Chapter 56 #2
“Just feel this. Feel me. Let me clean you.” Taking my hand, he sets it upon his head, and I do feel him.
Dark’s tongue laps my clit before circling my center, where he takes care of me, cleaning up the mess he made.
A low, hungry groan vibrates in his chest as he slowly eats me.
It’s delicious, the build, the hum of his delight against my most sensitive bits.
He takes his time, indulging. His breath is hot.
His moans are even hotter as they grow, and when he shifts and flattens himself to the bed, he ruts against the sheets.
“Fuck. You’re gonna make me come again,” Dark breathes.
And I want that. I want him to come for me. Again.
It doesn’t take long for him to spill all over our bed.
It’s perfect. His delicious noises, his touch.
When he reaches my clit to give it a final kiss, I hold him there, wanting a little more. Dark doesn’t disappoint. He sucks her like it’s all he was born to do, and when I come, a sudden rush of fluid bathes his face as my eyes roll into the back of my skull and everything goes hot white.
Dark
Drinking down my woman’s offering, I get off on her cum. It soaks the bed and me, and damn if that’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Iris grabs her big tits and jackknifes off the bed as her mouth rounds in a silent scream.
When she’s through, I don’t bother cleaning up again. My face is a mess, and our bedsheets need to be washed, but that’s for us to worry about later. I’m home. I’m with her. She just shared herself with me, and only me.
Scooping her up, I prop my back against the headboard and hold Iris on my lap.
Her temple rests on my shoulder as I hold her through what will be another emotional moment.
I know it. She came hard. Probably harder than she ever has.
I’ve seen women crack open when they do, and I won’t let her go through this alone.
Once she returns to reality, the torrential downpour follows.
Shaking like a leaf, Iris clings to me. Sure, my cock is still hard, but I don’t give a damn.
I take her onslaught of slaps to the chest and emotional upheaval.
I deserve it. I want it. As long as I have her, naked in my lap, that’s all I give a fuck about.
“Why did you have to do that?” she sobs.
I kiss the top of her head. “Do what?”
“Everything. Leave me. Make me love you. Give me… that… I… I’m still tingling. Fluids came out of my body. I’m…” She tweaks my nipple, and I suck in a breath as pleasure-laced pain shoots to my groin.
“Sweetheart. I’m sorry I left you. I’m here now. You squirted, and that’s normal. That’s okay.” It’s more than okay. It was hot as sin, but that’s not what she needs to hear right now.
“I don’t know how I feel.”
“And that’s okay.”
“This is a lot. You jerk.” Iris holds out her hand to admire the gold band with a vintage green emerald at the center, surrounded by smaller emerald chips.
Pecking the side of her head, I wholeheartedly agree. “I am a jerk.”
“Ugh,” Iris grunts. “Don’t agree with me.”
“But it’s true. Just so you know, I wanted to come home to you.”
“You died.”
“Yeah. I did.”
“Now you didn’t. You’re here. Asshole.”
“Now I am here, and I’m never leaving you again.”
“Promise?” she whispers, hopeful.
“Yes. I promise.”
The phone on the nightstand vibrates with an incoming call. Iris tries to wriggle out of our cuddle to get it, but I reach over, answer it, and turn on the speakerphone.
“Iris!” Kali sobs. “Is he there?”
“I’m here.” I chuckle, knowing damn well I’m the one she’s referring to.
“Oh. My…” Kali shrieks in frustration. “I’m gonna kill you, you fucking dickhead!”
I laugh at her outrage, even if it is warranted. “It’s good to hear from you, too, Kali.”
“Is Iris there?”
“Yes. I’m here,” my woman says.
“Did you make her cry?” Kali accuses, ready to commit murder for her friend. It makes me smile.
“If you must know, I made her come. We’re a little busy reuniting. Which you should also be doing. We’ll come by later today.”
Pops’ voice comes out scratchy in the background, then there’s a squeal from my ex-wife, and the phone goes dead.
Iris giggles, and I follow suit as my woman looks up at me with the prettiest smile.
I peck the tip of her upturned nose. “Now what?” I wink, thankful the tension is gone, and it’s just us, naked in bed.
Because I can, I brush my fingertips up and down her soft thighs and eventually sneak in and play with her sweet little cunt once more.
Fuck. I’m already addicted.
Not that I wasn’t before all this shit went down.
I can’t believe it’s been almost a year since I’ve seen her. It feels like just yesterday she was leaving with Kali to help the children.
Nope.
Not going there.
I shake my head to toss away the thoughts and focus on the now. On her and her adorable moans as I enter her tight, wet center. The shudders of her pleasure.
“You wanna come for me again?” I rasp.
“Dark.”
“Is that a yes?”
“We need to talk.”
“So, talk.”
Her nose wrinkles, all adorable and shit. “That isn’t fair.”
“Life hasn’t been fair for our entire fuckin’ lives, sweetheart. Let me get you off a dozen times, then we can talk and go over to Kali’s. It sounds like you’ve gotten even closer since… ya know…”
Iris’s sweet nod gets to me.
“Is that a yes?”
“I…” Her cheeks flush the sexiest red, but those mismatched eyes that got me through hell sink into my soul as they meet mine and stay there.
My heart beats faster. Cock gets painfully hard.
I don’t ask another question. Or say another damn thing.
I do what I want, what she needs, and I take care of what’s mine.
Moving Iris around, I make her straddle me, and I reach down so I’m inside her as she does. The glide makes my eyes roll back in my head, and my fingers dig into those lush hips. Her little mewls as I settle deep damn near make me come.
I count to ten.
Then twenty.
“Dark?” Iris’s concern has me grittin’ my teeth, so I don’t embarrass the fuck outta myself.
When she settles completely on my lap, knees on either side of my thighs, those perfect tits mashed against my chest, I barely reach a count to thirty before my body takes over, forcing me to dig my heels into the mattress and thrust just once to spill inside her.
Goddamn.
I bust.
Moaning.
Pulsing.
It’s a miracle I don’t pass out as the pleasure steals my breath.
It doesn’t help when Iris grinds down. Swiveling those hips. Squeezing her walls around my shaft, milking every embarrassing drop from him.
When I’m done, does he get soft? Of course not.
Iris cups the back of my neck and brings her forehead to mine.
“I’m sorry,” I sputter out of my depth, as I knead her ass like a touch-starved cat.
“It’s okay.”
“I missed you so much.”
“I missed you, too.”
Those words heal something deep. Some place I don’t think I’ve ever felt before. It’s everything. She’s everything.
Needing to make this special, despite the mess I made inside her, I do what I’ve dreamed of for so long. I make love to Iris. Her skin is soft, and her kisses are extra sweet as I rock her on my erection. We spend hours in bed, speaking with our desperation for one another.
At some point, we fall asleep, and when we wake up, tangled in each other’s arms, I take her again and map every luscious inch of her body with my lips. Her scent drives me mad.
Once we’re both wrung dry, I roll off the love of my life and drop onto the mattress beside her with a pleasantly exhausted sigh.
“That was…” she trails off in a dreamy voice, her hand resting on my thigh.
“Perfect,” I finish for her, staring at the ceiling.
Iris’s low, satisfied hum says it all.
This is our life.
Together.
Fuck, if it doesn’t feel good to be home.