Baby Moon #3
“You’re doing a good job of that!” she cried, eyes closed as his lips wrapped around her bead, starting to suck.
“Ah!” The pressure was fast and intense, and Jesse knew to back off.
He slid his tongue back inside of her, letting her clit rest for a second before attacking again, stroking her pale peach lips apart with his tongue before his fingers slid in to spread her open and his mouth returned to her sensitive nub again.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he grunted. “And so hungry. Suck my fingers, baby. Suck them in deep while I’m sucking you.”
Her walls closed down, hugging and squeezing the fingers pressing inside of her, already aching for his cock.
Thoughts of more serious matters vanished asJesse flicked her clit with his tongue and swirled his fingers inside of her.
The angle was difficult for him to do both at once, and in seconds, Sophie found herself on her back, legs around his face, bottom hanging halfway off the bed.
“I’ve got you. I’ve got all of you, delicious darling,” he murmured into her folds, looking up at her with wet lips and a deviant smirk.
“Want you,” Sophie whispered, reaching down to stroke his hair, to take his hand.
Jesse shook his head and plowed his tongue back into her. “Not until you come.”
She was tempted to tell him to get inside of her, not to waste time.
Is that how you think of time with Jesse? Time with that incredible immortal tongue on your clit, those eyes worshipping you, the girl who felt rejected and bullied almost every day of your life?
Making love with him is never a waste, and babies are bonuses.
“I’m going to slide into you while you’re still on that high, Soph. Get inside when you're still squeezing and so wet for me.”
“Jesse...” All she could do was hold his hair, feel her toes curling into little points, her stomach crumpling as the knot of pressure in her pussy built, and close her eyes. Unashamedly, she bucked her hips into his mouth, loving the ravenous sounds he made, the way he grunted and snarled.
Possessive monster. Gentle monster. My monster.
No wonder he makes such beautiful babies; he makes everything around him feel beautiful, even an ugly duckling like me.
“So fucking gorgeous. Wish you could see how hot and wet you are, Soph. Glimmering. Sloppy wet.” Jesse half stood, leaning over her to kiss her hard, his tongue capturing hers to share her taste as his fingers hammered a sensitive spot inside of her.
He didn’t let up until she gasped around him, her thighs shaking, and her hands slamming down on his shoulders.
“Jesse, fuck, Jesse—”
As if it were a request, not a cry of release, he obeyed, sliding home in her.
It broke the rhythm of her spasming walls, fractured her climax—and extended it. His thrusts picked up the pace, causing one rippling orgasm to blend into the next.
That hadn’t happened before. Not quite like this. Sophie felt like she was riding waves of climaxes that ebbed and flowed, and the peaks kept getting higher.
“What are you doing?” she demanded breathlessly.
Jesse’s face seemed glazed over, his eyes unfocused. “Was gonna ask you the same thing. Felt like I’ve come ten times, and I haven’t.”
“Think it’s this place?” Sophie pulled her dark hair out of her face and off of her damp neck, letting it fan behind her.
“Nu-uh. It’s you. It’s always been you, babe,” Jesse whispered, grabbing her calves and hooking them around his waist. “No. Not enough. I want you in my arms,” he grunted.
She was light to begin with, but Jesse grabbed her like she was nothing, pulling her up to his chest, cock buried in her. A wet rush splashed from her as they changed positions, wetting his sack and her legs.
“Wow. Waterfall time.” Jesse smiled at her. “And my mouth was completely in the wrong place.”
“Bad boy.”
“I think I’m doing pretty good.”
“Oh, you are. I’d give this ten out of five stars,” Sophie laughed and hugged him hard around the neck, wondering if it were possible to truly fly away on a cloud of orgasmic highs.
“Just ten? I was thinking a billion. That tight little pussy just won’t quit.”
“I was thinking the same thing about that big cock,” Sophie bit his neck, which was always an erogenous zone for vampires.
She felt Jesse still, and his hands dug into her hips with a bruising grip.
“I want to taste you when we’re coming,” Jesse hissed, and Sophie could tell, even with her eyes closed, that his fangs had come out.
“Yes, yes, go ahead,” she nodded, feeling her muscles tighten at the highest of the high peaks.
This one stole her breath, then sent it out in a wail of bliss as she felt an earthquake of an orgasm explode inside of her, milking Jesse’s cock as his fangs slipped in like the tiny pinch of a needle, a blip of pain in an ocean of pleasure.
Thick, hot jets of his cum soaked into her pussy, and she felt as though her muscles were pulling it deeper, as if everything inside of her was drawing in.
He flows into me. While I flow into him.
Endless circle, always. Love, life, and afterlife. Woven together in him and me.
“You’re awesome,” she laughed, joy filling her that had been absent lately.
Jesse lifted his head and licked his scarlet lips. “You’re amazing,” he giggled back. “Holy crap, Soph. My knees!” he cried out as he fell on top of her, crash-landing them on the bed.
“Your knees. My everything from the ribs down. Mr. Energizer Bunny. On steroids.”
“Not my fault.”
“I blame you.”
“You mean I get the credit.”
“Deal, you get the credit,” Sophie chuckled, curling up tight in a happy, messy ball with the love of her life.
Jesse beamed down on her. “We needed this. This. The you and me, and remembering why we belong together. It’s about the two of us. Everything after is just another chapter in the book.”
“I love that. And sometimes, some of the chapters take longer to write.”
“Hey, if that was a ‘writing session,’ baby, I’ll quit my job and become a novelist. Chapter One: My Wife Seduced Me With That Cute Little Ass.”
“Stop!”
“Chapter Two: The Pussy That Would Not Quit.” Jesse patted her soaked curls with an admiring grin.
“You’re terrible.”
“You love me. Chapter Three: I Was Terrible, But She Loved Me Anyway.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I do.” Sophie kissed him and stretched. “Want pizza before round two?”
“Chinese, actually.”
“Both? It is a special occasion. The magazines call it a ‘Baby Moon.’ Or, you have that when you’re pregnant, too, when you go away to have special hubby and wife time before your world gets turned upside down.”
“You already turned my world upside down. But hey... Dad loves having J.J. over. We don’t need a ‘baby moon’ to come to this place. It’s fifteen minutes from our house—if we don’t leave when the school buses are running.”
Sophie giggled. “True. So. This could be an annual thing?”
“Annual? I thought monthly.”
“Honey! It won’t be free all the time. I bet they start charging us.”
“Bi-monthly. Quarterly,” Jesse countered. “Say yes, and I’ll get extra cheese and share my crab rangoon.”
“You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Smith, but I’ll accept.” Sophie kissed him again.
Jesse smiled down on her. “Thank you, Mrs. Smith. It’s a pleasure doing business with you. Let the records show that Jesse and Sophie Smith shall return for bi-monthly ‘mini-moons.’ These may hereafter be known as ‘baby moons,’ ‘second honeymoons,’ or ‘dirty, kinky weekends.’”
“Jesse!”
He looked at her with a mock serious face. “Does Mrs. Smith wish to make an amendment?”
Sophie rolled her eyes and pretended to consider. “I’ll allow the add-on of ‘dirty, kinky weekends’ if Mr. Smith will also share pork fried dumplings.”
“Anything for you, love of my life.”