Chapter 26 #2
He intertwines his fingers with mine. “I don’t have a ton of memories of my mother.
You know I was so young when she passed, but I do vividly remember the small second-floor balcony at our old house.
I wasn’t allowed out there. My parents called it their adult space, but I used to spy on them late at night when they would spend time out there.
They would sit for hours and talk, laugh, dance, kiss, and I’m sure they did other things too, though fortunately I never saw that.
It was their special space. No television, no phones, no crazy son, and no other responsibilities except spending quality time together.
For some reason, it always stuck with me.
I didn’t build this house, but I did build this balcony in hopes of one day having someone special to share it with. ”
I absorb his words and how much this space must mean to him. “Why did you bring me out here?” I ask with genuine curiosity.
He tilts his head to the side and looks at me as if the answer is the most obvious thing in the world. “Because you matter to me. Because you’re my wife. Because you’re the person I want to share this space with.”
This man is really getting to me emotionally tonight. I’m not sure I can handle it.
His thumb runs across my cheek, wiping away a tear I didn’t realize had escaped. He brings that thumb to his mouth and tastes it.
I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. Even though I’m in my black bra and thong, and we’re outside, I’ve never felt so much warmth in my life.
He holds out his hand. “Do you want to dance with me?”
Even though there’s no music, I wordlessly nod as I take his hand. He pulls my body to his and wraps his big arms around me, with his comforting hands resting on my back. It’s like a cocoon of safety. Nothing and no one can get to me right now.
I place my hands on the nape of his neck and run my fingers through his hair, which is a little long right now. It’s normally messy, but he styled it nicely tonight. I know he did that for me.
He commands, “Alexa, play wifey.”
I look up at him. “If ‘Waterfalls’ starts playing, I’m leaving.”
I can feel him shaking with laughter. “No, I have something else in mind.”
“You have a playlist named wifey?”
He smiles. “I made it today, hoping we’d spend time up here together. I wanted to, but I wasn’t going to tell you about it unless I was truly feeling it. This space means a lot to me.”
Oh boy, this man might break me.
“Ordinary” by Alex Warren starts playing on the speakers I hadn’t noticed before.
He smiles. “I couldn’t possibly think of a more perfect song for you.”
“Ordinary?” I question with a heavy dose of skepticism.
“Have you ever listened to the lyrics?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“He wrote it for his wife. It’s about finding an extraordinary partner. Listen to it closely one day.”
I sense none of the usual joking in his tone. He means it. I desperately want to read the lyrics as soon as I can.
“I will,” I promise.
We comfortably sway to the sweet song. I try to listen carefully, but I’m too absorbed in all things Daylen. It must be the pregnancy hormones because I’m so overcome with emotion for this man right now. I’ve never felt closer to another person in my whole life.
His hands move all over my body as if he’s memorizing and cherishing every inch.
It’s driving me wild. I can feel his erection growing in his pants just as my own need begins to intensify.
With slightly trembling fingers, I begin unbuttoning his shirt until it’s completely open.
I need his skin on mine with a desperation I don’t recognize.
Running my hands all over his chest and abs, I breathe, “You’re a beautiful man. Your body is incredible. If the football thing doesn’t work out, you could totally be a stripper.”
He chuckles. “I’ll keep that in mind. The same goes for you, except most strippers have fake tits. Yours are real and perfect.”
“You’re obsessed with them.”
“Guilty as charged,” he happily announces as he flicks my nipple. “I can’t wait to taste milk from them.”
I smack his chest. “No way, freak. I’m not breastfeeding you.”
He smiles while wiggling his eyebrows. “We’ll see about that.” He pulls one of my bra cups down, runs his thumb over my nipple, and breathes, “So sexy.” It hardens immediately. “And responsive to my touch.”
He bends and makes an exaggerated show of slurping it into his mouth, causing a burst of liquid desire to shoot directly to my pussy. He continues sucking while circling his tongue over the painfully tightening bud.
He’s now pulled down the other bra cup and is tweaking and rolling that nipple with his other skillful hand.
I can feel the callouses of his thick fingers rubbing against my sensitive flesh.
I’m loving how rough he’s being. His touches aren’t gentle.
They’re exactly what I want and need. It always feels like he reads my body like a book. His favorite book.
My clit is swollen, and it’s pulsing with the need to be touched. I don’t think it will take much to push me over the edge.
My chest is heaving with the cacophony of sensations running through my body right now. I grab onto his hair, encouraging his actions, moaning, “I’m close. Don’t stop.”
He switches his lips to the other nipple, sucking that one into the wet warmth of his mouth and swirling his tongue around and over it with expert precision. He tugs the other nipple so hard that the first tremor of a small orgasm bubbles through the surface.
“Oh god,” I yell. I think I also thrust my hips a bit, searching for relief, but I’m too lost in the pleasure to know exactly what I’m doing. My body is in his hands as I begin to lose control.
He shoves his thick thigh between my legs and pushes hard to my most sensitive region, all while increasing the pressure of his sucking and tugging. It’s my official undoing. I bite my lip hard as my entire body shakes through the unexpected orgasm.
I can’t believe I just came on his leg. I’m still in my thong. He barely touched me. It doesn’t seem to bother him at all, as he doesn’t stop until he’s milked every last drop from me, ensuring that I’m satisfied.
I didn’t do anything, but I’m breathless. He practically has to hold me up, I’m so depleted of energy.
He eventually lifts his head from my chest with a huge grin on his face. “That was hella hot. Let’s give you another orgasm.”
I’m too drained to respond with words, so I nod.
While he unclasps my bra, I regain enough consciousness to do the same to his belt. In mere seconds, we’re both stripped of our clothing, and my energy has returned, eager for more of what this sexy man has to offer.
He lies down on the round lounge sofa and waves me over. “Come sit on my face, but I want your ass north and your pussy south. Watch the stars as I eat your blueberry pie.”
“My ass will be right on your nose. It’s hardly whipped cream.”
He smiles. “It’s whipped cream to me. I need to get that ready too.” He flicks his tongue suggestively. “Get that sweet ass on my face, sea witch.”
My lips curl in amusement. “You’re such a caveman.”
“I am, but I know you dig it.”
Yes, I do. I can’t believe it, but I do.
I climb up and position myself over his face just as he asked. His tongue immediately runs through my back entrance several times without an ounce of trepidation. Is there anything better than an uninhibited man who will go to town on your ass?
In fact, he grabs my hips and pulls my ass even closer, and then shoves his face between my cheeks, leaving no inch untouched. His tongue pushes into my back entrance. I can feel my stomach muscles tighten at the sensation
Grabbing my ass, he removes his tongue and slowly slides his thumb into my puckered hole, while his tongue then moves to my other entrance and plunges inside.
My hips begin rocking of their own volition as he fucks me with that magical tongue and thick, long thumb at the same time.
Before I know it, he adds fingers circling my clit. It’s a trifecta of heavenly sensations, and I’m the lucky one drifting into a sea of pleasure.
It’s a struggle to keep my eyes open, but I look down at his cock. It’s so hard and masculine. It’s twitching with need of its own as precum oozes from the crown. I’m suddenly dying to taste it. To give him some amount of the pleasure he’s giving me.
I bend forward and lick what has already pooled on his stomach before taking him into my mouth and letting the saltiness invade my tongue while inhaling his deeply masculine scent. Now it’s his turn to let out a loud moan along with a few other undecipherable sounds of ecstasy.
Wrapping my hand around his length, I pump him with long, hard, fast strokes. It only serves to spur him on as his thumb and tongue push deeper inside me. His fingers are increasing in speed over my sensitive bundle. It all feels so perfect. I know my body is about to lift into orbit.
I’ve now got two hands and my mouth working him over, twisting those hands with every movement. We’re both making loud noises as we let the pleasure overtake us. The stars may sit light-years above us, but we’re both floating in them right now.
My orgasm is cresting. It’s within reach. I have to lift my head to yell out as the multiple sensations become too much to bear, and I let myself explode all over his face. I open my mouth to scream just as long, salty ropes of his come squirt onto my mouth, chin, and his stomach.
I can’t believe we came at the same time. That’s no small feat in this position. I’m confident it’s never happened to me before. I’m equally confident that no one has ever done to me what he just did to me. There was a lot going on back there.
I can feel him licking through me to clean me, so I do the same for him, licking every ounce of his semen from his stomach until it’s all gone.
He easily manipulates my body until I’m lying half on his body and half on the sofa with my head resting comfortably on his chest.