Dirty Brit: Love Without Limits Page 5

  I keep sucking her sweet clit until I can’t focus, until my cock throbs, her perfect lips wrapped around my stiffness, sucking up and down. I hold her hips in place kissing her tenderly as she brings me to my edge.

  “Oh fuck, Dina,” I groan, my cum spilling into her willing mouth. She keeps sucking, taking my seed, getting me off. Her fingers cupping my balls as my cock spurts with relief. “Now,” I demand. “Roll over, darling. It’s time I fuck you properly.”

  My words are her command, and she dutifully crawls over to me, kissing my lips. Her hands on my face, pleasure in her eyes. “You taste so, so, good,” she whispers before lying down, her head on the pillow.

  I lean over the woman of my goddamn dreams, my cock ready to make all her dreams come true. She’s panting, desperate as I ease my thickness inside of her. Slowly at first, but then she begs me to go faster, “Please, I don’t want to wait.”

  She clings to me as I begin to fill her more fully. Her eyes are filled with so much love, so much pure desperate need, that I can’t help but give her what she asks for.

  Her gasps have me cradling her, kissing her softly as our bodies find the perfect rhythm.

  A rhythm only the two of us could ever find.

  I take her, and she takes me. And in the end, what we have left, is two halves of the same heart.

  Chapter Ten

  Dina

  I stretch, and yawn, slowly waking up to the sound of giggling, and Callum’s deep laugh. Something tickles my nose, and when my eyes adjust, I realize that it’s a stem of lavender on my pillow, a folded note beside it.

  Good morning, beautiful.

  Get dressed and meet me in the garden.

  ~ Your Dirty Brit

  I chuckle and sit up, my body still aching with pleasure from the night before. After the gala, Callum has made certain I’m in his bed every night. And I’ve never been so happy. But today is the day I have to finally make a decision about renewing my contract.

  There’s no doubt in my mind that I want to stay. But I’m still hesitant to sign another piece of paper saying I’m Callum’s employee. It’s something I need to talk to him about.

  I know the man cares about me. And I know Amelia wants me to stay too. But I don’t know what my future looks like here. How can I be Amelia’s nanny, and Callum’s...whatever I am.

  More giggling echoes from downstairs, and my heart swells. That single sound is one of the reasons I know I can’t leave.

  I dress quickly and pull my hair up in a loose bun, then follow the sound of giggling, out to the back garden.

  The sun is shining today, and the daisies, hollyhock, and sweet william are all in full bloom. But it’s the purple lavender that’s been recently planted around the garden that makes me smile.

  “What have you two been up to?” I ask, seeing Amelia’s dirt covered hands and the mud stains on her knees.

  “We planted lavender for you,” she says, grinning.

  “For me?”

  Callum moves around me, pulling my back against his chest, and saying against my ear, “It’s the official flower of Portugal.”

  “I didn’t know that.” I smile up at him, heart swelling.

  “It was my idea,” Amelia says, grinning up at me, pride in her eyes. “My mommy planted this garden,” she says, her voice serious now. “But now there’s a piece of you here too. So maybe you’ll want to stay with us.”

  My chest squeezes, and I crouch down pulling her in to a hug her. “I do want to stay, sweetheart.”

  Her eyes brighten, then she looks at Callum, “Can I ask her now? Please, Daddy.”

  “Ask me what?”

  Callum clears his throat. “Amelia—”

  “If you’ll be my mommy,” she blurts out.

  Callum coughs, a noise that sounds like he’s choking. And I know he wasn’t prepared for her to ask that question.

  “Oh, Lia,” I say, hugging her again, before releasing her. “It’s not that simple. Your daddy—”

  “Wants the same thing,” Callum says, taking my hand and lifting me so that I’m standing. “I’d planned on doing this somewhere else. Somewhere more romantic, without two little eyes watching.” He gives Amelia a look and she giggles, but then he’s getting down on one knee and pulling out a small box.

  Oh my god.

  “Dina,” he says, taking my hand. “I love you. You stole my heart the first time I saw you smile, saw those dimples. You’ve brought happiness and peace into this home. You complete this family. And we want you...” He shakes his head. “No, we need you. I need you.” He clears his throat, then asks, “Dina, will be my wife?”

  I can’t speak, emotions choke me, and tears blur my vision.

  “Say yes,” Amelia squeals, clapping her hands.

  I laugh then, “Yes. Of course, yes.”

  “Yay.” Amelia wraps her arms around me, and Callum stands and pulls me into an embrace, his lips on mine.

  “God, I love you,” he breathes against my mouth.

  “I love you, too,” I tell him. “Both of you.”

  Epilogue I

  Callum

  One year later...

  “Oh my god, am I really that big?” Dina asks, laughing when she looks at a drawing Amelia showed her over dinner. It’s a picture of our family, and just saying that fills me with pride. Screw feeling like an earl. Having such a perfect family makes me feel like the goddamn king.

  I come around my wife and place my hands on her belly, feeling my sons kick. We’re standing in the kitchen, dinner has just finished, and I’ve never felt so content. She made feijoada transmontana tonight and I must say, her pregnancy cravings work out well for the household. We’re all eating so well.

  “You’ve never looked more beautiful,” I tell her, kissing her neck. But I can’t help but chuckle when I see the drawing.

  Using crayons, Amelia drew herself, holding mine and Dina’s hand. Dina’s belly takes up half the page, and she’s made it so that you can see the two babies inside, already fully dressed and kicking a football.

  “I told her that it felt like they were playing soccer inside me, the other day.” Dina turns in my arms smiling. “I think she took it literally. I can’t believe I still have three more weeks to go. I can’t wait to meet these two. And not look like I ate a whale for breakfast.”

  “I’m going to miss you being pregnant,” I say as I start to kiss her neck.

  She chuckles. “And why’s that?”

  I whisper in her ear, “Because I like how horny you’ve gotten.”

  She laughs, spinning to face me. Amelia is out in the yard with Barb, playing with her new kitten. Dina and I are alone. “That I’ve gotten? Pretty sure I’ve always been the one ready to go.”

  I kiss her, my hands holding her hips. “True ... you were the one spying on me the night you came to town.”

  Her cheeks turn red. “I was in the bathroom, getting off...just picturing your cock.”

  I groan, massaging her tits. “Let me draw you a bath right now, darling.”

  She shakes her head. “No way. If I got in a tub with these twins still inside of me, there is no way I could manage to get out.”

  I kiss her neck, pinching her hard nipple. “A shower then?”

  Her eyebrows lift. “Now that sounds divine.”

  “Remember the shower on our honeymoon?” I ask.

  She nods, licking her lip. “Bali may have had dreamy outdoor showers, but upstairs there’s a double head.”

  “Oh.” I smirk. “Does this mean I’m invited?”

  She laughs, walking away from me. “You tell me, Papa.”

  I poke my head out of the back door and make sure Barb can watch Amelia, then I head upstairs, loosening my tie as I walk. In the bathroom, I pause in the doorway, looking at my gorgeous wife. Our wedding took place in the States, two months after we got engaged. We thought it was important for her family to meet Amelia and me, and it was a memorable trip. And not just because we found out we were expecting w
hile we were there, but because Dina and I were able to take our vows, making lifelong promises we intend to keep, with her family’s support.

  Now, I watch as my pregnant wife gingerly steps into the shower, I feel a longing overwhelm me. I undress quickly, blinking back unexpected tears. She turns, seeing me.

  “What is it?” she asks as I step into the shower with her.

  “I never want to lose you, Dina.”

  Her eyes turn glassy and she wraps her arms around my neck, though her big belly makes it nearly impossible. “For as long as we have, we have one another.”

  I nod, knowing she’s right. We do have one another. We have this. Right now.

  Our mouths meet as the warm water covers us. The kiss deepens and my cock grows hungry. Her pussy must be getting pretty needy too because when I look down at her, there is a sparkle in her eyes.

  “God, I love you,” I tell her.

  “Good,” she says. “Now spin me around, dirty Brit, and make me come.”

  I laugh, loving the way she makes every damn moment so candidly perfect. I turn my wife so her arms rest against the tiled shower. My needy cock running over her ass, my hand slipping between her legs, feeling her warm, slick pussy.

  “Oh, Callum,” she moans, arching her back as I ease my thickness inside her. She loves being fucked like this while pregnant, and I want to make her come the way she’s asking for.

  “God, you’re so ready.” My cock fills her up until she is moaning - loudly.

  “Oh Cal, oh, oh my god,” she pants. I hold her hips as I rock against her creamy ass, fucking her the way she asked for, the way she needs. My fingers run over her tits, they are so big and full with pregnancy and I massage them gently, not wanting to hurt her as I ram my thick cock deeper and deeper into her sweet juicy hole.

  “Oh fuck,” she cries. “Yes!”

  She comes hard and I finish inside her, my cum erupting from my tip and filling her up. She’s shaking, her groans so reckless and wild. I pull out from my darling wife, wrapping my arms around her from behind. The twins are kicking as I kiss her neck, and I breathe her in.

  “Callum,” she whispers, reaching to turn off the shower.

  “What is it?” I ask, guessing she wants another round. My wife loves it when I fuck her hard.

  “I think my water broke!” She laughs, turning to face me.

  “We’re in the shower though, are you sure?”

  She nods. “The contractions...the...oh, um, yes, I’m sure.” She grips my hand as a forceful and unexpected contraction rushes over her. This is no practice round, her face goes white as a new level of pain overtakes her.

  “Oh darling,” I say. “You’re in labor.”

  She gasps, the reality dawning on her. “Oh Callum. One year ago today we met.”

  “And today,” I say, my heart pounding with happiness as I help her from the shower. “We meet our sons.”

  Epilogue 1

  Callum

  One year later...

  “Oh my god, am I really that big?” Dina asks, laughing when she looks at a drawing Amelia showed her over dinner. It’s a picture of our family, and just saying that fills me with pride. Screw feeling like an earl. Having such a perfect family makes me feel like the goddamn king.

  I come around my wife and place my hands on her belly, feeling my sons kick. We’re standing in the kitchen, dinner has just finished, and I’ve never felt so content. She made feijoada transmontana tonight and I must say, her pregnancy cravings work out well for the household. We’re all eating so well.

  “You’ve never looked more beautiful,” I tell her, kissing her neck. But I can’t help but chuckle when I see the drawing.

  Using crayons, Amelia drew herself, holding mine and Dina’s hand. Dina’s belly takes up half the page, and she’s made it so that you can see the two babies inside, already fully dressed and kicking a football.

  “I told her that it felt like they were playing soccer inside me, the other day.” Dina turns in my arms smiling. “I think she took it literally. I can’t believe I still have three more weeks to go. I can’t wait to meet these two. And not look like I ate a whale for breakfast.”

  “I’m going to miss you being pregnant,” I say as I start to kiss her neck.

  She chuckles. “And why’s that?”

  I whisper in her ear, “Because I like how horny you’ve gotten.”

  She laughs, spinning to face me. Amelia is out in the yard with Barb, playing with her new kitten. Dina and I are alone. “That I’ve gotten? Pretty sure I’ve always been the one ready to go.”

  I kiss her, my hands holding her hips. “True ... you were the one spying on me the night you came to town.”

  Her cheeks turn red. “I was in the bathroom, getting off...just picturing your cock.”

  I groan, massaging her tits. “Let me draw you a bath right now, darling.”

  She shakes her head. “No way. If I got in a tub with these twins still inside of me, there is no way I could manage to get out.”

  I kiss her neck, pinching her hard nipple. “A shower then?”

  Her eyebrows lift. “Now that sounds divine.”

  “Remember the shower on our honeymoon?” I ask.

  She nods, licking her lip. “Bali may have had dreamy outdoor showers, but upstairs there’s a double head.”

  “Oh.” I smirk. “Does this mean I’m invited?”

  She laughs, walking away from me. “You tell me, Papa.”

  I poke my head out of the back door and make sure Barb can watch Amelia, then I head upstairs, loosening my tie as I walk. In the bathroom, I pause in the doorway, looking at my gorgeous wife. Our wedding took place in the States, two months after we got engaged. We thought it was important for her family to meet Amelia and me, and it was a memorable trip. And not just because we found out we were expecting while we were there, but because Dina and I were able to take our vows, making lifelong promises we intend to keep, with her family’s support.

  Now, I watch as my pregnant wife gingerly steps into the shower, I feel a longing overwhelm me. I undress quickly, blinking back unexpected tears. She turns, seeing me.

  “What is it?” she asks as I step into the shower with her.

  “I never want to lose you, Dina.”

  Her eyes turn glassy and she wraps her arms around my neck, though her big belly makes it nearly impossible. “For as long as we have, we have one another.”

  I nod, knowing she’s right. We do have one another. We have this. Right now.

  Our mouths meet as the warm water covers us. The kiss deepens and my cock grows hungry. Her pussy must be getting pretty needy too because when I look down at her, there is a sparkle in her eyes.

  “God, I love you,” I tell her.

  “Good,” she says. “Now spin me around, dirty Brit, and make me come.”

  I laugh, loving the way she makes every damn moment so candidly perfect. I turn my wife so her arms rest against the tiled shower. My needy cock running over her ass, my hand slipping between her legs, feeling her warm, slick pussy.

  “Oh, Callum,” she moans, arching her back as I ease my thickness inside her. She loves being fucked like this while pregnant, and I want to make her come the way she’s asking for.

  “God, you’re so ready.” My cock fills her up until she is moaning - loudly.

  “Oh Cal, oh, oh my god,” she pants. I hold her hips as I rock against her creamy ass, fucking her the way she asked for, the way she needs. My fingers run over her tits, they are so big and full with pregnancy and I massage them gently, not wanting to hurt her as I ram my thick cock deeper and deeper into her sweet juicy hole.

  “Oh fuck,” she cries. “Yes!”

  She comes hard and I finish inside her, my cum erupting from my tip and filling her up. She’s shaking, her groans so reckless and wild. I pull out from my darling wife, wrapping my arms around her from behind. The twins are kicking as I kiss her neck, and I breathe her in.

  “Callum,” she whispers, r
eaching to turn off the shower.

  “What is it?” I ask, guessing she wants another round. My wife loves it when I fuck her hard.

  “I think my water broke!” She laughs, turning to face me.

  “We’re in the shower though, are you sure?”

  She nods. “The contractions...the...oh, um, yes, I’m sure.” She grips my hand as a forceful and unexpected contraction rushes over her. This is no practice round, her face goes white as a new level of pain overtakes her.

  “Oh darling,” I say. “You’re in labor.”

  She gasps, the reality dawning on her. “Oh Callum. One year ago today we met.”

  “And today,” I say, my heart pounding with happiness as I help her from the shower. “We meet our sons.”

  Epilogue II

  Dina

  Two years later…

  “No, William,” Amelia scolds her brother. She’s like a second mom to them, doting on them constantly. “You can’t eat crayons.” She pulls the blue crayon out of his mouth and he starts to wail.

  As if on cue, Henry pops a red crayon in his mouth, a big grin on his face when he looks at Amelia.

  “Mom,” Amelia calls to me, even though I’m only ten feet away preparing their snack. “They’re eating the crayons again.”

  I laugh and wipe my hands on the dish towel before plucking the red crayon from Henry’s mouth, and setting plates of fruit and cheeses in front of them. William stops crying immediately, his pudgy fingers reaching for the cut up banana.

  “That’ll taste much better,” I say, ruffling William’s dark hair.

  Amelia stands and helps me put the crayons and paper away. She’s so tall now, at nine she almost reaches my shoulders, and I know she’s going to tower over me in a few years.

  “Thank you, sweetheart,” I say, putting the crafts away. “Do you want to help me make the chocolate cake now?”

  “Yes, please.” She smiles, hugging me before racing to the pantry to get the ingredients. She could probably make it by herself now, she’s helped me so many times. But baking has become our thing to do together.