Diamonds and Toads: A Modern Fairy Tale by K.E. Saxon

on her lower lip. “Later.”
    Throwing her head back and flinging her arms
wide, she went limp in his embrace. “Take me, I’m yours.”
    “Yes.” You are.
    He carried her into her bedroom like some
caveman out of a B-movie, dropped her on the bed with her legs
sprawled off the edge, and stepped between them. He’d never done
anything like it in his life before—was, on some other, distant
level, surprised and a little appalled at himself—but was so hot
for her, he hadn’t the will to change his course. He unzipped his
pants and shoved the open fly of his boxers aside, setting his
eager cock free. “I need to be inside you Dee.”
    “I need that, too.”
    She sat up, unbuttoning her blouse, but he
pressed her back. “Too time consuming.” When she grinned and gave
him a nod of pure-devil understanding, he pushed her skirt up over
her hips, lifted her legs over his shoulders, and pulled aside the
crotch of her silk panties. He slid into her in one long,
gratifying stroke, their surprised gasps mingling in the hushed
room.
    In the next instant, they were moving in
perfect time together, writhing and straining, breaths coming fast
and feverish, bodies striving toward release. The pleasure nearly
killed him. “Oh, God, Dee. Oh, God.” Somewhere, in the back of his
mind, he knew he sounded like an imbecile, but poetic, sexy words
were beyond him at that point.
    Suddenly, her eyes flew wide and she cried
out, arching high beneath him, her thighs quivering, a wave of rose
glow rushing over her face and neck, as her canal convulsed around
him. Pinpricks of light danced in his vision, the pace and depth of
his strokes increasing of their own volition. His head rolled back
on his shoulders as an involuntary roar burst from his lips and hot
cum exploded from the very core of him.
    When his head stopped spinning enough to risk
movement, he leaned down and kissed her drowsy eyelids and soft,
warm mouth. “Let’s get more comfortable,” he said and slowly slid
out of her. She murmured in protest, but was clearly still under
afterglow’s spell, because she didn’t say a word, barely even
opened her eyes, while he helped her reposition herself on the
mattress. He rolled her on her side and lay down beside her so that
they spooned.
    He held her like that for a good long time,
content to be near her, smelling the floral fragrance of her hair,
the heady scent of her feminine skin, and watching the sun’s last
rays move across the room, leaving quiet shadows in their wake.
    “Do you think our children will have black
hair or blond?” she asked out of the blue.
    The question roused him from the twilight
he’d fallen into and immediately put a vise grip around his heart.
A child with Delilah. God, he wanted that. He rolled away from her
slightly and looked up at the ceiling with one arm still tucked
under her head. “I—” his voice cracked, so he cleared his throat.
“I don’t know. It would be nice to have one of each, I guess.” He
felt her grin against his arm.
    “Yeah. I like that,” she said, rolling over
to face him and scooting closer so that she could use his shoulder
as a pillow. “We’re going to have a wonderful life together,” she
said, running her hand over his chest.
    He leaned down and kissed her, taking her
hand in his. “Yes, we are.” If I can sell the thoroughbred. The diamond in her engagement ring grazed his palm and he loosened
his grip. As he continued to kiss her, he thought of the ring he
wanted to give her instead and he wondered abstractedly if he
shouldn’t have brought it over to her tonight. No, better to give
it to her tomorrow night, after he explained about the fairy, and
the choice she’d given him to make. Explained how he’d had to
choose his father’s happiness over his own. She’d understand his
choice, Chas had no doubt about that. Her generosity and big, open
heart were a significant part of why Chas had fallen in love with
her in the first place.
    She murmured