34. Chapter 34
Talmage
G raduation day doesn’t feel as monumental as I thought it would. Maybe leaving for Canada on my mission will feel more significant.
I can’t stop my eyes from veering to Mack as we sit in the choir seats. She looks beautiful, and for once, her smile looks like it reaches her eyes, even if there’s a lingering sadness in them.
I still don’t know what happened to her earlier this year, but when she came back to school, she seemed…
despondent. Instead of laughing and smiling with her friends like usual, she just nodded along, offering smiles every so often.
It was like her body was there, going through the motions, but her mind was somewhere else.
I never did end up asking her if she was okay. I didn’t feel like it was my place, especially since she flinched whenever I touched her for our number in the musical. I thought I’d hurt her at first, but she assured me she was fine.
So it must have just been me. I made her flinch .
It’s been almost three years since we broke up, and I thought maybe she had gotten over it, but I guess not. She still hates me.
It’s okay. Now that we don’t have to see each other every day for hours on end, we can both move on and be happy.
The sentiment still stings but not as much as before. I know what I need to do, and I’m excited to get out there, serve people, and bring them to the church. When I get home, I can think about dating again.
She loves me.
Maybe she never stopped, just like I never stopped loving her.
Her hands wrap around my neck as she brings my mouth back to hers, and I grin as our lips mold together. I can’t help it, I feel more… alive than I have in years.
The kiss turns heated as my hands grip her hips, and she pulls me closer. Our tongues caress and tangle, a little messy, but so perfect. My heart pounds against my ribcage, and a sense of peace washes over me.
I’m finally where I’m supposed to be, with the person I was always meant to be with.
Mackenzie Thorpe—Monson, if she wants to change her name—is it for me. This is forever. She is my forever.
My contentment intertwines with lust as she rolls her hips, giving friction to my erection, and I groan against her mouth .
“I want you, Tal,” she whispers.
“I didn’t do all this to get in your pants, Mack.”
“I know, and it makes me want you even more.”
“Go change into something more comfortable. Let’s watch the movie and snuggle. See where the night leads us.” I give her one final peck, then use all of my willpower to step away.
She pouts but nods her head and takes her shopping bag to our room.
I let out a long breath and reposition my dick so it’s not tenting my sweatpants. As much as I want Mack, I want to take it slow with her. I’ve waited this long to have sex, I can wait a little bit longer.
Mack comes back out in an outfit I’ve never seen before. Lace barely covers her breasts, and the skirt hem reaches mid-thigh. The black material looks enticingly soft, and I want to rub my hands up her sides and test the texture.
Maybe I can’t wait.
I shake my head to hopefully free it of the lustful thoughts of my wife— my wife —and settle on the mattress, propped up against some pillows. I open my arms for her, and she nestles into my side as I press play on the movie.
Her body is soft and pliant against mine as she rests her hand on my abs and her head on my shoulder.
I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her in as close as I can.
Now that I know she feels the same way, all bets are off.
I’m not keeping my hands to myself anymore.
I’m going to be touching her all the time. I have over a decade to make up for .
As we watch Mandy Moore and Shane West’s journey of falling in love, I can’t focus. My attention is solely focused on the heat of Mack’s body pressed against my own. The way her curves mold to me, the way her breasts rise and fall with every breath in that freaking outfit.
I try not to look, but each time I glance at her face, I get a clear view down her top, and my dick hardens further.
Her hand trails dangerously close to the waistband of my pants. When I look over at her, her gaze is firmly on the screen, but there’s a flush to her cheeks.
“Mack,” I whisper. “What are you doing?”
“Hm?”
“Your hand.” I swallow. “It’s close to… you know.”
“It can’t be comfortable to be this hard for so long, Bear. Can I please take care of you? Let me return the favor from the other night.”
I’m shaking my head before she even finishes her sentence. “It wasn’t a favor. If anything, you letting me taste you was the favor. It was a dream come true, Firefly. I don’t need anything from you.”
“What if I’ve dreamed of tasting you? What if I’m dying to know what you taste like?”
I feel myself leaking at the thought of having her mouth anywhere near me. My voice is strained when I reply, “Are you? Dying to know what I taste like, I mean.”
“Yes.” She doesn’t even hesitate.
“Mack, if you put that gorgeous mouth anywhere near me, I’m going to come in five seconds and embarrass myself again.”
“The only way to boost your stamina is to practice.” Her hand trails down and brushes over my erection, and I let out a pathetic whimper. “I won’t push you, Tal, but I want to do this. I want you. I’ll go at whatever speed you need. Please don’t worry about being embarrassed. I just want you.”
Turning my face to look in her emerald eyes, I see the desire and truth in them. I see how serious she is, and I’m helpless to deny my wife anything. I can’t exactly complain about her wanting me.
I cup her face and take her mouth in a needy kiss, pouring all of my eagerness into it. Her tongue parts my lips, and the wet patch in my underwear grows at the taste of her.
“I’m nervous. You’re clearly experienced, and I’m—”
She cuts me off with a kiss. “I may have more experience, but I can guarantee you whatever we do will be the best thing I’ve ever done.”
“You’re sure you want to do this?”
She nods enthusiastically. “Lean back, Bear. Let me take care of you.”
I lie back on the pillows as the movie plays in the background, all but forgotten. She helps me take off my shirt before kissing me once, then trailing her soft lips down my chest and my stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake.
When she reaches my waistband, I lift my hips as she slides off my shorts, leaving my underwear on.
She licks her lips when she sees the wet patch on them, then her eyes snag on the swirl of ink on my right thigh. Her eyes dart up to mine, curious and full of questions .
“Tal… is that—”
“Yeah.”
“When did you get it?” Her fingers trace around the ink of her name and the delicate image of a firefly. The ink is still slightly raised, but it’s healing well.
“Almost two weeks ago.”
Her eyes widen. “Before you…” her cheeks flush, and so do mine when I think about the night I tasted her.
I swallow, wanting to tell her the truth. “Yes. I wanted to get ‘mine’ in your handwriting, but I didn’t know how to ask you, so I asked Lizzie to come up with a design.”
“Like the Taylor Swift song?”
“Exactly like that. That song resonated with me, and I wanted to show you how serious I am about you.”
“It’s bad luck to get the name of your partner tattooed on you. What if we break up?” she whispers, still staring at the ink.
I lean forward and cup her face. I want her eyes on mine when I say what I’m about to say.
“I’m not going anywhere, Mackenzie. I’m in this, till death do us part or whatever the afterlife holds. I’ve wanted you for over a decade. Nothing in this world could possibly tear me away from you. I love you, Firefly.”
“I love you, too, Talmage. So much.” She clears her throat as her voice wobbles. After a deep breath, she gives me a sultry look, glancing up at me through her lashes. “Where were we?” she asks before leaning down and running her tongue along my dick through the material.
Oh shit.
A sound I’ve never made before rips itself from my throat as she peppers kisses along my covered length. A feeling I’ve never felt sizzles through my body, potent and heady. My legs stiffen to try and keep myself from coming immediately.
Is this what pleasure is supposed to feel like? Why would anyone think this is wrong?
How does this feel so good already? I’m not going to last long enough to feel her mouth on me at this rate.
As Mack hooks her thumbs into the elastic band of my boxers and pulls them down, her eyes never leave mine.
When my dick springs free, her mouth parts in awe. The head is an angry shade of red, and the tip glistens with my arousal. More precum leaks as her eyes take me in.
“Oh, Tal,” she sighs. “Your cock is so pretty. The perfect size. It’s going to feel so good inside me… Does it hurt being this hard?” She wraps her hand around me and swipes her thumb across the tip, smearing my precum.
A garbled moan comes out of me as I nod, unable to say anything through the sheer pleasure shooting up my spine just from having her hand on me. It’s overwhelming in the best way.
“I’ll take care of you. You just relax and enjoy,” she murmurs, leaning down and kissing my tip.
“Oh fuck,” I whimper then cover my mouth with my hand as embarrassment stains my cheeks.
“I want to hear you enjoying it, Bear. Don’t be embarrassed.”
I don’t get to reply because her mouth envelopes me, all warm and wet and gentle, and I just about lose it.
Pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt before sizzles down my spine and spreads through my veins as she takes me deeper into her mouth, and I can feel it. My orgasm is fast approaching.
“Mack,” I try to warn her, but it comes out as a greedy moan instead. I squeeze my eyes shut because watching her mouth wrap around me is too much.
She bobs her head and brings her hands up to lightly cup my balls, and that’s it. That’s all it takes. I don’t get to warn her to pull off because my cum shoots into her mouth as I sob her name like a prayer, thanking her repeatedly for giving me this pleasure.
I expect her to be grossed out and pull away when the first rope hits her tongue, but she doesn't. She drinks it down like it’s the only thing that will quench her thirst, and it only prolongs my orgasm.
I shudder when I’m finished, and she pulls off of me with a wet slurp. My eyes are still closed as I catch my breath, and when I finally regain the strength to open them, I watch Mack’s tongue trace her lips, then she dabs the corners of her mouth and sucks off the remnants of my arousal.
She gives me a proud, satisfied smile as I sit up, my head dizzy with lust. Gratitude. Need.
“You okay there, champ?” she teases, then does a double take when she sees I’m still hard. “How…”
I can’t help it, I tackle her, pushing her body back and hovering over her while I take her mouth in a frenzied and demanding kiss. I taste myself as I stroke my tongue against hers, and the want to know what we’d taste like mixed together becomes an overwhelming need.
“When it comes to you, wife, I fear I’ll always be hard. ”
Mack’s heavenly thighs come to bracket my hips, her nightdress rucking up around her hips. On instinct, I thrust myself forward and am met with—
“Mack, are you not wearing underwear?”
She bites her lip and shakes her head.
I groan and thrust forward again, feeling the heat radiating from her pussy as the head of my cock hits her entrance.
“Are you going to fuck me, Tal? Finally consummate our marriage?”
I shake my head. “No, Mack. I’m not going to fuck you.”
Disappointment flashes across her face, but she nods. “I understand, I—”
I shake my head again. “No, you don’t. I’m not going to fuck you, but I am going to make love to you.” I cup her face. “I’ve waited too long for you. I’m going to cherish you— worship you—the way you deserve.”
Mack’s face softens. “I’d love that even more.”
“Can I take this off of you? Please?” I tease the hem while I wait for her answer.
When she nods her consent, I don’t waste any time pulling it over her head, relishing every creamy expanse of skin revealed to me.
When her breasts are exposed, my eyes home in on the silver bars pierced through her peaked nipples.
“When you said your conch was your second most painful piercing…”
“I was talking about these, yes.” She brings her hands up and pinches them, moaning at the contact.
“Why do it if it’s painful?” I can’t stop looking at them. I want to know what they feel like on my tongue .
She shrugs. “It hurt at first, but now it just amplifies pleasure. Are you going to use them to make me feel good, Talmage?”
I nod, leaning down and giving each jeweled nipple a quick kiss before swirling my tongue around them. The sensation of the piercings on my tongue is strange at first, but I get used to it pretty quickly, and I refuse to stop when Mack’s moaning because of something I’m doing.
One of Mack’s hands threads through the hair on top of my head while the other cradles the back, and she arches into my mouth as I alternate.
Who knew nipples would be so fun to play with?
I cup her heavy breasts in my hands, flicking the jewelry and causing her to whimper.
“I love the way your tongue feels, Tal. So good. Don’t stop.”
I pull back and give her what’s probably the most love drunk grin. “I’ll do this any time you ask, Firefly. My mouth is yours to use as you please.”