Jesse & Diana's Alternate Universe
Jesse and Diana awoke Monday morning, still entwined in each other's bodies. Jesse stared at his new bride in the dim light peeking through the curtains of the honeymoon suite. He was still enamored at the beauty of her caramel-colored skin, soft and supple, and there for only his enjoyment. Jesse had learned to appreciate Diana's feisty jealousy. She would not share her man, and she would not allow herself to be enjoyed by anyone else. Diana wanted a good man, a strong man who would take care of her, love her, and become part of her family and enjoy building a life with her in South Texas. The only source of contention was their alma maters. They had graduated from competing universities, but their contention was merely play.
As the room grew brighter with the morning sun, they kissed, caressed each other, and made love slowly. There was no place to be, no deadlines to meet, and their phones were turned off. Many had wondered if a strong Latina and her highly educated Anglo boyfriend would last. They had proven the doubters wrong, building a strong relationship. The surprise of Diana getting pregnant was simply the result of their passionate love for each other getting away from them after Jesse had proposed to her. But they both wanted children, and they wanted to be together. And both sets of parents were excited at the prospect of the first grandchild on either side. Diana had a glow about her. She had given up on a high-paying engineering career to teach kindergarten, discovering the joy of working to shape young minds and having a much more manageable stress load. Jesse loved his research, teaching, and his consulting. As they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking and the morning sun now brightly piercing their suite, the topic of coffee and breakfast had to be broached. Jesse called down and ordered room service.
Over coffee and a plate of fruit and pastry, Jesse and Diana talked about the future. Baby names, baby furniture, whether to buy a new house or if Jesse's was big enough for a family. The consensus reached was that Diana would need a bigger vehicle. Her little Prius would hold them, but Jesse wanted more heft, to keep his woman and child safe. Despite Diana's concerns about gas mileage, she knew her man's intentions were good, and she loved how he cared for her and their baby. It wasn't the most romantic thing to do, but they decided to go shopping for a new vehicle. But first, they needed to shower and dress.
Jesse climbed into the steaming shower stall, enjoying the hot water, thinking he would let Diana rest a little longer. His love for her grew more intense with the thought of the child she would bear him. He was finishing up when his bride opened the shower door and came in.
"You're not leaving yet, are you?" Diana was being coy. She reached for him, and he drew her up in his arms and kissed her. "I don't want to be alone in here. You can stay and watch." With that, Diana stepped under the water as Jesse sat on the ledge at the back of the enormous shower. As the hot water cascaded over her soft, caramel skin, a waterfall forming at the tips of her breasts, a river rushing downward to her bare pussy, Jesse was in awe. She was statuesque, sensual, yet still ladylike, her naked beauty a privilege only he would enjoy. And she carried his child, the result of their passionate lovemaking, the fruit of their loins.
Jesse could no longer contain himself. He got to his knees in front of her, which she did not see. Her back was arched as she wet her hair, her head thrown back and her eyes closed. Jesse grabbed her ass and pulled her into him, pushing his face deep into her pubis. Diana was not surprised. She knew how to drive her man crazy, and she loved it when he ate her pussy. She grabbed the bar at the side of the shower, meant as ADA compliance but more useful for lovers in heat. She held herself steady, pulling one knee over his shoulder to give him more access to her garden. Jesse sucked and nibbled her clit and pushed two fingers into her pussy. Her moaning and grinding against his face told him he was pleasing his woman.
"I love you, Jesse. I love what you do to me. Please keep going." Diana begged.
Jesse couldn't speak. He was enjoying the taste of her pussy, her wetness and the warm water flowing from her body onto him. As the pitch of her moans grew higher, he knew she was close. And in short order, he knew he had her.
"Baby, I need a break! I can't keep going. It's too much. Please, Love!" She was begging him to stop, but he knew better.
Jesse grabbed her hands that were pushing his head away from her pussy and restrained them behind her, pulling her body into him.
"I'm going to cum, Baby! I'm going to cum all over your beard. Please don't make me do that!" They had a safe word, but Diana wasn't using it, and Jesse knew what that meant. He sucked harder at her clit and pushed his fingers harder into her pussy. "Oh, god, FUCK ME JESSE! SUCK MY PUSSY AND MAKE ME CUM FOR YOU!" she cried as her wetness flowed into my beard.
I pulled away as she relaxed, coming down from the high of her climax. "I love you, Diana, and you are the sexiest woman I've ever laid eyes on." I stood and kissed her, pulling her against me, feeling her huge breasts against my chest. I was about to push her against the wall of the shower and have my way with her when she pulled away and gave me an order.
"I have to wash my hair. Go finish getting ready and wait for me. I want to get beautiful for you before we go out. You can show me off."
I wanted to protest, but I knew it would be futile. I kissed her lightly, whispered in her ear that she was already beautiful to me, and exited the shower. After getting dressed, I found a news channel and sipped on a fresh cup of coffee while I waited dutifully. Thirty minutes later, Diana exited the bathroom wrapped in a towel, with another around her hair. I reminded myself that we were not in a hurry, then poured the last of the coffee into my cup. Diana dug through her suitcase, found whatever she wanted to wear, and went back to the bathroom without saying a word. I watched her walk, hoping the towel would fall. My luck wouldn't hold. After another thirty minutes of hearing the hairdryer blow and makeup brushes land on the counter, the bathroom door opened, and out walked the most sensual, lovely, curvaceous, caramel-skinned goddess imaginable. She was wearing jeans that had to be painted on, black heels that were sexy without being slutty, and a white tank top that showed every curve of her breasts and detail of her nipples. It was clear she was not wearing a bra, a fact that she knew I would notice. Out of the closet, Diana pulled a red blouse and donned it over the tank-top, then winked at me, "We can't let everyone see, now can we?"
I rose, kissed her, and held her. "My God, you're amazing, Diana. I love you."
Diana twirled for me, then announced "I'm ready. Let's go find a new car." Then she lightly gasped, "But don't we need to go get my car so we can trade it in?"
"Nah. We'll sell it when we get home. For now, we'll just go find something we both like." We walked downstairs and found my pickup. It was a beat up old Nissan 4x4 that I had picked up after my Ford Escort had been totaled by a dumbass who wasn't paying attention. But it had served me well, and I like that I didn't have to worry about it getting damaged. It already looked like shit. As I unlocked the door to open it for Diana, I was thinking the same thing that her eyes told me. We may be looking for two vehicles.
We drove into McAllen. Neither of us wanted to run into friends or family on our honeymoon. We stopped at the Chevrolet dealership and looked at several vehicles. When I saw the salesman texting his buddy that he had a customer with a wife he'd like to bend over a tailgate, I decided we would take our money elsewhere. But not before I got in his face and made it clear that this PhD was man enough to kick his fat ass if he didn't show more respect. Men like that are the reason we have to endure sexual harassment training. Diana talked me out of beating him senseless.
