Chapter 2 #2
Dipping her hands into the back of my shorts, she squeezed my ass cheeks. “Maybe,” she sassed. “What are you going to do about it, Aloiki?” Lu was the only woman in my long history of sexual partners who I was ever at risk of losing control around. I would live inside this woman if I could.
My voice deepened an octave as I answered, “Fuck you until you scream my name and come so hard you do it again tomorrow so I will punish you all over again.” Lu’s breath caught.
Before she could respond, though, I leaned in, hands on the counter on either side of her hips, and ordered her, “Take off that fucking shirt. It’s going in the trash. ”
I could care less that we were in a common kitchen.
Samantha and Caroline would be asleep at this hour, and the others had all seen everything Lu and I had to offer before.
They were used to walking in on Lu and me in intimate situations.
Hell, if we were in the barn, we’d be making money off it.
After my house was destroyed, the barn became our club’s new porn studio.
In deference to the children now in the house, I tried to limit when I fucked Lu outside our bedroom to when I knew they were not around.
Lu crossed her arms around her middle and worked the white shirt over her head.
She was naked underneath. Her breasts hadn’t just grown in size since her pregnancy had started.
Her areolas had too. Something about the baby finding it easier to breastfeed?
I didn’t know how accurate that was, but I certainly was more drawn to them.
I was even looking forward to tasting her breast milk when it finally came in.
I didn’t think I had a lactation fetish, but I certainly was curious. Plus, why the fuck not?
I cupped her breasts, reveling in their new weight, before changing my position to roll her nipples between my callused fingers. “Are you still hungry, baby?”
She nodded, her eyes heavy lidded. “Hungry for you,” she clarified.
The neediness in her voice made me chuckle. Using the end of the spatula, now completely cool, I tipped her chin upward. “Then remove my shorts.”
After another squeeze on my ass, which sent fire straight to my balls, she moved her hands around inside the waistband to stretch them enough that gravity pulled them down my legs. I left them pooled at my ankles.
Once free of its restraint, she grasped my dick, standing at full mast towards my muscular abdomen. Her dark chestnut eyes were lit with mischief as she used her palm to collect the precum off my tip to moisten her hand.
I let her play for a few moments, let her think that her punishment was a simple blowjob.
Picking the spatula back up, I ran it over her chest as she continued to pump my cock in her fist. I caressed the flat bottom between her tits, down and around her baby bump, trailing gooseflesh along her rich bronze skin.
She shivered as I brought the cooking utensil past her hip and over her upper thighs.
Just as I moved my hands under her knees in anticipation of hiking her feet up onto the counter, Lu leaned over and licked what remained from the splatter of oil from my chest. I let her, savoring the feel of her rough tongue, the velvet of her lips, and the scrape of her teeth along my skin.
I could so easily lose myself in this woman.
Some would say that she had too much power over me, that they would never allow a woman to affect them so.
Me? Fuck that. I was not so fucking fragile that my masculinity rose or fell based on what I allowed a woman, my woman, to do to me.
But that didn’t mean I would allow her to distract me from my very naughty plans that I had for her body. I honestly didn’t give a shit that she’d smacked me with hot oil. She’d done worse to me with hot wax. I was not, however, going to let my wahine go hungry at four in the morning.
Lu emitted a startled gasp as I lifted her feet to the edge of the island.
She was normally extremely flexible and well balanced, but now her stomach was larger and her body ached in a variety of places that it hadn’t before.
I was less hasty with my manipulations, and gave her time to adjust as I moved her body where and how I wanted it.
“Hold your ankles,” I ordered her. Her eyes flared with surprise as she removed her hand from my dick, obeying me without question.
Guilt might drive her a little, but it was mostly arousal.
She knew me better than anyone, even Tangaloa.
I didn’t bluff, and I always delivered on my promises, especially when it came to orgasms.
I kept a hand on her lower back, offering her support as she got balanced.
Her body was fucking incredible, and yeah, I definitely had a breeding kink now.
I loved seeing her pregnant, loved seeing the evidence of what I had done to her body.
It made me beyond hot, beyond impatient to do it all over again. My son would not be an only child.
Her ankles were wide on the counter, her long, smooth legs creating an odd-shaped M.
She had to adjust her ass on the marble a couple of times before she felt secure enough in her balance to nod at me.
When her long, midnight hair fell forward in front of her eyes, I brushed it back behind her ears.
She was a fucking sight. Naked, pregnant, and spread wide for me.
I stepped back to the parallel counter to get the full view of her in all her glory.
I may have been too hasty in destroying my phone, because I desperately wanted a picture of her like this.
I’d hang it on the wall of our bedroom next to the sonogram I had printed of my dick inside her cunt.
Her pussy shone with the evidence of her arousal in the overhead light.
The past couple of months, it had become more and more difficult for Lu to shave herself.
I had taken over the task for her, even recording the experience for our subscribers.
There wasn’t an inch on this woman’s body that I hadn’t explored yet.
Blindly reaching behind me, I grabbed the jar of coconut oil she’d left out from her failed attempt to cook the ahi. The tension in the room rose tenfold as I stepped forward with the jar in one hand and the spatula in the other.
“Lean back, baby.”
She did, causing her back to arc and her shoulders to hunch as her long arms stretched to their limits. The change of position lifted her ass off the counter enough for me to get a glimpse of that hole, too.
I tapped the end of the spatula against my chin, as if contemplating my next move. Meeting her eyes, I raised an eyebrow. “Ass or pussy?” It would be the only decision I would allow her going forward.
She eyed the spatula. The end wasn’t thick, maybe the width of two of my fingers. Then her eyes dropped to my straining erection. “Ass,” she said, indicating the spatula.
I nodded, stepping between her legs once again. Setting the oil and the cooking utensil on the marble counter beside her, I took her chin in my hand and forced her to hold my gaze. “I love you, Luana.”
I wasn’t a weepy bitch or an overly emotional guy.
Most of the time, I forgot to analyze my emotions and unapologetically just acted on them regardless of what they were.
Lu was different, though. I was pretty sure I experienced the closest thing to heartbreak that I was capable of feeling when I learned that Lu questioned my love for her, and for the simple reason that I hadn’t said it enough.
In the five years that we were first together before she walked out on me, I had said the actual words “I love you” only four times to her.
Four.
That was less than once per year.
I couldn’t believe it. Of course I fucking loved her. How could she doubt that? But unfortunately, actions don’t always speak louder than words. And my lack of vocalization had made her doubt my actions.
I would never allow her to doubt me again. I wasn’t ashamed of my feelings, nor did I have a reason to hide them. If she needed the words, I would give them to her. Often. And they would be just as true if I’d never spoken them at all.
She licked her lips. “I love you too, Aloiki.”
Fuck me. Yeah, I definitely understood why the words mattered.
I reached for the virgin coconut oil. Poor bastard—it was about to have its cherry popped in a big way.
Not caring about the mess I made, I undid the cap and scooped some oil in my hand. It was warm enough in the house that it was quite malleable, and quickly melted at my touch, coating my fingers in clear liquid.
I would never understand the stigma behind anal sex.
Like that hole was somehow naughtier? Didn’t mean I was ever letting anything get near mine, but that had more to do with wanting to give more than I received pleasure.
Lu cleaned herself regularly because she never knew which hole I would take when.
Some men kept their fingernails short but never bothered to file them.
I did both daily so I could use my fingers on Lu and never risk scraping her with a sharp or loose edge.
I rubbed my fingers around the tight pucker.
I didn’t look down, instead wanting to watch the look in her eyes as I inserted a finger.
Like me, Lu liked a bite of pain with her pleasure.
Her hot, rear channel took my finger easily, and I quickly added another, the oil smoothing the way for my entrance.
Lu’s eyes dilated as her mouth parted slightly on a gasp.
I loved seeing her reactions. She was so expressive and open, her eyes my own personal window to her private thoughts and desires.
It made my blood boil for her. My cock strained against the passion running through me.
I grabbed more oil in my other hand and coated my dick.