Chapter 22
Gage
The most incredible woman I’ve ever met shuts our bedroom door behind us, and turns to wrap her arms around my neck. Her eyes are full of heat as she stares into mine. I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
“You’re sure about this?” I ask.
I have to triple check, because this is not some meaningless night in bed, and we both know it. It’s a huge step.
“Completely and utterly sure,” she says, tightening her arms around me to bring me closer. Then a hint of doubt clouds her features before she asks, “Are you sure?”
I can’t stand that doubt in her face, so I’m going to work my ass off to make sure she never questions how I feel again.
“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life,” I promise her, brushing her cheek and running a hand through her hair. She goes up on her toes to whisper in my ear.
“Good. Then get on the bed.”
I shiver in anticipation of how this goddess is going to absolutely ruin me.
“Yes, ma’am,” I say with the biggest smile ever on my face.
I get onto the bed, then turn to her for more instruction.
It needs to be clear that she has full control, I want her to be completely comfortable.
There’s also the fact that I love the way she takes charge.
It’s not a dynamic I’ve ever explored before, but it fucking does it for me.
Or just she does it for me, who’s to say.
“Good boy. Let me see you,” she murmurs, those grey eyes so bright they almost glow with heat. Her soft command has my cock twitching right back to life after she sucked my very soul out of me. I’ll be her good boy all she wants.
Tossing my grey t-shirt aside, then removing my shorts and boxer briefs, I let her look her fill. Maybe I even flex for her a little, who can say.
“This is going to make you so smug, but you really are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen,” she confesses, sauntering toward me and lifting the delicate silver chain around my neck to play with it.
“Oh, just you wait, that’s going to make me insufferable,” I tease.
Amusement flashes across her face before she puts on a stern expression.
“Maybe I should ride your face to keep you quiet,” she muses, tapping her lips as if in deep thought.
Everything in me clenches, the bolt of lust at the mental image of her sitting on my face nearly knocking me over.
“Yep, yep, that will definitely work to shut me up,” I agree in a rush.
“Lie back,” she commands, and I immediately obey.
My breath catches as she peels off her shirt, and shimmies out of her shorts and panties.
All that’s left is her lavender lace bra that barely conceals anything.
In the blink of an eye, she’s on the bed and prowling over my body, leaving a trail of kisses and nips in her wake.
When she comes face to face with me, she kisses me deeply, both of us groaning as our tongues tangle.
Then she moves up a little further, and I take one of her peaked nipples in my mouth through the lace, making her arch.
The other gets the same treatment, of course.
“Feels so good already,” she mutters.
“Go on, mi vida. Make a mess of me. Grab the headboard and ride my face,” I encourage.
She inches up more until she’s straddling my face, grasps the headboard, and finally lowers that sweet pussy to my mouth.
My tongue works her clit before spearing right into her, making her cry out.
I lick and suck until she’s trembling above me.
When I fully suck her clit into my mouth, she goes completely still and screams my name. It’s the best thing I’ve ever heard.
She comes down from the high, and flops almost bonelessly on top of me like a blanket, taking my mouth in a searing kiss.
“I don’t know if that worked in keeping me quiet.
Now I’m all smug about making you scream like that.
We might have to try it again soon to be sure,” I stage whisper in her ear.
Her smile blooms on my neck as I feel her whole body shake with silent laughter.
Seeing her this relaxed and sated is humbling.
I kiss her hair, my hand stroking her back to soothe her.
“Ok, you get to be a little insufferable after that,” she concedes, still smiling against my neck.
A laugh pops out of me, and I hold her tighter. We just breathe together for a few minutes, soaking in the moment. Then she shifts to sit up straddling me, her hands braced on my chest as she looks down at me with pure lust.
“Do you have condoms?” she asks.
I nod, twisting to fumble in my nightstand drawer for one. When I hold it up victoriously, she smiles, plucks it from my hand, and tears open the wrapper, rolling it down my length.
“Yes?” she asks.
I’m hard as a rock again, and so ready it’s ridiculous.
“Ride me, wife. Use me. Take what you need,” I rasp.
She lines herself up and slowly lowers herself, allowing her body to adjust until she’s fully seated.
We’re both breathing so erratically, the euphoric sensation of us being joined in the most intimate way possible almost too much to handle.
I’m complete putty in her hands, because there is no denying that this miraculous, glorious woman owns me.
Holding my gaze, she reaches behind her to unhook and remove her bra. My mouth waters at the sight of her pert breasts with rosy tips that are just begging for me to get my mouth on them. She palms them and plucks her nipples, giving me the best show ever.
Then she raises herself up, comes back down in a tortuously slow drag, and I can’t help the shout of her name that comes out of my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans as she does it again.
“You’re perfect, Celeste. So insanely perfect and stunning that I can’t believe you’re real,” I breathe.
The frantic lust in her face softens at that.
Affection, happiness, surprise, all flash through those expressive eyes before they land on peaceful.
She leans down to kiss me so sweetly in response, her hips beginning to move in a more languid roll.
Both of us gasp at the new angle and pace.
It’s vulnerable, raw, and unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.
Heat builds slowly and steadily as she rides me, like a single flame starting to expand into a small blaze.
Every nerve ending feels like an exposed live wire, making me experience each sensation so acutely.
Her skin is ridiculously soft as I caress her back and knead her ass.
The muscles of her thighs ripple against my sides as she works my cock over and over again.
The sounds coming from her crescendo, and her pussy starts to clamp down on me like a vice.
“I’m so close. I want you to come with me,” she whimpers.
That’s all it takes.
I’m a ship lost at sea, getting battered by the devastatingly beautiful storm of pleasure Celeste wrings out of me.
Then I feel her convulse around me, her screams mingling with my throttled moans as we come together.
She keeps going, drawing out the ecstasy of our orgasms until we’re both completely spent.
Our movements stutter and slow down before she collapses on me.
I roll us so that we’re on our sides facing each other, unwilling to pull out of her snug heat just yet.
We simply stare at each other in a daze, unable to say a word.
There’s no need to speak when we can both feel all of the emotions we’re experiencing in the way we’re holding each other, breathing, looking into each other’s eyes.
A blanket of contentment surrounds us at the realization that we’ve taken a massive leap, and come out the other side.
After a couple of minutes, I finally find my voice.
“That was life altering,” I murmur into her hair.
“Yes, yes it was,” she agrees, burrowing deeper into my chest.
Reluctantly, I have to finally move to take care of the condom. We shower together, and flop back into bed in a naked tangle of limbs before I completely pass out in pure bliss.
In the morning we have a quick breakfast and coffee together before she has to get to the diner, and I go to my dad’s to talk more about his retirement.
We have a lot to work out about how the transition will go, legally getting the deed signed over to me, and so many other logistics.
I’m still trying to process that it’s happening, and have so freaking many conflicting emotions about it.
When I let myself into his house, I hear the TV on in the living room.
He’s sitting on the couch with his coffee and a piece of buttered toast, watching a cooking show.
Wayne is here too, sipping on water to the left of him, and watching the fresh pasta making happening on screen with rapt attention. I guess it’s a family meeting, then.
“Hey, son,” he says when he looks over his shoulder at my approach.
“How are you feeling today, pops?”
“The PT exercises have helped, I’m fine,” he assures me. “We have a lot to go over,” he adds, neatly diverting the discussion from his health.
“That we do,” I agree with a sigh, sitting to his right on the couch so that he’s surrounded by his two sons. Wayne gives me a nod and high five behind our dad’s back.
“Dad, I still think it’s too soon for you to retire. You had one fall, and I know it must have scared you. It sure scared me. That doesn’t mean you’re incapable of still running things,” I tell him.
He shakes his head.
“I want to step aside while I’m still relatively high functioning, and finish my ownership of the bar with my head held high. We talked about this months ago now, when I told you that you had to get married in order to get El Abrevadero. It’s just happening a little sooner than I thought.”
“You’re going to miss it too much,” I argue.
“I’ll still be visiting. The physical therapist had me fitted for a cane to make sure I don’t lose my balance like that again,” he says, indicating where it lays propped up on the coffee table in front of him.
“You said you’re getting two more weeks of at home physical therapy, right?” I ask.