Chapter 11

Terry found herself being kissed and walked backwards into the dining room.

Dale laid her back on the table, flipped up her nightie, hoisted her legs in the air and drove home.

“Oh fuck,” screamed Terry as his cock slammed into her cervix. He worked his cock in and out of her but kept it just fast enough to ramp her up, so she was wiggling on him trying to get him to fuck her harder.

She whimpered in frustration, and he finally sped up. Terry saw stars when she orgasmed. Dale’s grunts of pleasure told her that he was just as content being the one who was fucking her.

When he had finally stilled, he dropped her legs, bent over her to kiss her tits and sucked on them gently as he worried her nipple with his tongue. She shuddered under him as she orgasmed again.

“Anytime, anywhere, my love,” he said on her lips and kissed her softly.

He helped her up and walked her to the shower, where he proceeded to wash her with loving strokes, soft kisses and care. “How about we just have some toast? I’m not really hungry,” he said.

“I have some of Shelly’s ham and tomato soup?” she said.

“Perfect,” Dale replied. He knew as well as Terry did that Shelly’s soups were a meal in themselves. So, they sat side by side at the table and enjoyed a simple meal. They were both happy just to be together.

“So, when are we getting married?” Dale asked.

Terry nearly choked on her soup.

“Married?” she spluttered.

“I was thinking about Boxing Day. That still gives you about two months to do what you ladies do. Mum said she’d love to come for Christmas. Don’t worry, she won’t be staying here if we’re planning a wedding. Your dad told me that she could have your flat since you are here with me.”

“He told me that he is going on holidays in January, so Boxing Day suits him. Jake says we get two weeks over Christmas and he can stretch the holiday for me to three or four weeks if we want. So, what do you think?” he finished.

Terry opened and closed her mouth several times. “You seem to have this all planned out?” she finally got out.

Dale shrugged, “I’d have married you two months ago, but you seemed to need a bit more time. Plus, I want our kid born after we have married,” he said matter of factually.

Terry frowned, “What kid?”

Dale pointed at her tummy with his spoon, “That little tyke in there.”

“I’m not pregnant,” she said.

“When did you have your last period?” he asked smugly.

Terry frowned, “Oh, fuck! No, I couldn’t be?” She dropped her spoon and raced towards the bathroom.

Dale waited and finished his soup. A satisfied grin appeared on his face in between each spoonful. He looked up as Terry re-joined him and plonked down in the seat beside him.