Runaway Love

I was lost in thought watching my paintbrush leaving pastel colored strokes on the canvas. I pulled back and cocked my head taking in what I had completed so far. I heard my phone go off and made a mental note to check it in a minute as I

found a small mistake I had to fill in. I leaned in closer to see it better, and started filling it in.

A knock on the door pulled me from my canvas. I yelled for them to come in and I saw Sam looking around the room before his eyes settled on me. His expression showed concern, but relief. I looked back at the painting and saw that I'd gotten caught up in the process and done a lot more than I had originally intended before checking my phone.

"Sean wanted me to check on you, you didn't respond to his text or answer when he called. I just came to make sure you were alright." He said closing the door behind him when I nodded that I was.

Shoot. I never even heard my phone ring. I raced across the room to where it was charging and grabbed it. Glancing at the screen I saw that I had a text and two missed calls from him. I opened the text message first. Coming home for lunch, be ready for me in our room-naked and on the bed.

A grin filled my face as I thought about what he made clear without saying. I looked at the time it was sent-twenty minutes ago-he'd be here any minute. I turned and pulled off my smok, and dashed to the bedroom. I made it in and barely waited for the door to close before tugging my clothes off, quickly folding them in the chair. I had just barely sat on the edge of the bed when the door opened and he came in.

The air thickened and I swallowed hard as took in his appearance. His hair was standing up like he'd run his hands through it alot this morning. His black t-shirt was pulled across his shoulders and arms, loosening slightly as it covered his tapered waist. His tan tactical pants hung low on his hips and over his boots.

His hand went to his hip to pull his gun from his holster and place it on the nightstand. His hands moved to his belt and he undid it and then his pants. His heated gaze took me in, and I blushed, trying to cover my belly with my hands as my face heated.

"Don't, you're beautiful. I love seeing you naked. I also love that your body is growing not one, but two humans. Never feel ashamed about that." He said, stepping toward me. "I want you to show me what you want me to do to you." I blushed, but did as he asked. I lifted a heavy breast in the palm of one of my hands, and pinched my nipple between my pointer and thumb. I gave it a little pull as my other hand moved down my side and over my thigh to be between my legs.

I instantly zoned in on my clit and started circling it. I leaned back slightly, sighing as I felt the familiar hum as I started to head toward orgasm. Sean pulled his shirt over his head and toed his boots off, dropping his pants. He stepped out of them and closed in on me.

His hand came to my other breast, he knelt and pulled my nipple into his mouth. I groaned as he bit slightly. I felt something warm and wet on my fingers and looked down to see a drop of milk slowly drip from my nipple. I gasped, but was silenced by Sean. He grabbed my hand that was wet and licked it.

"I think your body is amazing, and I can't wait to be able to see the girls nursing from these amazing breasts." He said, soothing any fear and doubt I was feeling about it. "Don't be ashamed or fear what's natural." He scolded lightly before his hand pressed me back gently and he pulled my hips to the edge of the bed.

He spread my legs and I felt his fingers open my lower lips, giving him access to my wet core. His mouth descended on me and I moaned as he sucked my clit into his mouth. I felt his tongue flick my clit as his finger circled my core before slowly entering it. His tongue circled my sensitive bundle and a second finger entered me.

I cried out as he added a third finger. He rotated his wrist, moving the width of the three fingers in almost a complete circle as he thrust them in and out. Withdrawing a finger, he kept two in me and turned them so his palm was facing up. He started walking motion on my g-spot, pulling a guttural moan from deep in my chest. My body tightened and shook as a strong orgasm passed over me.

Sean stood and rolled me over so I was on my hands and knees. He roughly entered me from behind, I cried out in surprise as he filled me quickly. He set a quick pace, his thrusts becoming irregular as he neared his own orgasm. I was entering my second orgasm as he found his own release. He stiffened behind me and then relaxed and leaned over me, kissing my shoulder.

"I love you, darling." He said as he helped me stand.

He steadied me as my legs found their strength. We quickly showered and dressed.

"I have to go back to work but I'll have a late night. Oliver will be here in about twenty minutes. Sam is at the store around the corner. Do you want me to have him come back, or do you want me to send him home. Oliver already sent me a message saying he was on his way back home." he said.

"You can send him home, I'm going to work on my painting some more." I said, standing on my toes to kiss him.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." He said, double checking.

"I'll be fine. I'll lock up behind you and set the system." I said with a grin.

"Don't forget." He said, seriously.

He gave me a kiss, pulling me to him. I walked with him to the door. He turned as soon as he stepped out, and opened his mouth.

"I know, I'll lock it and set the alarm."I said with an eye roll.

"That's a lot of sass, little one." He said with a sly grin.

He signalled for me to lock the door and he stood on the porch until he heard the lock click. I set the alarm and watched him leave. Smiling to myself I turned and walked back to the room I had claimed for painting.

I knew I wouldn't have long before Oliver was home and I wanted to spend time with him, so I decided to clean up and put everything away. I hummed to myself while I cleaned my paint brushes in the jack and jill bathroom that connected this room to the nursery. Satisfied with how clean they were I placed them on a towel on the counter to dry. I was putting my paints away and getting everything set for tomorrow when I heard the door open and close. I glanced at the clock, only ten minutes had passed. Oliver must have been driving like a crazy person.

"Hey honey, want some help with-" I stopped short when I entered the main living area of the house.

A man with a hoodie on and pulled over his head was in the doorway, facing away from me. I knew instantly that it was Oliver, the build was all wrong. I started backing up quietly, hoping that he wouldn't hear me leave. The lights shut off suddenly, and I froze. Panic rose in my chest, and I swallowed a scream as the figure started approaching me.