11. Magnus
There were worse ways to wake up than with a mouth wrapped around my dick.
A knowing smile stirred my lips as I became aware of Evelyn’s lips moving up and down my shaft. Her tongue lapped at the underside before flicking the bundle of nerves beneath my head. I gently moved my hips, working my way deeper until I hit the back of her throat. “Good morning to you, too,” I muttered, opening my eyes and lifting my head to watch her work me.
Fuck, there was nothing sexier in the world. So many women complained about giving head, but my wife enjoyed it. Because she enjoyed it, not to mention wanting to satisfy me, she put her all into it. That only made it better, the way she let herself go and gave herself over to the process of giving and sharing pleasure.
Her low moan sent vibrations running through me, and I closed my eyes again, succumbing to the sensations racing through my body. I couldn’t help but reach down to cup the back of her head, burying my fingers in her hair. “You’re so good to me,” I groaned out while she bobbed up and down, slurping on me. Her hands ran over my abs and chest, adding to the sizzling pleasure that began to build in my core. There was only one place I would rather have my dick than in her expert mouth. Knowing my wife, she’d be good and wet by the time she finished.
She increased the pressure, her cheeks hollowing out. It was too much to stand. While it would’ve been easy to let go and fill her throat, I pulled her away. “Why don’t you climb on me and let me put that pussy to work?” I grunted, pulling the covers back so I wouldn’t miss anything. I wanted to see every inch of her as she lost herself.
She gave me a seductive smile as she worked her way up to her knees. Her body glowed in the morning sunlight streaming through the windows at her back, highlighting every soft curve. She was an angel. Only there was nothing particularly holy about the way she straddled me and wasted no time running my swollen head through her folds. “I thought you’d never ask,” she whispered.
Sure enough, she was dripping wet. What had I done to deserve a woman who got off on giving me head? Whatever it was, I planned on continuing to do it for the rest of my life because there was nothing better than this.
Once I was thoroughly coated in her hot, ambrosial juice, she guided me to her entrance. We both lost our breath as she slowly descended. All the while, she watched me, her eyes trained on my face while I indulged in the firm softness of her tits. “You are so goddamn beautiful,” I told her once she took all of me inside her, settling at my base.
Her lips stretched in a smile as she leaned down to kiss me, rocking her hips in time with every slow, sensual thrust of her tongue against mine. With her dark hair hanging in loose waves on either side of my face and her body wrapped around mine, she was the only thing in my world at that moment. It was only the two of us lost in each other.
She broke the kiss with a gasp, bracing herself with one hand on either side of my head and arching her back, thrusting her tits close to my face. I took advantage, kissing, fondling, licking, and sucking, driving her wild the way she drove me crazy with every deliberate stroke.
“Make yourself come for me,” I growled out, running my hand down her sides until I took her hips and pressed my fingers against her soft flesh. I knew her by heart but never got tired of every inch of her. She was an endless source of pleasure.
Especially when she let herself go the way she did now, chasing her high, single-minded in her purpose. There was nothing for me to do but grit my teeth and hang on for her sake. She had already worked me up until it was sheer willpower keeping me from exploding. Not yet. Not until she got hers.
I slid a thumb between us and found her clit. Her mouth fell open before a cry filled the room. “Oh God, yes.” She gasped when I began tracing circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves, soaking in every helpless moan that tumbled from her lips.
“Come for me,” I urged, jerking my hips upward to meet her stroke for stroke. “Let me see you come, baby. Let me feel it.” Her muscles tightened, almost like they were responding to my whispered words. Maybe they were.
Soon, the bed creaked in time with every desperate, deliberate thrust. “So close,” she whispered hoarsely, closing her eyes and screwing up her face in concentration. “Almost there.”
“I want you to drench me,” I muttered, stroking her clit faster, fucking her as she fucked me, using her as she used my body for her pleasure, knowing there was nothing but love between us. “I want your cum running down my balls by the time you’re finished. Can you do that for me? Can you be a good girl and come that hard?”
That was what did it, the way I knew it would. It pushed her over the edge, giving me the thrill of watching a look of pure ecstasy wash over her flushed face. She was barely able to bite back a scream before crashing against me, her cunt milking my cock until there was no choice but to fill her. I came until my ears rang, and I couldn’t breathe. It didn’t help that Evelyn fell against me in the aftermath of her release, forcing the rest of the air from my lungs.
We were both breathless and a little sweaty. And very happy. At least, I was. I couldn’t speak for her, though the dazed smile she wore when she finally managed to roll away told me she was feeling pretty good.
Only one question played at the forefront of my thoughts now that bliss had wiped everything else away. “What did I do to deserve that?” I was still a bit dazed, though I was not complaining.
“I woke up, and there was this big, gorgeous erection waiting for me,” she explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “How was I supposed to resist?” She giggled as she rolled my way, curling her body around mine.
“I thought it was because weddings get you frisky,” I whispered, stroking her hair when she rested her head on my chest. “It’s good to know all it took was the sight of my cock.”
“The wedding might’ve had something to do with it, too,” she replied. “It was a beautiful day.”
And a beautiful night. The party had lasted until well past midnight, with the last of us retreating to our rooms around two in the morning. Reilly Kissinger had long since finished performing, and the band looked like they were ready to drop, but that was nothing compared to the weary but happy guests who managed to close the party down, us included.
“Everything was perfect,” Evelyn decided with a smile. “And Olivia was so thrilled when Reilly arrived. It was the perfect surprise.”
“So she was really surprised? She didn’t have the slightest idea?” I found it hard to believe, but then Ari had made a big deal of swearing everyone to secrecy.
Evelyn snorted. “You heard the way she screamed when that helicopter landed.” I had to laugh because yes, I had heard her scream. It was enough to worry me a little, in fact. “It was perfect. Something out of a fairy tale.”
“Ari and Olivia got their happily ever after,” I agreed, and I wasn’t being sarcastic.
She was smiling sweetly when she lifted her head to gaze up at me. “We all did. Every one of us.”
There was nothing to do but kiss her after something like that, so I did. It was the sort of kiss that deepened quickly and had the potential to lead somewhere else if it hadn’t been for the knock at the door.
Right away, Evelyn jumped up and grabbed for the silk bathrobe she’d left across the foot of the bed. “Just a minute!” she called out while I sat up and arranged the blankets around my waist. I loved watching her excitement at being with the girls, and I couldn’t pretend it didn’t thrill me a little too. I loved seeing them, loved being with them. From the time they were born when their pediatrician told us we were the only two parents in the entire world who weren’t satisfied by their babies sleeping well, there was no staying away from them. From the very beginning, we struggled with never wanting to put them down.
Evelyn opened the door so the girls’ nanny could bring them into the room. “They had their breakfast,” Penny announced as Valentina and Aria toddled in, wearing matching pink dresses. Both reached for Evelyn as soon as they set eyes on her, their pudgy little hands opening and closing.
“Thank you so much,” Evelyn told her, a baby balanced in both arms as she returned to the bed. “We’ll be getting ready to go down for breakfast soon, ourselves. I’ll let you know.”
“There’s my girls,” I called out as they approached the bed, and their sweet squeals made my heart swell. They shared delicate, dark curls and eyes the same shade of blue as mine, eyes that danced with joy once Evelyn set them down on the bed. They wasted no time crawling all over me, then over Evelyn once she climbed in next to me.
We spent time laughing and cuddling, and as we did, I couldn’t help but remember the way the morning after a party used to go back in my single days. I would inevitably wake up beside a nameless stranger, and the first question on my mind was always how to get her out of my apartment without making things awkward. It always went that way, no matter how hot I’d been for the girl hours earlier. I couldn’t be bothered to spend another minute with them.
This was better, spending some alone time with my reasons for existing. I couldn’t imagine a time when I wouldn’t be grateful for that or them.
The three girls who had turned me into a man.