kalani depradine

The week went by slow. I brought Amelia into my bedroom while Grayson was gone and she was surprisingly good. I hadn't expected for Grayson to actively communicate with me while he was away, but he did. He texted me daily and video called me when he could. In response to his efforts, I wanted to make his return special.

Steak is his weakness and I planned on making our dinner perfect. The table was set nicely while dinner remained in the oven as I waited for Grayson to get home. Amelia was fast asleep and would be for the remainder of the night if all went well. I wore a silk robe on top of my lingerie resting under.

I rushed to the front door when someone knocked. Grayson said he had just landed and there was no way he could get in from the airport in five minutes. The last person I expected to see was Toby who held a box in hand.

"Toby," I showed the surprise in my voice. Usually security calls to let me know someone new would be coming up the driveway. But I hadn't received a call and he's not on the pre approved list of people.

"I know this is unexpected. I was just going through things at home and I found a bunch of your things I thought you'd want," he informed me. I used to leave things at his home all the time and I wasn't surprised he found a bunch.

"Thank you," I opened the door wider without realizing my robe and lingerie were on full display for him to see. My robe was long with feathers at the bottom and at the end of my sleeves. The ties weren't tied and it revealed everything I had going on underneath.

"Shit, sorry did I inter-"

"Oh no. I mean...Grayson is on his way home and should be here soon. But you can come in," I welcomed him into the house. I was slowly becoming more familiar with the layout of the home and it wasn't difficult to lead him upstairs to one of the spare bedrooms with an overflow of my belongings.

"Amelia asleep?" Toby casually questioned.

"She is. Do you wanna see her?" I took his arm and led him further down the hall to her bedroom. I carefully opened the bedroom door where she was asleep. I understood this wouldn't be something Grayson is happy about if he ever found out. But Toby and I have been friends for ages and he deserves to see my first born.

"Fuck, Kalani, she's adorable," he put his finger in the crib to hold her tiny hand. I carefully took her from the crib, gently placing her in his arms. "It's crazy because I honestly thought we'd be those friends who are both single in their thirties and end up having a kid together just for the sake of having a kid together," he kept his voice quiet. I hid my smile because it used to be a thought that also crossed my mind. I have a long list of things I expect out of a relationship which has always led me to believe I'll be single forever. Toby is also so consumed in his work that he doesn't have time for relationships and dating.

"Yeah. It's crazy how things turned out," I admitted while looking down at her. I couldn't believe she is a product of a one night stand. As soon I found out I was pregnant I never for a second thought about not having her and I'm so happy that thought never crossed my mind because I can't imagine not having her. She's only been in this world for over a month, but I can't imagine a world without her.

"Is he good to you?" Toby switched the topic at hand and I sighed.

"It's complicated," I spoke under my breath. Whether Grayson is good to me or not, I'll be marrying him. We're entering into a contractual agreement with the intentions of it not just being an agreement, but that's all contingent on Grayson's ability to shift his priority from work to Amelia and I. He's been doing his best to do so and I have full faith in him. "But yes. As good as he can be. He's good," I assured him and he slowly nodded, taking his eyes away from Amelia.

I turned my attention away from Toby and to the door that now had a body at it. Grayson's body now stood at the door frame. Despite his calm face, his body language revealed he was angry. His eyes darted from my face to my body in my lingerie to Amelia currently in Toby's arms. I was quick and careful with taking her from Toby and putting her back in her crib.

"You're back," I tried to smile at him to soften up the tension but it was not working. "Let's leave before she wakes up," I suggested and Grayson moved from the doorway for Toby and I to leave.

"I'm going to walk myself out," Toby read the room. Grayson was not at all happy about him being here. I smiled as I squeezed his arm. He walked away and Grayson kept his angry eyes on me. Grayson isn't a yeller, so I knew that's not what he would do right now. But I was still worried of what he would say.

"Not only do you have a man in my house while I'm not here. But he's in my house, holding my child while you're dressed like...this," his jaw tightened. I understood his anger. This looked really bad and him having to come home to see this was awkward.

"I know how this looks and I'm really sorry. He just showed up here to give me back some of my shit," I explained but the explanation didn't seem good enough.

"And why was he holding Amelia?" We've talked about how he's not comfortable with everyone and anyone holding her and I understand that and have been respectful of his wishes.

"He wanted to come see her and I didn't want to say no."

"And you're wearing this for him?" He pointed to my outfit.

"No, you asshole. I wore this for you. I made dinner and set the table for you so we could make things special." As soon as the words left my lips, he loosened up and looked at me with kind eyes.

"You did?"

"I did," I went on my toes to wrap my arms around his neck. My fingers trailed into his hair, holding onto it as he pulled me close. I know this has been the only thing on his mind for the past week. "You've been patient with me. Haven't you?" My lips ran along his jaw, feeling the stubble. He smelt clean and strong. Fuck, I missed him.

The bulge in his pants was increasingly becoming larger. It rubbed against my lower stomach when he pinned me against the wall. "Of course I have, baby." I know Grayson is a faithful man and knowing he waited my entire pregnancy made me want him even more.

"You haven't pushed me. You haven't asked anything of me. You've taken care of my needs when I had them, with no expectations of reciprocation. I don't want you to think your actions have gone unnoticed. I appreciate you," I kissed the corners of his lips, his hands squeezing my behind before picking me up.

"Show me," he paused his words. "Show me how much you appreciate me, Kalani."

"Wait, I made dinner," I laughed as he pushed the door open to our bedroom.

"It's not going anywhere," he carefully set me on the ground for me to get on my knees. The sound of him unbuckling his belt was music to my ears. I pulled it off and threw it onto his floor. Unzipping his pants, I pulled his pants along with his briefs down. His length sprung to life, meeting me just at my lips.

"Is this what you wanted?" I looked up at him through my lashes, my hand wrapping around only half of his full length.

"I want to see you wrap those pretty lips around my cock. I want to feel you right here," his thumb applied pressure onto my throat.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't intimidated. I've done this once with Grayson. Once was enough to learn what he likes and what he doesn't like. Grayson likes to dominate. He likes to feel in control. He likes subservience.

My tongue swirled around his tip, a hiss leaving his lips as he removed his dress shirt. Licking up his shaft, I brought him into my mouth to feel how warm he is. He was only half way in and I already felt filled. I sucked, bring my head up then down then up, going further and further down each time. His hips were shifting, meeting me in the middle.

"I want you to take all of me," his voice was low. Wrapping his knuckles around my hair, he prevented me from going back up. He slowly shoved me closer to him until my lips met his hips. My hands went to his thighs, resisting the urge to push away from him when my oxygen slowly ran low.

He likes that. He likes knowing the simple act of breathing is only at his mercy. It gives him power. And only when he was ready did he pull my mouth away. My chest heaved for air. A smile crept on his face at the line of spit running from my mouth to his tip.

"Look at you, taking it like a good girl," Grayson pulled himself forward to bring his length back into my mouth. A pool formed between my legs and it was throbbing, begging to be touched by him.

He used my mouth for his pleasure, fucking it until his balls tightened. His tip met the back of my throat, when it twitched for him to let out his release. My eyes squeezed shut at it being forced down my throat. They began to water before he slowly pulled out when his dick went soft.

"Fuck. I forgot how good you are at this," Grayson grunted when I sucked the tip on its way out of me. "Stand up and get on the bed, baby," he instructed while he went to the nightstand.

I stood to feet, letting my robe slide off my body before laying my back on the bed. Questions spiralled through my head, wondering if this would be enjoyable for either one of us. Childbirth changes a body and what if mine doesn't live up to his expectations anymore? I bit my lip as I stared at the ceiling. These thoughts would ruin my night if I didn't force them away.

"I've been thinking about doing this with you since the first time we met. All I've ever wanted to do was put my cock in you again," he pulled the straps of my bodysuit down my arm then down my body before tossing it on the ground. "You know I love hearing you scream, but I'm going to need you to keep your voice down since our daughter is in the room right beside us. Can you do that for me?" He rested on his elbows, bringing his head close to mine. He slid the condom on, rubbing his tip against my opening.

"Mhm," my hands went to the muscles of his arms. His nose brushed against mine as he slowly thrusted into me. It was painful and I bit onto my tongue to stop myself from screaming in pain.

"Is that okay?" Grayson asked, still yet to be fully in me.

"It's okay," I nodded before he kissed my lips. My nails dug into his arms, his mouth masking the sounds of my moans. It took a moment, but his movements went from pain to pleasure and that's when I couldn't get enough of him.

My head fell back, feeling a hitch in my breaths when he sank deeper inside of me. Hearing him groan in my ear was the peak on top of everything. Knowing I filled his sexual void made me feel dangerously satisfied with anything he could ever ask from me.

He kissed my face and kept his thrusts slow and deep the entire time until I came with a small whimper. My legs wrapped his waist when he reached his climax with uneven breaths. He stayed staring at my eyes and all I wanted to do was get into his head.

"Do I still feel...good?" I hated asking, but it was the first thing I thought to speak of.

"You feel perfect, love," he got out of the bed, bringing me with him to carry to the bathroom shower. He let it run warm first before stepping inside. His lips wouldn't leave mine and he would not let me down onto my feet. "I don't think I can go on another business trip if you're not there."

"Is that your way of saying you missed me?" I smiled, my thumb running along his lips.

"Missed is an understatement."