Chapter 43 Ace #2
I wave Raya off. “When we make love, and she has an orgasm, I like to give her verbal encouragement.”
Tori’s mouth drops open and her eyes go wide as they turn to Raya. Then she bursts out laughing. “Of course I knew. I’m grown.”
I laugh, too, but Raya rolls her eyes. “Really, Auntie?”
“Really. Ain’t gon’ be no more bald-headed bitches, hear?”
Her eyes move between me and Tori before she shakes her head. “Not y’all ganging up on me again.”
“I’m sorry, babe. I’m kinda tired. I’ve been sleepier lately.”
“Yeah, I noticed.”
“So it’s okay if I go to sleep?”
“I don’t even know why you’re asking. Of course it’s okay.”
She smiles. “Come tuck me in?”
“Yes, ma’am. I need to check my emails anyway.”
She shrugs herself out of her robe and hands it to me. Naked now, she lays down on the hotel bed and I cover her with the comforter. She reaches for a hug, and I provide one, then a quick peck on the lips.
“Get some rest. I’ll wake you up in the morning.”
I wanna say something about the baby, but I’m still not sure where her head is at. I don’t wanna set the woman off. So I just kiss her forehead and take myself over to the desk.
Not even a minute goes by when I hear her soft, sleepy voice behind me.
“I wouldn’t be mad if I woke up with you inside me.”
I turn away from my laptop to gaze upon my wife. “Excuse me?”
She smiles. “I don’t have to be awake for you to fuck me.”
“Okay…”
“I’m assuming I’m gonna be tired for the next…seven months? So I’m just saying…me going to bed early doesn’t have to stop anything. If I wake up to you kissing me, or eating my pussy, or fucking me, then it’s fine. I want you to enjoy me, Ace.”
“I got you,” I say. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, babe.”
I turn back to my computer like my dick ain’t hard. Like my mind ain’t racing. Like I’m not gonna wait twenty minutes for her to fall asleep.
It takes me thirty minutes to get through my emails. I think my shit was coherent, but ain’t no tellin’. I’m tipsy and I’m horny. That’s a bad combination.
I shut down and make my way over to the bed. My baby is knocked out. She looks so peaceful, I don’t even wanna disturb her, but at the same time…I’m tipsy and I’m horny. My dick is leading me here. I have no choice.
I pull the covers off her, slowly so I don’t disturb her. I never get tired of looking at her. Fine ass. And now I can finally admire the changes I’ve been seeing these past few weeks.
Her titties are fuller. Hips a little wider. Ass a little fatter. I guess she done already said fuck it about waxing, because there’s a little fuzz on her pussy. I don’t mind at all, in fact, I like it better. And then there’s her belly. My baby got her poking out a little bit.
I put my palm against it and smile. No movement yet. The baby’s still too small, but I can imagine. I used to love feeling Elijah kick. Arnelle got so sick of me touching on her belly, but I couldn’t help it. It’s…magical. Miraculous. Who wouldn’t admire that?
I strip myself out of my shirt and sweatpants before I climb in next to her.
I kiss her softly on the lips while my hand roams her body, caressing her soft skin, tweaking her nipples until they harden.
Down below, I pull her leg open to give myself access.
She’s so damn wet, it makes me wonder if she’s dreaming about me.
I slide my tongue into her mouth. I spread my fingers to part her pussy lips, and a quiet groan escapes me when I hear the popping sound.
It’s kinda strange kissing someone who doesn’t kiss back.
Touching them and not knowing if they feel it or not.
Good strange or bad strange, I can’t tell just yet. Dick still hard, though.
I move down her body, kissing one nipple, then the other. I lick, I suck, I look up at her sleeping face. She looks so peaceful, I hate to disturb her. But, again…I’m tipsy and I’m horny and she said it was okay.
She knows me so well, I think she knew I’d be cautious about this. She knew I’d wonder, that I’d be teetering on the edge of acceptability. Or, my favorite word, normalcy. Is this right? I don’t know. And I think she enjoys that part. She likes pushing me.
She knows it gets me off.
Now I’m eating her out. Still gentle, still careful. Her eyelids flutter, but she doesn’t wake. Can I make her cum in her sleep? She made me cum in mine.
That’s not entirely true. She and I both know I was only half-sleep.
But all the world’s a stage, and she played her part while I played mine.
And in the end, the thing I swore I’d never do gave me what was probably the most intense orgasm I’d ever had, so I think Raya she knows exactly what she’s doing when she does it.
She’s cumming right now.
There’s no noise or fanfare. I only realize it because I’m an inch away from the source of her pleasure, watching as her pussy and ass throb right in my face, over and over until I can’t hold back anymore.
I slide in so easily. Fuck, her pussy is so perfect. She still doesn’t stir, not even when I pull her bottom lip between my teeth. I fuck her the way I like—fast, then slow, then fast again, then real fucking slow, pulling out to the tip so I can feel her pussy suck me back in again.
“Ohhhhh…shit…” I moan. Pussy got me moaning. I damn near wanna cry in this shit.
Yeah, she knows exactly what she’s doing.
I suck on her bottom lip until I’m right at the edge, then I speak softly to my wife.
“Wake up, babe.”
Nothing.
“Raya. Wake up for me, baby. I need to look in your eyes when I cum.”
Her eyes open. Her lips curve into a smile. “I had the most vivid dream.”
“Mm hm.” I shake my head. “You just don’t know what you do to me.”
“I make you feel good?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“Show me. Fuck me like you did when you put this baby in me.”
Man, I nut so hard, I see stars behind my eyes.
After, I play the part of the big spoon, and Raya snuggles against me. Just before I drift off, I hear her say, “Thank you.”
“For what, babe?”
She hesitates for a moment. “For helping me work through my fears.”
And then she drifts off, leaving me wondering what the fuck just happened.