Chapter 8 Shock Waves of Pleasure #2
Rogan, you said your first word today. Dada. I thought I was prepared for it. Every book I read said it was the easiest word to say, yet hearing it almost took me to my knees. I wish your daddy was here to see how much you’ve both grown.
May 26
Reagan crawled across the living room floor. Heaven help me, they’re both mobile.
Above the inscription was the cutest picture of Reagan and Rogan. They were side-by-side on all fours, ready to take on the world. My baby girl was grinning wide enough I could see two little teeth on her bottom jaw, while Ro had a frown on his face.
October 14
I can’t believe it’s been a year already. How is that even possible? So much has happened in such a short period of time. Moving to New York to be closer to Uncle Finn was probably the best decision I made for us. As much as I hate to say it, I need his help.
Rogan, my rough and tumble kid. Nothing scares you, and that scares the crap out of me. You’re the best big brother, always watching out for your sister. Don’t ever change.
My sweet Reagan, your shy smile lights up my darkest days. You have the biggest heart, but sometimes I worry I won’t be able to protect it. I’ll swear to you, I’ll do my best.
“There’s a book for every year of their life,” Sloane said when I closed the first.
“They’re incredible. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She shifted sideways on the couch. “I should go to bed.”
“Sunshine?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m going to kiss you.”
Sloane
His movements were slow, purposeful, giving me plenty of time to say no. But the likelihood of that happening was slim to none, leaning solely toward none. I wanted Duncan Palmer with every fiber of my being. Heck, I had the ruined panties to prove it.
He dipped down, touching his lips to mine.
Once. Twice. Then the sweet nature of our kiss became carnal when his tongue surged into my mouth.
One minute we were sitting, the next I was on my back with his delicious body between my wide-spread thighs, pressing me into the sofa.
I groaned into his mouth, spearing my fingers through his thick, sandy brown hair.
His hand slid beneath me, cupping my bottom as he ground his hips against my pussy.
“Do you feel how hard you make me?” I gasped when his mouth left mine, trailing featherlight kisses down my neck. “Tell me I can touch you.”
“Yes,” I hissed as he licked a path to my collarbone.
“Not here.” His weight was gone in an instant, then I was airborne, lifted into his strong arms. “I can’t have the kids walking in on me mauling their mother.”
“Are you planning to maul me?”
In the back of my mind, I recalled Duncan saying we’d take things slow.
I knew it was bologna when he said it. There was nothing slow about us, never had been.
We were balls-to-the-wall from day one and the only reason that changed was because we were forced apart.
He was the love of my life. No one would ever take his place in my heart.
“I’m gonna do a helluva lot more than that when you’re ready.” Then he devoured my mouth again.
Lord have mercy, he was killing me. But what a way to go.
There were more wicked thoughts in my head than I knew what to do with, especially since Duncan was the last man I’d been with.
My trusty vibrator saw a good bit of action, so it wasn’t like I was a born-again virgin, but intimacy was another story all together.
Hopefully, it was like riding a bike without too many bumps and bruises.
Somehow, amid kissing me, he managed to make it to my bedroom without tripping or running us into a wall.
I was equally impressed when he kicked the door closed, then settled our bodies smack-dab in the middle of the mattress in almost the same position we were in on the couch.
I lost his mouth when he rolled, pulling me astride him.
Not waiting for him to make the first move, I pulled my sweater over my head, leaving me in only a red lace bra.
His hands began a journey of discovery, starting at my hips––which he gave a firm squeeze––then drifting up my sides, tracing over each one of my ribs with painstaking precision. I sucked in a sharp breath when he finally cupped my breasts, massaging them in his palms.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Sunshine.”
Even in the dimly lit room, I could see the desire reflected in his eyes as he reached behind my back, undoing the clasp of my bra faster than I ever could.
Goosebumps broke out over my flesh as he eased the straps down my arms, baring me to him from the waist up.
Without warning, he curled up, planting a kiss on each of my nipples before drawing one into his mouth.
He sucked hard on the little nub while his thumb ran back and forth over the other. The sensation shot straight to my core.
My head fell back as I groaned, “Oh God.”
“Your body is even better than I remembered,” he murmured, licking his way to my other breast, giving it the same treatment as the first.
My body had changed quite a bit since the last time he’d seen it. Not that I was the least bit ashamed. I wasn’t. In fact, I was proud of every single curve I earned carrying our babies. But it was reassuring to hear Duncan appreciated them as well.
Suddenly, he flipped us again, then sat back on his heels.
For a second I thought he’d changed his mind until he reached between his shoulder blades, fisted his shirt, and pulled it straight off his body.
Duncan had always been built, however this was something else all together.
His muscles had muscles and each one of them was sculpted to perfection.
“I want to see all of you.” He fell forward, his palms landing on either side of my head. “Taste every inch of you.”
“I’m not going to stop you. Just know, I want the same.”
“Sunshine, if you put your delectable lips anywhere near my cock right now, it’ll all be over before we get started. I promise you’ll get your turn, but tonight it’s all about you.”
“No fair,” I pouted.
“I guarantee you won’t be saying that after your second orgasm.”
“Second?”
“Consider the first an appetizer. We’ve got a lot of years to make up for.”
In the blink of an eye, my pants were on the floor, followed quickly by his. I watched, awestruck, as his wide shoulders nudged my legs apart, making room for him to crawl between them. Embarrassed by my desire, I threw my arm over my eyes when he paused at the apex of my thighs.
“Do you remember what happens when you hide from me, Sunshine?”
Smack.
His hand connected with the outside of my thigh near my buttocks. Dang it all to heck, that stung, but I loved every second of it. And Duncan knew it, since he was the one who introduced me to the whole “touch of pain with my pleasure” concept.
“Vaguely,” I sassed, lowering my arm to my side.
“Another day, when I’m not starving for you, I’ll refresh your memory.” He winked.
“I look forward to it.”
“Hope you’re not fond of these.” He fisted the side of my panties and tore them from my body.
They were brand-new, but any protest I may have had died when Duncan lowered his head and ravished my pussy. He lapped at my folds, purposefully avoiding the one place I needed him most.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You taste good.”
Every slow lick was meant to torture me, and it worked.
I was in a state of desperation when he finally relented.
My back bowed off the bed as his tongue flicked over my clit.
Again and again, he abused my bundle of nerves in the most carnal ways.
Heartpounding ecstasy was within reach, I just needed a little more to push me over the edge.
Like he could read my mind, Duncan slid one thick finger deep inside me, hitting a place which made me see stars.
I detonated, moaning his name like a prayer.
“That’s one.” He wiped his mouth on my thigh. “How do you want number two?”
“You”––I panted––“inside me.”
“Be sure, Sunshine. Once I make you mine again, nothing and no one will tear us apart.”
“It’s always been you, Duncan. After today, I want you to make me feel alive.”
Sliding off the end of the bed, he stood, pushing his boxers to the floor. Duncan was not a small man…anywhere. My core spasmed when he fisted his hard length, giving it a few sharp tugs before climbing between my legs. His arms shook as he held himself over me.
“Shit.” His forehead touched mine. “I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m on the pill to regulate my cycle.”
“I haven’t been with another woman since you, Sloane.”
“Neither have I. Been with a man, that is.”
“Love you, Sunshine. I never stopped, not even when I thought you were gone.”
Without giving me a chance to respond, he captured my mouth, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
Reaching between us, he swiped his cock through my wetness before pressing the tip against my opening.
My breaths quickened as ever so slowly, he pushed in a few inches then retreated.
He repeated the process, giving me a little more of himself each time, stretching me to my limits.
“Fuck, you’re tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You could never hurt me.”
On the next slow glide, I slammed my hips up, taking him to the root.
I gasped, not from pain, but from the intensity of emotions our coupling unleashed, emotions I’d kept buried deep inside.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever feel them again. I’d almost given up hope when Duncan appeared on Finn’s doorstep. It was like fate intervened.
“Dammit, Sloane. Are you okay?” He brushed the sweat-soaked hair back away from my face.
“Never better.”
“If you hurt yourself on purpose again, I’ll redden your ass.”
“Is that a promise?” I smiled.
He returned my grin. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Love me.”
“With everything I am.”