51. My Perfect View
fifty-one
My Perfect View
Dylan
“ Y ou know, this is Luna’s first Christmas. We didn’t have to go completely hog wild on buying her stuff,” Leah tells me as she gets the baby out of her car seat.
I bring in all the bags and set them on the kitchen counter. “She deserves all the stuff. Have you seen how cute she is?”
“Yes, she’s very cute. But she doesn’t even know what her hands are yet. She’s not going to understand the concept of toys.”
“Hear that, Luna? I want you to remember this moment when trying to figure out which one of us you’ll put in the better nursing home.”
That earns me an eye roll.
I say, “You have to admit that the matching outfits that I got for her and baby Beth are adorable.”
“I’ll give you that. But aside from that, you went nuts.”
“Just think about when she does get older, and we already have a ton of stuff to play with. ”
“Dylan, are the toys more for you or for her?”
I avoid her gaze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She pulls a box out of one of the bags. “A remote control car? Why would our baby need this?”
“Maybe, the baby will think that it’s cool.”
“Mm-hmm. I didn’t even see you put this in the cart.”
“It’s hard to see anything from that high horse of yours.”
She looks down. “You’re lucky she’s asleep, or she would tell you how ridiculous you are.”
With that, she walks in the other room to put Luna down for a nap. In the few weeks since my mom came to talk to Leah, things have been much better. Although we still have some rough nights, she has become much more confident as Luna’s mom, and we’ve settled into a comfortable routine.
We’ve even ventured out of the house a few times with the baby—like today when we decided to do some Christmas shopping. We said we were shopping for everyone else, but it turned into mainly shopping for Luna.
I can’t help it. She started smiling and laughing a couple of days ago, and now, I want to give her the whole world. That girl could smile, and I would give her anything she wanted.
We may be in trouble down the line.
Leah comes walking out a few minutes later and asks, “What time do we need to be at your mom’s later?”
“About six,” I reply.
Thanksgiving was hard to manage this year since Mom and Dad went to visit my grandparents, and both Michelle and Ronnie were also out of town, so we are celebrating tonight.
Leah says, “We could have brought something besides rolls. I mean, I may not know how to cook, but you do.”
“I think they were trying to make it easy since we have a baby.”
“Liz and Jack also have a baby.”
I say, “Right. And they were asked to bring drinks.”
She laughs. “Fair enough.”
Pulling out her phone, she looks at the clock. “We still have some time.”
“For what?”
She takes my hand and leads me into the bedroom before gently pushing me onto the bed.
“Gorgeous, I thought the doctor said you needed to wait another week or two.”
“He did. That doesn’t mean I can’t take care of you.”
Look, usually, I’m the man who would insist that I give just as good as I get. I would wait until I’m able to take care of her too. But it’s been over a month since I’ve felt her touch me, and right now, my cock is thinking louder than my brain.
She undoes my jeans and pulls my member out. One long lick from balls to head drives me wild.
“Holy shit, baby,” I moan.
She kisses the tip a couple of times before taking the entire thing into her mouth. She starts slow—sliding her tongue along the underside of my cock as she drags me in and out of her mouth.
I look down and see her eyes looking back at me. She looks so pretty with my dick in her mouth. I’ve watched our little video we made countless times lately. As sexy as it is, nothing compares to the real thing .
I push her hair to one side to keep it out of her face. I don’t want anything obstructing my view.
My perfect view.
She keeps sucking me at a steady pace, but every time I get closer, she stops and moves down to focus on my balls while her hand continues to stroke me.
This goes on for I don’t know how long. I’m sure her jaw must be hurting, but every time I look at her, she looks like she’s thoroughly enjoying herself.
She seems to be loving teasing me—getting me right to the edge and then pulling back. If she keeps this up, I’m going to come so fucking hard.
“Fuck, Leah,” I hiss.
Just when I feel like there’s no way it can possibly feel any better, she pushes me even further. She uses one hand to jerk me in a twisting motion in perfect rhythm with her mouth. The other hand reaches down to play with my balls.
All of the sensations together make it impossible for me to sit still. I want this to last because it feels so fucking good, but there’s no way I’m going to be able to hold back.
“Holy shit, Leah. I’m going to come, baby.”
She keeps going, adding a little more pressure. That’s all it takes for me to shoot my load down her throat. When she pulls me out of her mouth, she swallows every last drop.
“Damn, gorgeous. That was amazing.”
She smiles. “Glad you liked it.
“Have I told you lately how much I love you? I promise that as soon as you are cleared by the doctor, I am going to return the favor? ”
Luna starts crying from the other room.
Leah looks at me, “For now, I’ll settle on you changing her diaper, Lassie.”
“Deal.”