Skye #2
“Behave.” I uncapped my Naked Aromas Lemon Juniper body oil and poured a little into my palm. The scent bloomed through the room. I felt the lingering pieces of my day melt off me as I worked it into my arms, my shoulders, and my chest.
I was so focused on my after-shower routine, I didn’t hear him get up.
His hands found me from behind, settling at my waist for a second before they tightened, pulling me back until my spine rested against his chest.
I paused to give him some attention or just bask in his attention on me.
“Nah.” His voice settled against the back of my neck. “Don’t stop.”
His nose skimmed the side of my neck before he pressed a kiss there.
“Keep going.”
I smiled to myself and bent forward again, working the oil into my legs. His hands never left my body as he massaged and kneaded the oil that was already on my skin. I fought the urge to moan, but it slipped out anyway.
Our eyes locked in the mirror.
“I missed seeing ordinary shit like this,” he murmured, his chin settling against my shoulder.
“Well...look who showed back up.” I winked at him through the mirror.
“Did I not show you and her enough attention on the island? Still greedy.”
He shook his head. His hands drifted along my thighs before settling over the stretch marks across my stomach. His jaw loosened, and his mouth curved into a grin.
“These are beautiful.”
I covered my stomach with my hand.
“Don’t start.” He gently moved my hand away. “Why you hiding?”
“Cadence called me a zebra once, and I haven’t liked them since,” I laughed.
“Well, I do.”
I caught his eyes in the mirror. Heat crept up my neck, and I looked away first.
“Thank you, Sugar Cane.”
He answered with another kiss on my shoulder.
“But back to you being greedy.” Two fingers slid inside me without warning, his thumb finding my clit right after, and whatever was left of my focus was gone.
He lowered his body under me and grabbed me by the ass cheeks with a squeeze.
The first swipe of his tongue came, slow and flat, and my legs nearly gave out.
He caught me before I dropped, both hands full of my ass, holding me right where he wanted me.
“I said keep going.” He slapped my ass and went back to work.
“Ducane.” I could barely get his name out. My hands kept moving, even though I’d forgotten what part of my leg I was rubbing. “How am I supposed to focus with you doing that?”
The slurping was driving my knees to buckle. He took my whole weight, lifted me clean off the floor until my legs were over his shoulders. There was nothing holding me up but him. That turned me on even more.
His tongue didn’t let up. Not once. I felt my climax building too fast, too big, and the size of it made me nervous.
“Don’t.” My voice shook. “Don’t stop.”
That wasn’t what I was trying to say.
“Don’t drop me, Ducane.”
“I’m not gonna drop you, baby. I got you. I always got you. Now give it to me.”
Ducane tongue-fucked me until my orgasm tore through me hard enough to white out the room. My thighs clamped around his head. I had to bite down on my own hand to keep from screaming the house down. I rode it all the way out, shaking, his name spilling out of me in pieces.
He lowered me down gently and crawled up my body, dragging his mouth up my stomach, my chest, my throat, until he reached my lips.
“You smell so fucking good.” He kissed me slowly, letting me taste myself on him. I moaned into his mouth, and he caught it, swallowed it. “Mhmm. I was hoping you’d do that for me.”
He reached back for the body oil, warmed some between his hands, and massaged my feet.
His thumb pressed into my arches, just like in the car, I moaned.
He brought my foot up and ran his tongue along it before sucking on my toes.
I was a sucker for that shit, and he knew that.
The enjoyment of watching me squirm and twist on the sheets was all over his face.
“Quiet, Skye.” The corner of his mouth tipped up. “You wake my daughter, I’mma be real upset I had to stop.”
I bit my lip as he settled between my thighs. I felt the thick head of his dick teasing my entrance until I was dizzy and wetter than I remembered being able to get. He kissed up the inside of my leg until he was leaning over me, caging me in, his forehead dropping to mine.
“This was a long month, my love.” He pushed slowly, inch by inch, entering my walls, watching my face the whole way. “I missed this. I missed you.”
“Oh, baby.” It came out on a broken breath, barely a sound. “I missed you, too.”
“Shh.” He folded me up, knees to my chest, and went deeper, his mouth right at my ear. “I know. I know. Fuck, you feel so good.”
Our lips met as our bodies found their rhythm, slow and deep. He pulled almost all the way out and pushed back, one hand sliding up to grip the headboard so he could go deeper without taking us both through the wall.
I clung to his back, my nails finding skin. Every drag of him hit the ache that had been sitting in me since the last time he touched me. I had to turn my face into his shoulder to keep from waking Cadence.
“Look at me.” He caught my chin, brought my eyes back to him, his hips never breaking pace. “I said be quiet, not to hide. I want all of it. Every sound you’re trying not to make, just be a good girl and do it quietly for me.”
“Ducane, baby.”
“I’m right here.” He kissed me through it, swallowing the moan I couldn’t hold back. His pace stayed steady, devastating, that good, deep stroke unraveling me one slow thrust at a time. “I’m not going anywhere ever again.”
He dropped his forehead back to mine, breathing ragged, and his hips found a different rhythm, one with an ask buried in it. I felt myself clench around him, chasing whatever he was building toward before he even said a word.
“I need another baby, Skye.” He said it against my mouth, dead serious, hips still working. “Give me one I get to be here for. Start to finish.”
I would have agreed to anything at that moment, signed it in blood, as long as that backstroke didn’t stop.
“Yes,” I breathed as he coaxed another orgasm out of me. “Okay. Yes.”
He took his time reminding me why he was the best and the only one ever to do it. I was left shaking and biting his shoulder to keep from crying out. When he finally let go, he buried his own moans and declarations in my neck, holding me so tight I thought we’d merge into one.
“I love you, Ducane.”
“I love you too, Skye.”
He gathered me into his chest, my back to his front, his arm heavy across my waist, his nose in my hair.
I was halfway to sleep when he spoke again, low, careful.
“There’s a gala in Upland in a few weeks.” He felt me go still and tightened his arm.
“Okay.” I kept my voice even. “So you’ll go, and we’ll be here when you get back.”
“No, I want us to go.” His mouth pressed to the back of my head. “You, me, and Cadence. Together.”
I turned in his arms to face him, searching his eyes in the dark.
“You think I can’t protect y’all?”
“Ducane, no, I never said that. We aren’t afraid of Ruben, I know that.
I took how he felt about me on the chin because I was grown.
Cadence is an innocent child, our innocent child.
I’m not about to stand there and watch him look at my baby like she’s a problem.
She doesn’t need a grandfather who has to be talked into loving her.
Can you promise I won’t have to knock him out? ”
“I can’t promise that, baby. But I can promise to walk in there with my wife on my arm and my daughter’s hand in mine and make every single one of them choke on that shit.
” His voice came out hard, certain. “But most importantly, you and Cadence are my whole life, and if a muthafucka can’t respect that, I’m laying him out. It’s long overdue.”
I felt that all the way down to my toes.
“He won’t get near her. Or you without going through me.” He cupped the side of my face, his thumb moving against my cheek. “Skye, I’m not the man he shipped off. I see him clearly now. And I’m sorry it took me so long.”
“The minute I feel like she’s uncomfortable, I’m taking her home.”
“We’re taking her home,” he corrected. “Together.”
I closed my eyes, thinking about the most perfect little girl asleep down the hall, praying I wouldn’t regret this.
“Okay,” I whispered. “We’ll come.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I tucked myself back into his chest, right where I fit.
“I’m not gonna let you down, Skye. Not you, not her. I spent six years protecting my pride instead of my family. I’m not missing anything else. You walk in on my arm, you walk out on my arm. I swear it.”
I searched his face for the catch, the angle, the lie I’d trained myself to expect. It wasn’t there. And I let myself believe him.
“I trust you. And I’m wearing something expensive, on your dime. And if Bianca’s there, she’d better keep her distance. The headlock comes standard now.”
His laugh rumbled through me.
“Wear whatever you want. Spend whatever you want. You’re walking in there as a Simmons.” He kissed the top of my head. “Go to sleep. We’ll talk more about it in the morning.”
The house was dead quiet. My husband wrapped around me, our daughter asleep down the hall. Home finally looked the way I’d always imagined it.