Chapter 10
TEN
Lily yawns and snuggles into the crook of Grandpa’s arm, wearing her cutest unicorn pajama set. Flashing me a soft smile, Sunshine pecks the top of her head as I drape my blanket over Lily’s lap and turn down the volume on the television. Our little one is tired. Any minute now, she’ll be out for the count, and Sunshine will do what he always does on nights like this—carry her upstairs to her brother’s old bedroom and meet me in our bedroom once he’s done. It’s a ritual. Entirely predictable, but one of my favorite things when he's here.
Dealing with Dark today was taxing, as it oftentimes is. The stubborn man wouldn’t leave, even after we devised a plan to handle Todd. Not even after he watched me text said man for a lunch date tomorrow. Or after Lily showed up to hang out. He lingered until dinnertime. Once the pizza was delivered from a local shop with the best chicken bacon ranch pie in the entire state, Dark set off to do whatever Dark does. I’m hoping that entails talking to his longtime girlfriend and either working their shit out or breaking things off. I’m secretly hoping for the latter. I wasn’t lying when I said Abby deserves better. Sure, we’ve never hit it off. I was the wife. She’s always kept me at arm’s length, which is fine. I try not to take it too personally. But that doesn’t change the fact that I want her to be happy. She deserves better.
Once he left, old routines fell into place as they always do when Sunshine’s here. We watched movies with Lily. Goofed around. Drank tea. It’s as if nothing’s changed when almost everything has.
“I’m gonna take her to bed in a few,” he whispers over Lily’s head, trying not to disturb her.
“Don’t want to sleep.” Lily yawns. Her eyelids flutter open for half a beat before they slam shut again. The poor girl hasn’t spent much time with Pops in months and is determined to make the most of it. But I know he’s kept in touch. She told me as much.
We both grin at her adorableness as Sunshine reaches out and pushes the back of two of his fingers across the side of my neck. I shiver despite not wanting to.
“We’ve got a lot to talk about, Sweets,” he explains, keeping his voice low.
“We do,” I agree.
We sit in silence, passing stolen glances at each other until we’re convinced Lily is out for the count. When Sunshine scoops our little turd into his arms and carries her up the stairs like she’s a princess, I collect our empty cups and the popcorn bowl and carry them into the kitchen. The popcorn kernels are dumped in the receptacle as the cups are rinsed and set on the top rack of the dishwasher to run later .
Chewing the inside of my cheek, I wipe down the counters and wait for him to return. A nervous ball of twine tumbles uncomfortably in my gut, scratching away at the delicate bits, making my nerves ratchet up more and more as the seconds pass. Before long, the thud of his bare heels descending the stairs sends a tremor of unease through my bones.
We’re going to have this talk.
I don’t know what he’ll say or what I’ll say, but we’re not sweeping this under the rug. I’m equally excited and petrified by this.
Reaching the main floor, Sunshine’s eyes meet mine from across the kitchen island. He nods toward the closed bedroom door, wordlessly asking if I’m ready to do this. The answer is a big, resounding no . I’m not ready.
He must sense my apprehension when he rounds the island, pries the kitchen towel from my fingers, balls it up, and tosses it into the sink. Like he did with Lily, Sunshine swoops me up as if I weigh nothing. My heart leaps into my throat as I hook my arm around his neck, and he damsel-in-distress carries me to the bedroom. So he doesn’t have to put me down, I turn the knob and push the door wide enough for us to fit. It clacks against the wall but not hard enough to leave a dent.
We don’t speak as he sets me on the edge of the bed and, just like last night, proceeds to remove my clothes. He doesn’t ask. He simply does. Over my head, he pulls my shirt, and with it goes my necklace. Knowing crystals matter to me, he lays my jewelry on my nightstand. My nipples tighten in the cold, but I don’t try to cover up. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.
Despite my trembling fingers, the jiggle of my leg, or the ball of nerves going wild in my belly, I let Sunshine take charge, and as always, he doesn’t disappoint.
Next, my back meets the bed, and down roll my leggings and panties at once until my pussy is right there, bare, open, and ready for him to see. He balls up my bottoms and chucks them onto the floor with a huff as if they offended him. With my ankles on his shoulders, he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip and stares—right there, at my core, where he entered this morning.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he whispers, shaking his head in awe.
My cheeks go up in flames.
Turning my head to the side, I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to look at him looking at me that way—with such reverence.
“Sweets.” Featherlight touches trace up my calves to my thighs until he’s there, sweeping through my slit with a single digit.
Goosebumps break across every inch of flesh, and I gasp, hands fisting at my sides as the man I’ve known for more than half my life traces around my clit with marksman-like precision.
“Look at me,” Sunshine growls. It’s dark and sensual, eliciting another shiver.
I can’t look at him. If I do, I might ask him to stop, but I don’t want to. I want this. I’ve dreamed of this moment for far too long, wondering what it might look like, how it would happen, how it would feel .
Pinching my clit, he rolls it through his deft fingers, and my back arches off the mattress. I cry out in pleasure.
His low hum of manly satisfaction makes my heart flutter.
There’s a rustling of clothes followed by pants dropping to the floor. Sunshine shuffles and kicks out of them but never stops massaging my clit. It’s slow. A burn. A spark. Absolute perfection.
Setting down one of my legs so it drapes over the side of the bed, I hear Sunshine’s deep breaths as he removes his shirt and tosses it onto the ground with a grunt. Without pause, he presses in until his body covers mine. Chest on chest, heat on heat. His masculine scent fills my head. It centers me. Relaxes me. My legs instinctively wrap around his muscular waist. Reaching beneath me, he cups an ass cheek and lifts us onto the center of the bed, where his cock glides between my aroused folds. His bristly cheek brushes mine until his lips caress the shell of my ear. “I’m sorry I didn’t do it this morning,” he groans before withdrawing just enough to line up and welcome himself home.
It’s tight.
It’s everything.
Clawing at his shoulders, heels digging into his ass, a pleasured cry rips from my throat. “Colton!”
“That’s it, Sweets. Now open your eyes.”
I can’t.
That will make this real.
Too real.
I shake my head.
The man above me, inside me, everywhere, chuckles, sending vibrations through his cock into my center. He brushes his soft lips across mine.
I gasp in surprise.
“Open your eyes.” Drawing his hips back a fraction, Sunshine slams them home, and my eyes pop open in ecstasy. “There you are.” He smiles and brushes his nose against the side of mine before he pulls back to stare deeply into my eyes.
“Hi.” He winks.
“H-hi.”
“Now that I have you here. We need to talk.”
“Now?” I shudder.
“Yeah. Now.”
“But you’re… we’re…” I squeeze my pussy around him, and he grunts in pleasure.
“Yeah. I’m inside you, and it feels fuckin’ amazing.”
“Colton.”
He kisses my top lip. “Will you marry me?”
“What?”
“I didn’t stutter, Sweets. I asked, will you marry me? Will you be my old lady?”
“I… Colton?—”
Sunshine pulls his cock almost all the way out and slams it home again and again, severing my thoughts, lighting me on fire from the inside out. Sweat beads on my brow as my mouth pops open in a broken moan.
“Fuck. That’s it,” he growls.
“Colton,” I croak, digging my nails into the meat of his shoulders.
“I’ve got you. Just let go.”
“I… ”
“Will you marry me?”
“Don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop,” I beg.
“I won’t. I’ve got you. Just come for me. Come on.”
“Colton. More. I need…”
Unlatching my ankles from around his waist, Sunshine throws both of my legs over his shoulders. Bending me in half, he fucks me senseless. The mattress squeaks as he wrecks me in the best of ways. “Will you marry me, Kali?”
“Oh, fuck… I’m…”
“That’s it, Sweets. Come on my cock, baby. That’s it.”
Head digging into the mattress, chest bowing off the sheets, light bursts behind my eyelids as I submit to the onslaught of pure hedonism and come. Words not my own rip from my throat as my pussy clamps down on his cock. Wave after wave of electricity crashes through every cell in my body. But he doesn’t stop. He fucks me harder. Deeper. Embedding himself not only into my life but my soul, the deepest recesses, he’s there, carving a spot bit by bit, just for him. It’s beautiful. It’s scary. It’s forever.
When I finally open my eyes and gulp for air, he’s there, staring down at me, sweat clinging to his gray temples, his eyes soft around the edges, yet full of passion. His pupils are blown wide. Sunshine’s thick, hairy chest pants for breath, but his dick remains hard inside, pulsing, ready for another round, as my legs quiver with aftershocks.
The most handsome man I’ve ever seen grins in the sexiest way and kisses the inside of my knee before releasing my legs. Like magnets, they return to his waist, wrapping around him like he belongs to them. When Sunshine tips his face down and brushes his lips across mine, I don’t hesitate to welcome him.
My tongue is met with a tentative one. He explores me as I explore him—tasting, testing, getting a feel for each other. I run my fingers down his back, making him shiver. His breath stutters into our kiss, and I smile. I can’t help it. This is… all I could have ever hoped for and then some.
No longer rushed, we revel in every touch, every kiss, as he fucks me ever so slowly. Reaching a hand under my ass, his chest still on mine, he ruins me. Every thrust makes my body quake. Every moan he makes is music to my ears.
For hours we play, we touch, we fuck, until my lips are raw, and my pussy is sated.
Still, we don’t stop.
Riding his still-hard cock, that has yet to come, he cups my breasts and plays with my nipples, pinching and rolling them through his fingers as I fuck him.
“You’re so goddamn gorgeous on top,” he praises.
“Your dick fits just right.”
“I always knew it would.”
Wanting to feel him inside, I trace our connection with my hand, and as I unsheathe his cock, I wrap my fingers around his girth, leaving the tip just inside.
Groaning at the sight, Sunshine dances his fingers down my belly to my clit where it rubs the little nub in small circles. Gasping in pleasure, I squeeze my pussy around his bare cock head.
“Fuck, I’ll never get enough of you. You gonna come for me again, baby? ”
Eyelids hooded, I nod. “Yes. Are you gonna come for me?”
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to come in your sweet little pussy?”
Biting my bottom lip, I nod once. My stomach quivers in anticipation.
“Then sit down on my cock, baby, and I’ll give you my cum.”
Placing a palm on each of Sunshine’s tattooed pecs, I slide down his length until he’s fully seated inside, stretching me to the max.
“That’s it,” he grits, jaw tightening. “Now, hold on.”
Not knowing what to hold on to, I brace my thighs around his as he grips my hips and digs his heels into the mattress, preparing to fuck me from below.
“You ready for this, Sweets?” he checks.
I’m ready for anything.
My cocky chin lift draws a smirk to Sunshine’s lips. “Alright, baby, you asked for it.” He chuckles darkly.
For a brief second, I hesitate, wondering if I made a grave mistake. But before I can muster a second thought, the air is torn from my lungs as he brutally ruins me. In and out, Sunshine slams our bodies together. The cacophony of slapping of skin ricochets off the walls as moans pour like sweet honey from my lips. My legs burn as my body is used like a doll, fucked onto a big cock.
And he takes.
Every moan he steals from my soul feeds him—urging him to wreck me.
I come .
It’s sudden and almost painful as I throw my head back and scream, nails digging into his pecs, sure to leave marks.
But he doesn’t relent.
Not when I can’t think straight. Not when it takes every ounce of me to keep my eyes open. He’s right there, encouraging me to take more, to come more.
I do.
For him.
For us.
I take it all until the world fizzles out, and nirvana coalesces in my cunt.
I don’t know how it happens, but I’m flipped onto my stomach, face pressed into the soft bed, arms flared out at my sides, and Sunshine’s right there, my puppet master pulling the strings.
A hand slaps my ass, and I moan. It’s low and broken, but it’s there as the pain mixed with the heat burns across the flesh of my bottom.
“I’m gonna fuck you all night, baby,” he promises.
And he does.
I’m fucked until I can’t remember my name.
I’m fucked until cum floods my pussy.
And it’s beautiful.
The pleasure.
The euphoria.
When he’s finally done, and I’m wrung dry, sweat clinging to my body, hair a mess, Sunshine props me on my side with a pillow beneath my head and curls up behind me, cum still leaking from my core. A blanket settles across us, and a warm, lingering kiss presses to my shoulder. “Sleep, my sweets. We’ll talk in the morning. I love you.”
And so, I sleep.
And dream of him.
My home.
His Cock.
And what this means.
For the first time in months, I’m genuinely happy.