Chapter 25
Surprise, I’m Here
Micheal
“Tell me how I can make it better,” I say into Sim’s ear as she sits at the piano.
“I don’t know how to explain it. That’s why I am playing.”
“Yes, but your playing has awoken everyone in the house, including our two-year-old son. Please, talk to me, Bella.”
She groans. “See, this is the problem. I am not good enough. I’m doing my best, but I’m not good enough.”
I pull her into my lap and wait for her to give me her eyes. I hadn’t known this had been on her mind. I’m a bit confused.
“Good enough for what? For who?”
“To be your wife, to be a mother. Artemis hates me. Sammy went to California for his training. I’m not good enough for anyone,” she replies.
“Okay, let’s back this up. You, mia cara, are an amazing mother. Our son adores you.”
“He does not adore me. He has no patience for me. Yesterday was terrible.”
“He is two and likes to stretch his boundaries. He has picked up on your bad days, and the little monster likes to push all your buttons to get a reaction. It’s his job to fluster you as much as he can.”
“It’s not nice to call our child a monster, Micheal. CPS might take him from us both if they hear you say things like that.”
I snort. “Why would CPS come to take him from either of us?”
“I had to yell at Art while we were in the store yesterday. He was throwing a tantrum. I was also stimming as I was having a bad day.”
“Sim, no one is going to call child protective services on you for chastising our son. If they did, they would find that our son has two loving parents and a safe, loving, and clean home. Why do you think you are so overwhelmed as of late?”
“I miss Sammy and training with him. I don’t know what I did wrong for him to need to find new trainers,” she says as her lips tremble.
“Cara, you did nothing wrong. Sammy went to learn from others for a while. That’s a good thing. He will return and we will be here waiting to continue as usual.”
“But I could have taught him anything they could and more. Why didn’t he ask me for what he needed? No, I am not good enough. He doesn’t want my help.”
“Baby, you are making this personal when it’s not. We are all trusting Sammy and what he knows he needs to do. Do you realize how important you have been in his life?”
“I thought I was, then he left.”
“Baby, you are overthinking this. You are Artemis’s favorite person in the world. There is nothing you can do to change that.
“Our son adores you almost as much as I do. You are one of the people who I believe Sammy considers a friend. He will return and train with you again.
“Now let’s address me. Your husband. I love you more than anything.
“Good enough? You are perfect in my eyes. I wouldn’t want anyone else over you,” I say and capture her lips for a deep kiss.
I grasp her side and run my thumb over the silky fabric of her nightgown. She moans into my mouth and laces her fingers into my hair. The more she opens up for me, the deeper I take the kiss.
“Micheal,” she whimpers as I move my lips to her neck and glide my hand to her breast to run my finger over her nipple.
“Let me show you how much I love you, baby,” I breathe into her ear.
“I want you to fuck me, Micheal.”
“That’s my girl. See, you know me so well. I am going to fuck you so hard and show you how you are more than enough for me.”
“Yes, Micheal, please,” she says as I move my hand up under her gown and claw my fingers up her leg until I meet with the apex of her thighs.
“Please what, baby?”
“Please eat my pussy and make me come, my husband.”
I smile. Sim’s mouth has gotten so filthy now that I’ve broken her out of using the technical terms for sexual acts. Her dirty mouth turns me on because I know she’s doing it for me.
Closing the lid of the piano, I then lift her onto the top. Gently, I bend her knees and push her legs into her chest, pinning them there. Dipping my head and burying my face into her core, I devour her as she reaches to hold my head in place.
“Yes, oh yes,” she breathes.
She tastes so fucking good. I hum in pleasure as I suck on her lips, one after the other. Sim begins to rock her hips against my face as I dive in deeper.
The hitch in her voice as she gasps from me adding my fingers to the mix is music to my ears. Reaching for her breast, I then pinch her nipple between my fingertips. With determination, I work her pussy until she comes for me.
When her juices fill my mouth, I groan and lap every drop up. Pulling a hand down my face, I stand and look her in the eyes. She looks back at me with a drunken smile on her face.
“I’m not done with you yet, gorgeous.”
I drop my sleep pants to my ankles and kick them aside. Palming my length, I begin to stroke myself. Sim slides down to her feet, then drops to her knees.
I watch in awe as she takes me into her mouth. Sim doesn’t just give head; she makes love to my cock with her mouth. I cup the side of her face as she gives it her all.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, cara. So perfect and beautiful.”
She smiles around me as she looks up at me with those big eyes. It’s hard not to fall more in love with her each day. Sim is an amazing wife and mother.
I hate that she’s been doubting herself. Had I known she felt so deeply about Sammy leaving, I would have done something to fix this sooner.
However, Sim is good at hiding her feelings when she wants. It’s something she’s perfected since having our son. I will be more vigilant.
“Fuck,” I bite out as she digs her nails into my thighs as she continues to work me with her mouth.
She hums as her eyes roll back, showing her enjoyment. I place my hands on my ass and start to pump my hips. Releasing a groan, I throw my head back.
Sim works me until I blow, coming down the back of her throat. Taking a few steps back, I slip from her mouth and stumble over to the chair in the corner of the room to catch my breath.
Sim lifts to her feet, running her hand across her mouth before she saunters over to me, holding my gaze. I know that look, she thinks this is over. It isn’t.
I still plan to fuck her. She comes to climb onto my lap. Grasping the back of her neck, I capture her lips and devour her.
Our tongues dance together as we drink from each other. I can taste the peach tea she must have had before she came to play. It’s become a part of her morning routine.
So many things have changed, yet so many remain the same. Reaching for her nightgown, I pull it up over her head and let it slip from my fingertips.
I lift from the chair and guide her to the floor while our mouths are still connected. Breaking the kiss, Sim looks up at me expectantly, awaiting my command. I bite my lip and grin as I think of how flexible my wife is and how much I love taking advantage of that.
“Lie back, legs up. I need to taste you again,” I order.
She lies back and kicks her legs up. I take her long limbs in my hands, then step around her body with them in my hold until I’m standing between her legs, facing her front.
“On your shoulders,” I demand.
I bend over as I grab her waist and hold her in place as I begin to feast on her again. She cries out in pleasure, getting me hard all over again as I eat until she’s a shaking mess.
After her orgasm hits and her essence bathes my tongue, I reach for the pillow in the chair and toss it down on the hardwood floor.
“Turn over and brace your arms on the cushion.”
She lazily moves into position and looks over her shoulder at me. I get behind her and lift her lower body to my waist. Then I enter her wet pussy as she clings to the pillow her arms are resting on.
“Fuck, baby,” I bite out as she locks her legs around my waist.
I keep going, fucking her hard as I make her sing for me. My name has never sounded so amazing coming from her lips. Squeezing her ass, I lick my lips as I look down her long body.
She’s beneath me, holding her body up with the grace of a ballerina. Knowing that even with her strength and conditioning, I’ve put enough pressure on her arms and shoulders. I use my arms to brace her and take the brunt of her weight.
“Yes, Micheal, yes. Fuck me just like that. Harder,” she cries out.
I lift her legs to my shoulders and move in closer to her body, still thrusting into her tight core. She locks her feet behind my head. I palm her ass and let my nails bite into her skin.
“Ah, I’m coming. Micheal, Micheal,” she cries out as she reaches back with one hand and digs her nails into the back of my hand.
“You want me to stop? Do you need a break, baby?”
“No break. Keep fucking me, but I do want to be close to you.”
I groan. “You got it, baby.”
I pull out and lower her body. Then I walk around her and place my hands under her arms to lift her onto my waist, then guide her onto my length.
She throws her head back in pleasure as I bounce her up and down. She uses that amazing body strength to take over and begins to grind her hot pussy on my shaft. I lean in to kiss and lick her neck, then suck the skin into my mouth.
She palms my face as she continues to ride me, pulling my lips to hers. I take her mouth and kiss her deeply. I can feel when we’re both about to come.
Breaking the kiss, Sim looks into my eyes. I look back at her, promising with my gaze that she’s more than enough. I have always known our lives would be different, but I wouldn’t trade her for the world.
“I love you, cara. You are amazing.”
“Thank you, Micheal. I love you too.”
We both come. I stumble back to the chair and sit. Sim keeps humping my lap as she comes down from her peak. I kiss her face and neck as I savor the feel of her body on top of mine.
“That was amazing, Micheal. Thank you for everything.”
“You are welcome, my love. Come, let’s shower and then we can train together.”
Symphony
I have to say I feel a little better. I had already been feeling down, but my son brought all those feelings to the surface yesterday. Artemis is adorable, but he can be a challenge. Especially since he has turned two.
I love him and want to be the best mother I can. Sometimes, I wonder if this will be the one thing in my life I’m not able to master. It is actually my greatest fear.
“You okay, baby?” Micheal asks as he places a hand on my shoulder.
“Yes, I will be fine.”
He gives my shoulder a squeeze and I lift my head. I gasp as I find Sammy sitting on the floor in the middle of the training room. He gets up and we run to each other.
“You are back,” I say.
“Yes, I have so much I want to share with you. We should get started.”
“You still want to train with me?”
“Of course, why would I not? You are the best-equipped individual to understand many of my needs. You are a great teacher, and you help me when I’m overwhelmed because you know what it’s like.
“I hope you will be one of my trainers for a very long time. I have seen that you will be. You are one of my greatest assets. I have also missed you very much,” he says.
I smile. “I have missed you too. Let’s begin.”
“By the way, I will start to text ahead of time. I think I understand why Dad wants me to. You two were very loud when I arrived.”
I palm my forehead. We didn’t even know he was here. Heck, we didn’t know he was back.