Chapter 9 #3
Frustrated and dreading the night to come, I head up to the bedroom to take a shower like Duck suggested.
Maybe it won’t be so bad. I try to convince myself that could be true, but every time we go to her parents house it’s terrible.
I can’t even amuse myself with Lily because her mother holds on to her like a starving man clutches a bag of potatoes.
By the time I get out of the shower, I’m pretty much miserable.
I’ve talked about this wedding as much as I ever want to, and I swear if Duck’s mother says anything about adding more people to the guest list, I’m going to lose it.
All I want to do is give the woman I love the wedding she’s always dreamed of.
Too bad that involves every ridiculous demand of her parents.
As I dry off, she walks into the bedroom alone without the baby. I immediately ask, “Where’s Lily?”
Duck smiles in that flirty way I don’t get to see enough of anymore. “She’s in her crib. She’ll be up a little later than usual tonight, so I put her down for a little nap.”
“Oh. Okay.”
My wife walks up behind me and runs her fingernails down my back. “So, feeling better? I know what might make you feel really good.”
It’s a sign of how disgusted I am with her parents that all that runs through my head is not having to listen to them and their idiotic ideas for our wedding would make me feel incredible. That’s not what Duck means, though. Even in the depths of my misery, I know that.
Turning around, I see her eyes travel down my body to where the towel hangs low on my hips. “Really good? I could definitely go for that right now.”
She palms my already hard cock through the towel and licks her lips. “Me too.”
I watch her slowly lower to her knees and feel my cock get even stiffer. I’d rather please her too, but if this is how she wants this to go, I’m game.
Her green eyes focus on my face as she wraps her hand around me and begins to stroke from root to tip. All the frustrations of the day and even the ones I’ve preemptively taken on knowing we have to go to her parents’ house tonight drift away with every inch of me she caresses.
“Hang on, baby. I’m looking to make this the highlight of your day.”
After spending all day getting puked on and screamed at from the world’s most adorable yet unhappy baby, there’s no way this couldn’t be the best part of the past twelve hours.
I don’t say that, though, because I don’t want to ruin the mood we’ve got going.
Far too often lately, both Duck and I have been too exhausted to do much of anything sexy together, so whenever we’re both ready and in the mood, I make sure to do nothing to make things go sideways.
All of this runs through my head just before she slips the head of my cock into her mouth and my brain instantly shuts off to anything that isn’t pure sensuality. Fuck, she looks sexy swallowing me. Duck has always loved to go down on me, but tonight it’s practically driving me out of my mind.
I stuff my hand into her black hair and make a fist. She loves having her hair pulled, so I know she’s as into this as I am when she lets me pop out from in between her lips and grins up at me.
“Happy yet?” she asks in a low voice that hits me in my belly.
“Absolutely.”
She runs her tongue seductively across her lips and winks. “Just wait. I meant what I said. Hang on, Marius.”
I look over at the chest of drawers nearby and note that if I need to, I can grab a hold of the corner of that piece of furniture, if need be. I’ve never lost the ability to stand on my feet from a blowjob, but Duck never fails to surprise me, so it’s good to have a plan in place.
In a flash, she’s bobbing her head up and down on my cock in tandem with jerking me off at the base, and I swear I start to have a hard time forming full, coherent thoughts. I close my eyes and let myself revel in the feelings she’s giving me.
Jesus, she knows how to wreck me.
Just as I’m sure I can’t take any more, she changes things up and starts flicking her tongue along the length of me. By the time she gets to my balls, I have to reach out for that damn chest next to me.
“Duck, you’re killing me,” I moan.
I open my eyes for merely a second to see her wickedly smiling. I do love a woman who knows the power she possesses.
My eyelids flutter shut just as her fingernails gently scrape against the base of my cock, and that’s all it takes.
I come hard in her mouth, my hand practically yanking the hair out of the top of her head in my excitement.
She hums against my skin, taking all I give her, and then leans back, letting me fall out of her mouth.
When I look down at her again, she’s licking her lips. “Did that take the edge off enough for you to handle my parents?”
I gently lift her up from the floor and kiss her full on the mouth. “That and more. I swear to God you’re going to kill me someday with that.”
Duck throws her head back and laughs. “Death by blowjob. That would be an interesting note on an autopsy. ‘She killed him by sucking his cock.’ I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that happening to a healthy man.”
“Then I’ll be the first. Maybe next time, we can both enjoy ourselves,” I say as she kisses me on the cheek before walking toward her closet.
“Sounds good!” she says with a big smile. “Count me in.”