, he gives me a gentle kiss and places me partially on his chest.

"Let's take like thirty minutes, then we can start our day. Okay, darlin?"

Snuggling closer I nod and wrap my arms around my man, thinking that was frigging phenomenal. Francis chuckles softly at my thought.