Ordinary Girl: Chapter 28 - Baby fever
QUINN'S POV:
"We're in Hawaii, baby! Can you believe it! It's fantastic isn't it?" My wife tells me as we walk down the beach hand in hand. She's in her sexy white bikini and I'm in a blue bikini top with light brown shorts. Looking around, people are smiling swimming and enjoying the gentle breeze casting from the palm trees. Maui really is a beautiful place. "Quinn?" She questions me.
I look down at her. "Yeah, cutie?" I wink, smiling.
A small blush creeps up on her face. "Have you given any more thought to my fantasy?"
She bites her lip anxiously as she awaits my answer. "I have."
"And?" The diva pushes, cuddling closer to me as sand seeps between our toes with each step we take.
I fight a smile. I've come up with a plan. When she confessed to me her dirty fantasy I was a bit skeptical because it was something I had never even considered before but after thinking about it for a few days I had decided to do it but not until our last night in Hawaii, which is tonight. So, in order to keep my surprise a secret, I fake a sad look and meet my wife's eyes. "Um, well-"
The brunette cuts me off. "If it makes you uncomfortable we won't do it. I know you mentioned before that it made you feel a little insecure about your womanhood but-"
"Baby." I say sternly, turning my body to her. I grip her tiny waist as she gently massages my scalp. "I know that you really want to do it and although I really want to please you, I just don't know if I could make myself do it." I lie, shrugging. "I'm sorry."
Judging by her face, she's disappointed. I have to fight a smirk, knowing that her fantasy will be full filled tonight. "Okay, Quinn." She says gently, hiding the sadness in her voice as she softly rubs my shoulders. "We won't do anything you aren't comfortable with."
Smiling softly, I lean down and kiss her. "Thank you for understanding."
A wide smile spreads over her face, the smile I fall in love with every time I see it. "I'm just the best wife in the world."
I grip her hips tighter playfully, making her giggle as I crush her body closer to mine. "We're the best wives ever."
She rolls her eyes and softly pushes me away. "Yeah, yeah."
A few feet off and towards the town I see a bunch of shopping stands set up. "Wanna go get something to bring back to Gabe?"
My wife nods, biting her smiling lip. "Does someone miss him?"
Now I'm the one rolling my eyes and pushing her away. "Shut-up. I've missed him since we left. I just don't let it be as known as you."
The tiny diva pouts next to me as we walk towards the stand shops. "I gave birth to him. I'm allowed to talk about much I miss him all I want."
I wrap my arm around her shoulder, kissing her brown hair. "You're right. Pout all you must."
Once we reach the shopping booths my wife completely loses interest in me while she looks for souvenirs for everyone back home. I, however, am just looking for something for my son. Most things here aren't really child friendly. Most things I think Gabriel would break but when I see the brown ukulele I know I've sound the jack pot.
"Oh my gosh, baby! Your mom would love this!" I hear my wife tell me from a few feet over.
I ignore her and turn my attention to the lovely Hawaiian woman in front of me. "How much is this?"
She smiles. "$8.99."
Luckily for me, I'm wearing shorts so I dig a ten out of the wad of cash my wife convinced me to bring with us and hand it to her. She puts the ukulele in a little case and hands it to me with my change. "Quinn, I was talking to you..." Rachel begins but stops when she sees what's in my hand. "Who's that for?"
"Gabe." I smile. "You think he'll like it?"
The brunette smiles proudly up at me. "His first musical instrument. He'll be out little guitar player before we know it!" She squeals excitedly.
My eyes roll. "Oh my God. You're impossible."
She giggles, grabbing my hands and leading me towards the stand where she apparently found the perfect present for my mother. "Shell necklaces are the custom souvenir to bring back loved ones." She informs me like it's a fact that everyone but myself knows.
"Sure. Get it for her."
Rachel huffs. "You're putting forth no emotion in your mother's gift."
Despite her seriousness, I chuckle softly. "Baby, it's a present. I could give her a bottle of sand and she would be happy. It really doesn't matter. What does matter is the fact that we have a spa appointment in," I glance at my watch, "forty five minutes and we cannot be late. So pick and let's go."
Reluctantly, my wife agrees. "Fine. We'll just get her this. Even though it has no real emotional tie to it." She sighs.
Such a drama queen.
This plan has proven to be a lot more difficult then I had originally thought.
First, I had to set up an appointment at the spa to distract Rachel.
Check.
Second, I had to pick out and buy an outfit that I knew she would like.
Check.
Third, I had to get my hair cut.
Which is where I'm at right now, in the Hanalooki hair salon as the nice gay man chops my hair off to above my shoulders.
"You are going to look fabulous!" He says excitedly as he cuts it.
I'm silently panicking. Rachel will like it, won't she? Oh God, what if she hates it? "Let's hope the wife likes it."
He laughs softly. "Happy wife, happy life. Right?"
Usually I would nod but that would do nothing but botch my hair up. "That's the motto."
"So how long you been married?" He questions.
A smile spread over my face as I think about the wedding. "A week."
"On your honeymoon. Huh?"
"Yeah."
He cuts off the last bit of my long hair and I take deep breaths to keep calm. I want it short, I do but I'm nervous to how Rachel will react. "You're pretty young to be all married. Must really be true love."
I smile bigger. "Soul mate kind of love."
The hair dresser just smile as he teases at my roots.
Check.
Rachel is probably freaking out by now. She's probably seething with anger and storming around in search of me. I told the receptionist at the spa to inform my wife that I left the spa early and when she was done to go up to our room. I'm not expecting her to listen right away unless she thinks that I'm ill or something.
Yep, my little diva is pissed, confused, or worried. Question is, which one is she?
I ruffle my hair up, making sure it looks completely wild because I know she loves when it looks like that and straighten the silk black tie wrapped loosely around my neck. I'm standing by the foot of our bed in nothing but my black silk tie and a pair of see through black lace panties, not at all hiding the bulge between my legs.
Oh yes, there's no doubt Rachel will like my outfit. It's just everything else I'm worried about.
When I hear the door handle being touched I quickly press a button on the light remote and shut them off before tossing the remote to the side. The light from the hallway peaks into the room. "Quinn Fabray, you better be in here!" She curses, mostly to herself as she flicks the lights on. Once her eyes come in contact with me, she freezes.
Biting my lip, I gauge her reaction. Those expressive brown eyes have turned darker and her breathing starts becoming shallow. Oh yes, she likes it very much.
"Ready to have your fantasy full filled?" I question her in the sexiest voice I can muster.
It must work to because she whimpers, stepping fully into the room as her eyes eat me alive. Finally after a few moments of her ogling my body, she meets my eyes and gasps quietly. "You- you cut your hair." She stumbles, stepping into me and gripping the end of it in her fists.
A quiet moan escapes me because I absolutely adore my hair being played with. "Do you like it?"
She growls lightly, nodding. "Very much."
Dark, hungry brown eyes meet green hazel ones again and suddenly her eyes light up. "You want to do my fantasy?"
I nod, lightly gripping her sides as I motion my head towards the bed. "Bondage equipment all ready."
My wife jerks her vision to the bed and I smirk as I watch her jaw drop lightly in surprise.
On the bed is four silk scarfs.
That's right, my baby is bondage curious and if she wants to tie me to the bed and have her wicked way with me, who am I to deny her?
"Oh sweet lord." She moans, sliding a hand down to grip the tie around my neck, then notices that the tie is the only top I have on. "Now while I completely adore your choice of outfit, I'm a little afraid of what you would have done if I were the cleaning lady."
A smirk spreads over my face at the thought of Rachel in a skimpy maid outfit. "Another fantasy for another day."
She laughs softly before reality truly sets in. I'm full filling her fantasy and she is practically beaming. "Lie down on the bed, gorgeous."
I do as I'm told and lie on my back, looking at her with lust. "What do you want me to do?" I'm not really sure how this whole thing works.
The brunette smirks before crawling on top of me on the bed. When I reach out to touch her she grips my wrists and pins them against the bed. Looking up at her, she's got a smug look in her eyes as she bites her lip. "Nah uh, Quinn. I'm in control now and I plan on being in control," She leans down close to my ear, licking the shell of it. "all. Night. Long."
My dick has seriously never gotten hard faster.
RACHEL'S POV:
After tightening the silk knots on her wrists and the bed posts I smirk down at the squirming girl under me. She's in for a night of complete sexual torture, ending only in multiple orgasms and jelly limbs.
Her dick is straining against the tiny pair of black lace panties and when I roll my hips over it in circles she arches her hips up in search for more friction that I refuse to give her.
Though bondage is what we're doing, my real fantasy is just to have Quinn at my complete mercy, begging and pleading me for everything, anything she can get.
Tonight is going to be a good night. Tonight is going to be a long night.
"I can already see that I should of never agreed to this." She grumbles through a moan as I tweak her nipples with my finger tips.
A husky laugh escapes me as I slide down between her legs and palm her hard on through those sexy panties of hers. When I squeeze her cock, she gasps out my name. "Mm. Little Quinnie is already all ready for me. It's going to be a very long night for you, baby."
She whimpers helplessly under me as I nuzzle my nose into her panties, placing hot, wet kisses through the fabric. "Mm. Should of never..." I tug the lace down, watching in amusement as her thick cock springs free. "agreed- fuck!" My wife hisses as I suck the head into my mouth. "to this, sweet Jesus, holy fuck!" My baby, such the religious one.
I look up at her as I slowly, ever so slowly take her cock deeper inside the hot caven of my mouth. Did I mention how sexy my wife's new hair cut is? I mean, she was sexy before but now it's like a million times better.
When my nose bumps against the skin below her navel, I swallow causing her body to squirm. Her hands twitch and ache as she clenches her fists tightly. She's at my complete mercy. Her legs are tied open and her hands are tied apart as well. I could do whatever I want to her and she would just have to take it.
Breath becomes an issue and I can't get enough air from through my nose, I release her member and stroke the wet rod. The blonde's eyes are rolled into the back of her head and a groan escapes her as her hips thrust up as much as they can.
I feel a thick sticky substance on my fingertips and smirk when I notice that she's releasing pre-cum already. "I bet you want to blow your load all over me. Don't you?" The girl merely whimpers, nodding frantically. "I bet all you want is to just mark me with your thick cum. Do you want that, baby?" I squeeze her cock with each pump, fondling her balls softly. "Do you want to blow all over my face?"
I'm being 100% shameless and 110% filthy and I fucking love it.
Apparently so does my wife. "Baby, please. Please!" She begs. "I-I can't take it. Let me cum."
"Nope." I tell her seriously, rubbing my thumb over the slit of her cock. "I think I'll have fun for a little while longer."
Quinn gasps, thrives, and squirms. If I keep stroking her, she's going to cum without say so I stop all my moments and bask in the feeling of control as my blonde baby growls in frustration. "Fuck, Rachel! What the hell!"
I press a finger to lips to silence her. "Shh. You'll get your release but first, Rachel wants to tongue down every inch of your flawless body."
TWO DAYS LATER...
I'm sore, I'm tired, but I have never been more satisfied in my entire life. My body loves me but my muscles and limbs loathe me. Quinn literally wrecked me throughout our entire honey moon but our last night in Hawaii was the best.
She came a total of eight times and my orgasm number was in the double digits.
We did anything and everything that night.
I sucked her cock, she ate me out. I gave her a hand job, she fingered me. I rode her dick, she rammed into me furiously. It was all a big, orgasmic cycle and I loved every fucking second of it.
And now, as we drive home towards our little boy, I put the dreamy honeymoon nights behind me and allow myself to feel gleeful about seeing my baby boy again.
"You don't think he forgot us. Do you?" I question my wife.
She chuckles softly next to me as she drives. Her hand in mine squeezes me in reassurance. "We've discussed this, Rach. He can't possibly forget us."
Her voice has this slight edge to it and a goofy smile spreads over my face. "You're nervous about his reaction, too!" I accuse.
Quinn scoffs and keeps her eyes on the road. "No I'm not."
I giggle at her horrible lie. "Alright, for the sake of your pride I'll pretend that's the truth."
"Whatever." She mutters softly and pulls into our driveway. There's a few different cars parked and all the nights are off. "Wow. A surprise party. They're so not obviously."
I climb out of the car and towards the door to see my baby boy. "I'm so excited."
"I'll get the bags. Don't worry. I don't need any help!" My wife yells sarcastically as I practically run towards the door.
"Okay, good!" I call over my shoulder before opening the door.
"SURPRISE!" Everyone screams together. I pretend to be surprised as I get on my knees.
Suddenly I've got an armful of my little blonde man in my arms. "Mommy!" He squeals, hugging me as tight as he can.
I close my eyes, basking in the feel of his tiny arms around me. He smells like outside and dove soap. God I've missed him so much. "Mommy missed you, Gabe." I tell him, completely ignoring everyone else once I pull away from hugging him. I plant kisses all over his face as I ruffle his blonde hair. Tears are welling up in my eyes but I refuse to cry.
"Gabe miss mommy." He giggles and gives me a sloppy kiss on the lips.
And I'm a goner. Happy, relief filled tears fall from my eyes as I look at my boy. "Is that who I think it is?" I hear Quinn behind me and watch as Gabriel's hazel green eyes light up and he runs past me to her.
She picks him up when he tries to ram into her and hugs his tiny body tight. I wipe the tears from my eyes, standing up before greeting everyone else. It feels so good to be home.
"I didn't realize how much I missed him until I saw him." Quinn informs me as we're lying down on our bed, Gabriel sleeping peacefully between us. She runs her fingers through his blonde hair as he cuddles against me.
A smile spreads over my face as I kiss his temple. "Honestly, neither did I. When I saw him I was reminded of everything I missed about him." I pout softly. "He's getting too old."
My wife chuckles softly across from me. "Babe, that's what kids do. They grow up."
Shaking my head, my pout grows. "Not Gabriel though. He's suppose to stay my little boy forever."
Her green hazel eyes sparkle when they look into my doe brown orbs. "I promise we'll have more."
Those simple words spark something inside me and I instantly perk up. "Promise?"
"Swear." She grins crookedly.
My heart does back flips. "Why don't we?" I question her.
Her eyebrows furrow. "Why don't we what?"
"Have another one." I tell her.
Green hazel eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. "We- you're still in high school, Rach."
I bite my lip. "What about when I graduate?"
She eyes me for a moment, looking at me carefully. "Do you even realize what you're suggesting?"
My eyes roll as I scoff lightly. "Of course I do, Quinn." I glance down at Gabe wondering where this sudden urge of baby fever is coming from. "I just don't want him to grow up all by himself. I had Noah growing up and even though I hated him most of the time he was always there when I needed him. It was nice growing up with a brother. I want him to grow up with a little brother or sister."
"Baby," She begins but I cut her off.
"I want another baby, Quinn. After I graduate." I bite my lip. "Don't you?"
OH NO! Rachel wants another baby! :O
Tell me if you think it's a good idea or not though I'm sure you all think it's a horrible idea. Hah.
I know I promised a lot of smut in this chapter but I just missed Gabe too much & had to reunite them.
Next update should be in like a week or so.
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