Chapter 29 #2
“Not yet, sweetheart,” I rasp, stroking the back of my thumb along the side of her breast. The peaks of her breasts stiffen, and I advise her to lean over me.
“You keep my cock nice and safe, warm and snug in that perfect cunt of yours and I’ll tell you about us, how’s that sound?”
She nods her head.
I drag my tongue around her areola, tracing and lapping. She moans, and the ends of her hair graze my chest, making my cock throb inside of her. “Mr. Mercer,” she teases, voice low and teasing, sexy as hell. My groin pulses, and she giggles. “Take a breath.”
I huff out a breath and stay focused on her, on teasing and denying. Though I should have known Juliette would battle me for control, for power. And she’s completely unaware of it, too. God I love this woman.
“Now,” I continue, sucking her breast into my mouth, causing her spine to go concave as the most erotic sigh fills the air.
“Oh Ford,” she moans, her body nearly trembling over me in its restraint.
“I’m gonna take you bare, everyday, every single day. Do you get that? Do you know that this shaved, pink, swollen little cunt of yours is my new favorite toy?” I close my eyes as I take her nipple onto my tongue, and latch, sucking her breast until she moans.
“I’m going to kiss it, and lick it, and fuck it, and use things to fuck it,” I promise, dusting my lips across the hardened tip of her breast, making her skin breakout in bumps.
“And then I’m gonna take my big cock and I’m gonna stick it deep inside you, baby,” I promise her, her walls flexing all around me as she moans, fighting so hard not to ride, not to immediately unravel and come right this second.
She presses her breast to my mouth this time, and I eagerly suckle her, loving the way her spine rolls, and the harsh echo of her feral moans.
“Reach back,” I guide her, “reach back and fill your palm with my balls. Feel how big they are, how heavy they are,” I growl.
She arches her back, leaning until her hand finds my swollen sack between my legs. Her tits glisten, pink and swollen from where I marked ownership. Her fingers splay over the textured skin, then she squeezes, gentle but firm.
“Yeah, you feel all that? I’ve been making all that for you and your perfect little pussy. And when you’re done keeping me warm, I’m gonna empty those. Because it’s all for you, Juliette. Everything I have is yours.”
She crumples over me, no longer able to hold out, the eroticism of the moment taking us both over the edge.
Her hips rove, picking up the pace, her thighs slapping against mine.
She humps me, fucking my cock, her cunt gripping so tight my vision blurs.
“Ford, Ford, Ford,” she chants as I slip her breast into my mouth, biting her gently.
“Let me put a baby in you, Juliette. Take my cock, every inch, come on,” I ground out, wrapping my arm around her back, pulling into me more tightly, making her take every painful inch. She moans and cries out, but never stops riding, never stops moaning and shaking and chanting my name.
“Oh Ford, Ford, Ford! Fuck, I’m so close, I’m so close.”
Thrusting my hips up, I pull her down right as desire unspools inside me, breaking all restraint. “Juliette,” I groan as my cock erupts, spraying her insides with hot release. Over and over, my orgasm pulses, and she grinds down on me, seeking every last inch, every single drop.
“You’re coming inside me,” she breathes, not a question, not even a comment, but moreso, a thing of pride.
I tug her close, the back of my nose stinging.
I feel the same way. I feel so close to her.
So connected. “It feels so good to be inside you bare,” I admit, closing my eyes, savoring the moment.
Her lips brush my ear. “You know I’ve been off the pill for two weeks.”
My hand slides down her sweaty back, and cups the wide globe of her ass. I squeeze, and dust my fingers along the crack, pulling her open slightly. “Quit dirty talking me or you’ll be face down on the mattress in a minute.”
We decided we won’t put pressure on conceiving. We’ll just be together, and roll with the outcome, no matter what.
After a long shower where Juliette lets me eat her pretty little ass (she just barely got her mouth on my cock as I was about to come from it), I feed her chicken piccata and lots of water.
We share espressos by the fire at two in the morning, and stay up talking about life until four.
We plan an impromptu family dinner for tonight, and fall asleep, her head resting against my heart, my heart completely in her hands.
Though I haven’t heard from Cade since we saw each other at the bar that night, he is the first to arrive for dinner tonight. Sensing maybe he won’t open up when she’s around. Juliette busies herself with a floral arrangement for the dinner table.
Cade sets down a bottle from the Sottomarino Winery, likely one from the case he got while we visited there two summers ago. He adjusts his glasses, the other hand gripping the edge of the counter for dear life.
We lock eyes. I cross the space between us, and place my hand on his neck, and smile. “You know that I love you, no matter what.”
He rolls his eyes. I drop my hand and erupt in laughter, glad this isn’t the tension filled moment I thought it was. “Of course I know you’d accept me if I was.” He shakes his head. “Hello? Kat?”
I laugh. “Well, I don’t know. I saw Noah put his hand on your leg, and then you squeezed his hand and–” I shake my head. “I want you to know that I don’t care at all who you love, it’s just, I’m surprised, that’s all.”
He nods his head. “I’m surprised, too.”
Silence stretches between us, but I don’t press him. Finally, he says, “When I have things figured out, I’ll share. I just, I wasn’t ready to share and then you saw and–”
I tip my head to the side, eyeing my son. “Downtown San Francisco isn’t exactly shadows and cloaks, Cade.”
He nods his head. “Yeah, I know.” Then, “hey, we’re here. You worked it out with Juliette.”
I smile. “Yeah, we got things squared away.”
His brow falls into a flat line. “Oh Jesus. Am I a big brother again?”
I clap my hand along his shoulders, and walk him toward the dining room as Juliette ushers Kat and Zennie inside, Zen with a plate of brownies, Kat with a bottle of wine. “Not yet. But book an appointment with Dr. Wilder now because it’s coming.”
A handful of minutes later, Elle joins us, and she and Juliette sneak off to the kitchen to talk.
They make drinks for the rest of us, and I plate the salmon and steak, while Cade eventually convinces Noah to come by.
They don’t make physical contact, but the way Noah studies Cade’s profile as he listens to his sister talk about real estate development scams–it’s a look I know all too well.
I looked at Juliette with the same expression the entire evening.
It’s so nice that the woman I love was already so well loved by everyone here. It almost seems as if our lives were meant to come together this way. It’s like we’re meant to be.
After dinner is cleared away and we manage to get through not one but two apple pies, and half the tray of brownies.
I raise my mug of decaf and make a toast to family.
As we grow sluggish in our chairs from good food and great company, the fire crackling silently behind us, I share one of my favorite memories, one that I’ve never shared aloud until now.
“Kat, do you remember the day after you got your driver’s license? How you wanted to drive you and Juliette to the movies? And I wouldn’t let you, so I drove you both.”
“Yeah,” she nods, “and then you stayed. You didn’t sit with us, but you stayed the entire time like a total lurker dork.”
I smile. “I knew once you got your driver’s license that we’d slowly stop doing things together.
I mean, it happened with me and Cade, too.
” I glance at my son, and he smiles softly.
“I trusted you to drive, and I trusted you to drive Juliette, too but… I told you no so that the three of us could do something together again, for what I thought would be the last time.”
Juliette sighs. “Ford.”
Kat puts her hand on Juliette’s knee, but her eyes stay on me. “That’s kind of heartbreaking.”
I nod. “That’s parenthood.” Then I look at Juliette. “That year that I didn’t see you, between when you went away for college and when you came home again,” I continue, but Kat laughs.
“Dad, we left in August and came back in December for Christmas break. It was four months.” She smiles, but looks at her best friend, who blinks up at me with adoration in her eyes.
“That’s when I knew that I had feelings for you. Because I thought about you every day. You emailed me once, asking for help with your dorm room WiFi. And you came back once before Christmas, to pick up your Halloween costume.”
Juliette nods, like she remembers. I’m aware that everyone is around the table, but I’m okay with them knowing just how long and how bad I have it for Juliette.
“You were wearing this t-shirt, it was long and I couldn’t tell if you had shorts on or not.
” I shake my head, and my voice drops an octave.
“It drove me crazy not knowing. And then you came inside, and you were so familiar with the house because you’d been here so much, and you just came in and got in the closet and found your stuff then left and I just… I almost couldn’t breathe.”
“Ford,” Juliette murmurs again, eyes glassy.
Looking out over the table of faces I love, I smile, the fire popping softly in the distance. “We’re all here. We’re together. And it’s meant to be. I believe that.” I lift my mug of half-drank, half-warm decaf. “Cheers.”
We clink our mugs, and finish the brownies.
When everyone leaves, Juliette puts on one of my shirts, and tortures me with the question–is she or isn’t she wearing panties–until she saddles up, riding my face while I fuck her mouth.
She swallows my cum, and later, after we’ve eaten Ben and Jerry’s and I’ve rubbed her feet, she slips me back into her mouth, just to know what I feel like soft.
She keeps me there as I stroke my fingers through her hair, telling her all the times she tested my will power, and put my discipline through the ringer. When I get sleepy, I pull her up to me, lying her head carefully onto my chest, where she belongs.