Betsy and The Beast

Seventeen (Anthony)

I couldn't keep my hands off Betsy. My fiancé. I had no doubt the wind picking up in the cemetery was Gloria giving us her blessing. I knew I'd shocked Betsy, with my sudden proposal. Hell, I'd shocked myself. I wanted to marry her, of course, but I'd planned to wait awhile. Give us the chance to reacquaint ourselves with each other. Hearing Betsy talking about how short life was, though, prompted an earlier proposal.

Now, I was taking her to my house. Our house. I hoped to talk her into moving in with me by the weekend. Surely, she would, right? She did just agree to become my wife. I just hoped she'd like the house. I purchased it with her in mind. Yes, it was still big by her standards, but it was very family friendly. It'd been lived in and lived in well, by the previous owners. I thought that Betsy would love it, but now that I'd pulled into the driveway, I was getting nervous.

"What is this? Who lives here?" Betsy asked.

"You do or you will as soon as you agree to move in with me. I bought it for you...for us...and for our future family. I've lived here for a few weeks now and I must tell you, I've kind of fallen in love with the place myself. If you don't like it, though, we can sell it and find something you do like. Just because I'm happy here, doesn't mean you have to be. I'm sure I could find something that we both—'

"Anthony." She interrupted.

"Yes?"

"Shut up and let me look around." She said, smiling.

I grinned, nodding and escorted her inside, eagerly. Betsy took her time in every room. While she looked around, I watched her. She was so beautiful, and she didn't even know it. Today, she wore white capris, a bright pink blouse and matching pink flip flops. I wanted to strip it all off and claim her as mine, but I'd held back getting physical with her again. I didn't want her thinking all I wanted was the physical aspect of a relationship. I wanted all of her. Mind, body, and soul.

I followed her into the kitchen, and she sighed, "I can almost smell my mama's cookies in here."

"That's a good thing, right?"

She turned, with a soft smile on her face, "It's an exceptionally good thing. I love this place. When can I move in?"

"Right now." I growled and stalked toward her. She gave a startled yelped and took a step back, but it didn't deter me. I picked her up and set her on kitchen island. I cupped her face and claimed her lips in a searing, hungry kiss. She purred like a kitten and I went rock-hard beneath my shorts. I tore my mouth from hers and rained kisses down her neck. Her blouse dipped low and buttoned up the front. Without a second thought, I slowly slipped those buttons free and parted her shirt. Her twin globes were showcased beautifully in a pale pink, lace covered bra. I placed nipping kisses on her cleavage, and she threw her head back, gripping my hair in her hands.

"Anthony, please." She begged.

"Please, what, Babe? I want to lick every inch of you. I want to fuck you into next week. I'm trying to be good though. I'm trying to hold back and give you time to adjust to the changes in our lives. I'm so hungry for you, but I can wait for as long as you need me to wait."

Her eyes met mine, "Make love to me, Anthony. Right now. No more waiting."

That was all the permission I needed. With a growl, I lifted her off the counter, but only long enough to pull her capris and sexy panties off. I tossed them behind me, not caring where they landed, before I lifted her back onto the countertop. I lifted one of her legs, kissing up it, before I pushed her knees wide. She whimpered, trying to close her legs, but I demanded, "Don't hide from me, Betsy. I want to look at you for a moment and then I'm going to taste you."

She shivered and muttered, "So bossy."

I grinned, "That's what you wanted, right?"

She nodded and I dipped my head again, kissing up her other leg, before I dove between her thighs and drove her wild with my tongue. As I began to suck her clit into my mouth, I entered her core with one finger. She gasped and wiggled her hips, as I stroked in and back out, with that finger and then I added another. With my other hand, I pushed her open blouse off one shoulder and lowered one bra strap until her breast popped free. Then with my tongue and fingers of one hand continued stroking her center, I took my other hand and pinched her nipple.

"Anthony! Again!" She demanded.

"Now who is bossy?" I chuckled, before diving back between her legs and rolled her nipple between my fingers before pinching again.

"Holy shit!" She yelled, her hips bucking against my face and I felt her contract around my fingers. It was the best feeling, making my girl come.

I stood, with a smirk on my face, watching her slowly flutter back down to earth as I striped out of my own clothes. Then I pushed her blouse off and unhooked her bra, tossing them in the growing pile of clothing. I stepped toward her but suddenly stopped. I needed to find my shorts, which held my wallet. "Fuck, I better have a condom in there."

"No." She said, adamantly.

"No?" Fuck was she saying she didn't want to have sex? Christ, if that's what she was saying, I'd have to dive into the ocean to cool off. I'd do it, but it'd almost kill me.

"No condom. I don't want anything between us ever again." Betsy stated.

I blinked in surprise, "Uh, I have no problem with that, but you should know I'm going to fuck you often and that could mean a dozen or more babies."

"Bring them on." She said, grinning.

With yet another growl, I seemed to do that a lot around her, I dove at her. I positioned myself at her slick center and didn't waste any time coming home. I planned on fucking her in ever spot in our new house and when we ran out of spots inside, I'd take her on our back deck. Our house was semi-remote, and our deck wasn't viewable in most directions. If our neighbors, who were each a mile away, decided to take a stroll across our beach and look up at our house, they'd see us, but I doubted they did that too often. In fact, just thinking about taking her outside almost got me off.

Surprising her, and myself a little, I picked her up and carried her out the back door. "Anthony! What on earth do you think you're doing?"

"Look around us, Baby. Nobody can see us." I tell her, loving how the sunshine glistened on her naked flesh. I set her to her feet, before I sat down on one of two lounge chairs I'd purchased and motioned toward my lap, "Hop on, Sweetness, and go for a ride."

Giggling and glancing around nervously, she came over and straddled the chair and my legs. Then she slowly lowered herself, taking me all the way to the hilt inside of her. I moaned in wonder that I could call such a gorgeous, pure-hearted woman mine. Then she began to rock her perfect body in sync with the ocean. I knew with her moving in such a perfect, grinding motion, I wasn't going to last long, and I wanted her with me. So, knowing how much she'd liked it before, I cupped her breasts in my hands before pinching each nipple. She moaned and threw her head back, her grinding intensifying. I grinned and pinched her nipples again, yanking on them gently.

"Anthony!" She yelled, completely forgetting her prior inhibitions and really started to impale herself with me.

"Fuck, Betsy, I'm going to come. You better come with me." I hissed, gripping her hips and lifting myself to meet her thrust for thrust. I felt my balls stiffen and demanded, "Fucking come now, Betsy. Now!"

She did. I did. It was the best thing I'd ever experienced, and I couldn't wait to do it again... and again... and again. I'd probably have to wait for a while though, to give her some time to accustom her body with lovemaking.

"Anthony?" Betsy whispered not five minutes later, as we sat with me still embedded within her. I was reluctant to break the connection, so I didn't.

I'd been running my hands up and down her back, feeling more content than ever before. I replied, lazily, "Yea?"

"When can we do that again?"

"Fuck." I moaned, in pure bliss.