Ricard Meets Lelani's Parents

So, Bill had gone back to Boston and I was quite certain that even though he left on amicable terms that he would give his mother a full debrief. And he did. Richard started getting more calls from her in those two days than he’d probably received when they were married.

Me, I called my mother and told her that I was seeing Ricard on and off since September. She got so excited. I gave her all the details except the part about him being old enough to be my father.

I figured she was happy and I didn’t want to take away from that. She was eager to meet him.

With most loose ends tied up, bae and I went on our pre-honeymoon vacay. A cruise to Cozumel. We had matching T-shirts. Mine said, “I’m cruising with bae.” And his t-shirt said, “I’m bae.”

We boarded the ship and took our pictures. All smiles. We were going to have the best time. We went to our suite where they had already dropped off our bags. The room was amazing. A view of the ocean with a balcony, a full-sized bathroom, and then there was the bed.

I kissed him playfully. He knew what I was thinking. “Where on the balcony?”

“Later tonight on the balcony, right now on the bed.”

He walked me back until I rested on the bed, and pulled off my shorts. I watched as he pulled out his cock and came to me readily. I was already throbbing anticipating him pushing inside of me. When he laid on top, my mouth opened and I bit my bottom lip, “Oooh babe,” I grabbed his ass and threw my hips up, “Yes, babe.”

He kissed my mouth and stroked slowly, just pushing and grinding. My leg wrapped around him. He rolled and I was on top looking down into his pretty eyes. I leaned over and tasted his mouth, “Ummm, babe, I love you.”

“I love you.”

He held my ass and pulled my cheeks. I felt his cock deep inside of me, “Yes, yes, yes, babe,” I said as I moved my hips. I stopped to just enjoy the energy passing through me holding my tits, my eyes closed.

He pulled me into him and thrust rapidly. He panted and grunted, “shit,” he said as he flowed inside of me. I looked into his eyes and kissed his mouth. We suckled and played in that position for several minutes.

“I don’t want to leave the room,” he said.

“Me either, but we have to eat.”

“Okay, let’s get cleaned up and see what they have.”

“Okay, babe.”

Normally we ate healthily, but all that went out the window. We ate burgers with the works. He decided he wanted some drinks, so he went to the bar. I went for ice cream and was going to meet him over there.

When I walked up, I saw this woman around his age in a bikini with a coverup that was sheer and low cut. She pushed up on my man as he sat at the bar. She was just smiling and having a good time. I sat on the right side of him and listened as she tried to shoot her shot.

I could tell he was getting some fun out of the situation. She said to him, “If you’re not doing anything later, we can go see one of the shows and head back to your room.”

He declined politely, “That’s flattering. I’m already taken.”

“She isn’t here now is she?”

“I am.” I smiled showing my huge diamond ring and then rubbed my belly.

“Oh, I see I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay. He’s handsome.”

She nodded, “Enjoy,” and walked off.

“You like being hit on, right Mr. Harris?”

He blushed, “About as much as you enjoy watching me get hit on.”

He was right, I did get a kick out of women coming on to him and then seeing their expressions when they realized he was with me. Whenever that happened our late-night sex would be so intense from me being aroused. And being pregnant my orgasms were amplified. I couldn’t wait until we got back to the room.

With the vast ocean as our backdrop and the night’s sky sprinkled with sparkling stars, I sat on Richard’s cock as he sat on a chair. My hands were in his hair as my hips moved ever so slightly back and forth.

We had the softest moans and groans and we enjoyed the friction our bodies created. I hugged him. He wrapped his arms around me, caressing my back and ass. Back and forth my hips moved, then in a circle, I started shaking, “Ummm,” I moaned.

He lifted me, placed my right foot on the chair, and continued to stroke. I loved how he watched me. How he buried his face into my breasts and sucked my nipples, how he’d pause and let me nut all over his cock before stroking again. I let out a deep moan, “uuggghhh, shit.”

He pulled out and walked me to the banister, I looked out at the sea and he plunged into mine. We were no longer concerned with being discrete, we were lost in love and committed to passion.

He held my hips steady and stroked with vigor. I held in my moans, but it wasn’t easy. Finally, he let go, pulling out, and his cum drizzled from me. I turned to him panting. He kissed my mouth and smiled, “Tonight has been perfect.”

I won’t bore you with every detail of the trip, but I tell you about my favorite part. The stop in Cozumel at this private island. The water there was so clear you could see the fish swimming. It was paradise on earth.

We stopped at a little shop and bought several bottles of Tequila for our at-home bar. Then I got my hair braided in these lovely cornrows. Richard and I had a photoshoot on the beach.

We went on a boat ride and later relaxed at a cabana we had rented. We were sitting in our private cabana, enjoying the breeze. He had had a few drinks and was quite frisky. I felt his hands caressing me and then we started kissing. His finger found me moist and we giggled like two kids about to do something naughty.

“You want to?” he asked with a grin. Like sir, don’t play with me my coochie is already wet. I nodded. I lay on my side, he positioned himself behind me, lifted my left ass cheek, and penetrated slowly.

I hummed and moaned. He began with a nice tempo, slow and steady while strumming my clit. Our lips touched. We panted, we grunted, we groaned. We were lost in the act. We didn’t even care that the people passing by on the beach heard us and perhaps stopped to listen for a while before moving on. We gave them something to imagine behind the curtain.

He placed his hand on my tummy. The baby moved. We shared a smile. “You’re so beautiful,” he said admiring me in a new state. My body changing, breasts fuller, a few extra pounds. He still found me desirable.

Once I climaxed for the second time, he moved faster. As he thrust, our bodies made a plopping sound that grew louder and louder and he groaned and jerked. I looked down and saw his cock releasing inside of me.

“You’re the best babe.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I love you.”

We basked in each other’s arms enjoying the afterglow of our orgasms and then we prepared to head back to the meeting location.

*******

When we got back to Tampa, I called my brother and told him about my relationship. All the details. I didn’t want him finding out secondhand. We had a bond since youth to always be upfront about everything.

He was proud that I had made a choice to be with someone that I loved and that treated me like I mattered. His main concern was how our parents would take it.

My biggest worry was my mother. She was the overdramatic one. I figured my father would be cool. He was laid back. Richard and I drove to Fort Myers to have dinner with my parents.

They were expecting us. I had told them everything…except that he was twenty years older than me. My father did trip a little about him being white, but I said, “Does it really matter?”

When he thought about it, it didn’t. Humans are humans. It wasn’t like I was trying to marry a dolphin.

We showed up and I gotta say that when I knocked on the door, I held my breath. Richard rubbed my shoulders, “Relax. No matter what happens, we have each other.”

I nodded, and the door opened. My mother froze, “Lelani—”

I smiled, “Mom, this is my fiancé, Richard, I told you about.”

Her jaw was on the floor. She nodded, “Oh, yes, hi Richard, come on in.” She stepped aside and when we entered, she shook his hand, “So, you’re Richard.”

“I am,” he smiled as he handed her a gift bag, “We got you and Mr. Carter a few items from Mexico.”

She looked inside, “Oh wow, this is beautiful.” She pulled the items out of the bag, a handmade hammock, and a few other handmade pieces. She smiled and she noticed my belly, “Are you?”

I nodded, “yes.”

She hugged me and shrieked. My father entered, “What’s all the noise about, is my baby girl here?”

He looked at me as my mother placed her hand on my growing belly, “She’s pregnant, the Lord has answered our prayers.”

We laughed. But then there was an awkward silence as my father realized that the man with me was Richard, “Are you, Richard?”

“Yes sir,” Richard said proudly reaching out his hand. My father’s hand slowly rose to shake his.

“You don’t have to call me sir…we’re practically the same age.” He looked at me, “This man is old enough to be your father.”

“Dad, stop.”

My mother eyed him and he simmered down. “Let’s just eat. Food makes everybody happy.”

Everyone, but my father. I had never seen him so out of sorts, “How long do you intend to be married?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, my daughter is barely 30…she still has quite a few years ahead of her and you—”

“Dad, please.”

“Joseph.”

“I’m just saying. He’s no spring chicken,” he looked at me, “you’re being put in a position to have to remarry once he dies.”

I sighed, “Geesh dad. Can you possibly be more morbid? I’m with Richard. I love him.”

“And I love Lelani. She means the world to me—”

“Look, do you have a daughter?”

“I do.”

“How would you feel if she walked into your house with me?”

Richard was silent for a moment, “At first, I’d have my concerns, but I’d also have to realize it’s her life.”

My father left the table. My mother touched my arm, “Just give him time. He’ll be fine. So, when’s the wedding?”

“The end of January.”

“I can’t wait. I am happy for you both. You do look happy. Now, I just have to figure out how I’m going to be in two places at once. Your brother’s baby is due two weeks before yours.”

I hugged my mom. I was glad she took the news fairly well. “I guess we’ll head back. I’m going to go say goodbye to dad.” I left the table and went to find my dad in his room sitting in bed angrily looking through a fishing magazine.

“You know, Richard owns marinas and boats.”

He was silent. I chuckled on the inside. “He also loves golfing and he’s a huge basketball fan.” He looked up.

“I know what you’re trying to do daughter.”

I laughed, “Daughter? Seriously, dad, I know the age difference is a lot, but it is what it is. This is happening.” I kissed his forehead, “I have to go, but I do hope to see you at the wedding.”