Designs On Daphne (9 page)

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  Daphne didn’t find out that Rodric knew all of Pumpjack moves, not right away. At first, all she noticed was what a considerate and attentive fiancee he could be, leaving his car running to dash into the drugstore for Benadryl and a bottle of cold water for her.

  Then, he helped her up to his new apartment and insisted she lie on the sofa and brought a pillow from the bedroom, plumping it under her head. Fussing with a blanket, he tucked it all around her, and she didn’t feel worried, or lonely anymore, not at all.

  She wasn’t a bit jealous of the ring Hank had given Daisy, either. Because she was certain Rodric would be a fabulous husband.
For my entire life!

  “Now, you hush awhile and rest here. Estevez has my car. He’s grabbing dinner from that Thai restaurant we like so much. I’m going to go lay your things out, honey. Are you comfortable enough here, Daphne?”

  She nodded, afraid to say anything, for fear of sneezing, or worse, bursting into tears. She held them back as he kissed the top of her head.“You just call out if you need me, darlin’,” he said.

  Then he strode from the living room in that manly way he had, leaving her tucked on the new leather sofa like a contented kitten. She did cry a little then, looking out over Lake Travis and watching the sun set, but they were tears of gratitude. No one had fussed over her since she’d been eight years old and Momma started drinking, not even Daisy.

  Daisy cared, but she only fussed over horses. Daphne was the big sister, after all. Daphne fussed, and so, apparently, did Rodric. Over her!

  She considered herself very lucky. Rodric loved her!
Well, he hasn’t said it, not yet.
But he’d certainly implied it-
Hadn’t he? After all, he mentioned the moments we’ll have the rest of our lives, back in the elevator at his mother’s!

 
Her chest swelled with a lovely sense of purpose that was all brand new, and her heart filled with anticipation.

 
Why, it sounds like I might be Rodric’s wife, soon! And that means I’ll also be the mother of Esther McGreer’s grand-babies and I’ll be able to rock them in that big chair, right back in the nursery!

  Maybe Rodric would tell her he loved her later, she reasoned.   Her belly quivered. She put a hand to it.

  
We might even start on that first baby tonight!

*****

  Later, when she felt better, after Estevez brought the food up, they’d eaten, cosy together on the new giant leather sectionals in the living room.

  As the gorgeous magenta light of a setting sun filtered over them, Rodric rose to tidy up the leftovers, kissing her before heading off to the kitchen. She felt a little shy about what the rest of the night might bring, but the kiss was very nice, a big fat juicy Rodric kiss.

   “I’ll just go peek in at the new bed?” she asked, a little nervously.

  Almost to the kitchen door, he turned and smiled, a big, crinkle-eyed, lovingly indulgent Rodric smile. Voice husky with emotion, he said,“You go do that, darlin’. I’ve laid your nightie and things out in the bathroom.”

   In the master bath, she slipped into her slippers and favorite nightie, a white lacy one Rodric had grabbed from amongst her things.
How did he know the exact right one?!

 
She giggled, thinking of his big hands pawing through her drawers at his mothers. As Daphne padded across the travertine marble tile to the long counter with double-bowl sinks, trembling with anticipation.

  Glancing in the big mirror, she saw admired her reflection.
Why, in the nightie and slippers he’s chosen, I can positively pass for Rodric’s wife! 
The realization made her so excited, her nipples actually stood on end!

  She pulled the skirt of the nightie out to see what her pregnant belly would look like in that mirror. Her breasts were already swollen with lust, the good kind of engorgement, thankfully, and the swelling in her face had gone down, now.

   Peering more closely, she was pleased that whites of her eyes were almost white again!

  She brushed her teeth, considering Desmond and Tallulah. It was difficult to think they’d actually done her a favor, furry demons that they were. But if it weren’t for them, she might not be enjoying her first night in “their” new bedroom, hers and Rodric’s!

  The big, elegant, permanent-looking bed they’d selected was complete heaven. She glanced at it, so puffy and lovely and welcoming and
us
! Dashing across the deep piled cream wool carpet, she flicked her slippers off and slipped between the 600 thread count sheets she’d chosen just two days before.

  Nestling under the satin comforter cover, she cozied up to a pillow. It wasn’t even dark yet; the sun’s last rays glowed through the panorama of windows, slanting across the carpet to the pale comforter, basking everything in such a lovely rosy evening glow. Very shy but gloriously excited, she closed her eyes as Rodric passed through the room.

  Whistling softly, he moved through the closet and into the master bedroom. She heard water running. When he came out a few minutes later, she cracked an eye just to peek. He was wearing a silk dressing gown and boxers!

  The bedding rustled as he lowered his bulk to the other side of the bed. When he turned toward her, getting comfortable, she cozied up to his big chest, so broad, with just the right amount of curly hair.

  Wrapping an arm around her, he kissed her cheek. “You aren’t asleep?”

  “Not yet.” Eyes closed, she lifted her face, so he knew he could kiss her.

   And kiss her her did. It was a long, sweet, breathtaking kiss. “Our first in our new bed,” he breathed, his voice deep and so tender. He pressed his hand to her ribs. “I want you here with me every night, Daphne.”

  “Oh, Rodric,” she purred. “Can you really mean that?”

  He reached a long arm to his big new nightstand, its edge a decorative whirl of pecan rope. “My mother had a reason for coming down, besides the pugs. I called Hank, spoke to Daisy last night.”

  Daphne’s eyes burst wide open. She sat up, clutching the satin comforter to her bosom.“You spoke to my sister?” But Rodric was already on one knee, right in front of her in those perfect, silky boxers.

 
He has such nice legs, too!

  “Daphne Antelerone, I love you. I feel more for passion and desire and respect and admiration for you than I could ever imagine feeling for anyone. Please be my wife, Daphne.  I know you can make me the happiest man in Texas. Please, will you marry me?”

  Something in his large hand flashed.

  “Wherever did you get that?” she asked, almost shocked beyond words.

  His eyes crinkled at her surprise. “My mother had it made for you, from one of hers. She wanted you to have it as a welcome to the family. We’ll go pick yours out together this week, if you say yes.”

  Tears streamed down Daphne’s face. In another moment, she’d have to blow her nose. “Esther really wants me for a daughter-in-law?” she managed to choke, looking up into Rodric’s eyes. They were the kindest, most trustworthy eyes in the world, Daphne was sure of it.

  “Of course she does, Daphne. Will you have me?”

  Dropping the comforter from her chest, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him. “Oh Rodric! You and our babies, too? Of course I will! I’ve been in love with you for weeks. I was so worried. . . Oh, it doesn’t matter what I was worried about, now!”

   He took her mouth, and she kissed him back with a big, generous kiss, giving it everything she had. Slipping her left arm from his neck, he slipped the ring on her left finger and slipped his tongue into her mouth.

  Very busy enjoying the kiss, Daphne still managed to note that the ring fit perfectly. The row of delicious, very high quality stones had to be a carat and a half, at least.  
This is just the mother ring! And now I get to plan the splashy big wedding with Esther!

  Diamonds flashed as she clutched Rodric’s shoulders. Throwing herself back on the pillows, she pulled him on top of her in the middle of that very big, very cosy bed, loving him as he began to run his hands over her, all over everywhere. After just a few moments of that touching, she was ready to tear her nightie off and show him how very much she loved and wanted him.

   But he’d disappeared!

  Moving beneath the covers, he began to surprise her with some very creative moves . . Rodric’s moves were reminiscent of Pumpjack’s, if she wasn’t mistaken!

  
Whoops!
Her hands slapped the mattress, and she grabbed at the sheets.
No! Rodric’s moves are even better than Pumpjack’s!

  Writhing with desire, about to moan out loud, Daphne grabbed Rodric’s wrist. She pulled, and his face emerged from between the sheets. Eyes crinkling, his smile was wide, the widest, most pleased smile she had ever seen.   “What is it, my sweet ?” he asked, licking her off of his lips.

  She squirmed.

  So he kissed her neck, working his way down to her breasts, which were giant and so perky, they filled even his massive hands. He dropped his face, nuzzling. As his lips teased her nipples, it took everything she had not to squeal, but even so, a noise escaped her mouth.

  “Rodric!”

    He looked up, still very pleased with himself. “What is it, dearest?”

   She blushed. By herself, she usually made all kinds of out-loud noises, but noises were something she’d never done with a man!

  Never. No man had ever given her a reason.

  She nodded, fluttering her eyelashes. “Could we. . . just. . ?”

  He lifted an eyebrow. “. . Just?”

  She bit her lower lip, curling her wrist so her hand opened. “Just. .”

  “Daphne, is there something you need to tell me?” He looked so amused that her face burned even brighter.

  “You think of me as a lady,” she whispered. “I don’t. .”

  He was still smiling.

  Beginning to understand, he dropped his head to the pillow next to her. Wrapping an arm around her ribs, careful to avoid her breasts, he said gently. “It’s alright, darling. I love you, and I love having you here with me. We can wait until we’re married, if that’s what you want.”

  Daphne sighed. Then she wriggled closer, so her butt fit to his groin, and his erection poked her just perfectly. She loved the comfort of his broad chest behind her, the way his long, strong legs and arms were tangled with hers, the weight of him around her, so close.

  She stroked his arms with her fingertips, loving how his skin felt. Turning to him, she ran her fingers over his torso, then moved lower, loving the way soft flesh melted over his muscled abdomen.

  As she stroked around his belly button. something sprung up, bursting through the slit in the boxers. Her hand dropped against it and . .
Oh!

 
She touched him again.

  He sprung up to her fingers again.
He’s enormous!

  “Darling . . ” he murmured.

  She touched him again.

  “Daphne. . .” A low groan escaped Rodric’s mouth. He caught her wrist and pinned it to the pillow, growling,“If we’re not gonna consummate here tonight darlin’, or even get creative, which we sure could do, I have to ask you. . .”  
But I want to consummate!

  Unable to help herself, she popped her face up, pressing her lips for a kiss.

  Groaning in frustration, he rolled on top of her, kissing her so passionately that the burn started again. She was melting, and it was so hot and wet between her legs. . the enormity of him was right there. She wanted to touch it again, to find out what she was in for. She really, really did not want to wait. Not in the least. He would be her husband, after all. And there was such a big wedding to plan. It would take her a week at least, just to decide on flowers.

  She was ready now, so very, very willing.

  She took a deep breath. “Rodric?”

  He growled into her ear. “Honey, I sure don’t want you to feel pressured, but I’d like it if you felt comfortable enough to at least let me try to make you feel good. Please, darlin’ will you think about it?”

  “Rodric?”

  Up on one elbow, now, running his hands over her nightie, he said, “Daphne, darling, let me do something to satisfy you. Please? I’d sure like to celebrate our engagement, honey. What can I do for you?”

  She looked up into his eyes, which were flashes of light in the almost dark room. She swallowed. Not flinching, she said, “I want you to make a baby inside of me, Rodric. As soon as we can. Tonight, even. I don’t want to wait.”

  His face burst with happiness and he cuddled her in his arms, breathing, “Oh, Daphne, I love you so much. You have no idea how lucky I feel to finally be close with you, to know that we’ll be married soon.”

  Kissing her passionately, he worked his way back down to her breasts.

  “Rodric?” she whispered. “Rodric?”

  He took a deep breath, and his face came back up to hers. Shadowy in the dark, his expression was pleasant, his voice still patient, thankfully. “Yes, Daphne? What is it, dearest?”

  .“I-I want to do this, right now, I’m sure of it, it’s just. . . ” Barely whispering, she squeaked, “You’ve mentioned how much you appreciate me as a lady. I’m not sure I always want to be a lady, though. You- you already make me want to moan out loud. I might. . . What if I scream?”

  His face burst into a smile. “Honey, the time to be a lady is in public. Here in the bedroom, I want to hear you to scream. Scream loud, darlin’, scream like a hellcat, especially when I do something you like. This apartment is soundproofed; there’s six inches of concrete and steel under us, and ten thousand gallons of pool water over top, so you can scream all you want. Please, darlin’ scream for me. I can’t wait to hear you scream.”

  “And-and you’ll moan for me?”

  His smile widened, and he wiggled his eyebrows. “You bet I will. It’s gettin’ dark, now. You want a light on?”

  She smiled, blushing. “Not tonight. If I’m gonna scream like a hellcat for you, I better start off tryin’ it out in the dark.”

  “Now, that’s what I like to hear.”

******

Rodric made Daphne scream twice, nice and loud, right away. Her hips twitched too, writhing as he held her teacup buttocks in his palms, his lips and mouth working to make sure she enjoyed her last tremors. When she melted in his arms, he rested his head on the smooth skin of her tummy, enjoying her breathlessness as she teased her fingers through his hair.

  Then, he moved up to kiss her. Purring with contentment, she reached for him. Clutching her to his chest, he pulled his hips away to growl in her ear. “That’s your main course, darlin’, and I only just enjoyed a very fine appetizer. Thank you for that. We’ve got time for a little salad and intermezzo, now, Mizz Cristal.”

  Daphne was up on her elbows in a second, eyes growing wide. Mortified, she demanded, “How do you know about Mizz Cristal?”

  He still had her pinned beneath his chest, thankfully. With a low chuckle, he reached a hand down, stroking where he’d just been. At his touch, she couldn’t help but relax in his arms, moaning a little. “I’m the only one who knows the real Mizz Cristal,” he murmured, right in her ear. “In fact, she’s gonna be my wife.”

  “Rodric!” she exclaimed, tensing again. He almost choked, trying to keep from laughing, as he slid a knee between her legs and stroked some more.

  “Sh-hhh, darlin.”

  “M-mmmm,” she purred, turning all liquid again.

  “Mizz Cristal, meet Pumpjack 70. You left your profile up on the screen in my study, and I introduced myself to you that first night. I had to be certain no one but me got to to enjoy any of Mizz Cristal’s particular pleasures.”

  She must have heard the question in his voice, because she wrapped her hands on his cheeks and pulled him back to her lips for a long, sweet kiss. “No one else did,” she whispered.“Pumpjack gave Mizz Cristal everything this girl could dream of. And ooo, am I sure glad Pumpjack is you!” Starting to purr again, she put her hand over his, and he adjusting his timing.

  Glowing from all the attention he’d lavished on her, so confident now that she knew he liked her noises, her hips began to roll. Licking her lips, she teased, “Prove to me that your Pumpjack, Roddy. ”