Chapter 30 #2
He goes to town on my cock as I fuck into his mouth, wet and sloppy with his saliva. I push in deep, filling his throat and swallowing him down to the root at the same time.
I pull off him and say, “Don’t swallow,” before taking his length back into my mouth just in time for his second orgasm to fill my mouth as mine does his.
“Mmmph,” he moans around me as I pulse rope after rope onto his tongue.
I pull back slightly, as my orgasm continues to barrel through me.
I’m taking a chance here that we’re as compatible in bed as we are in all the other ways we’ve discovered so far.
Not everyone enjoys what I’m about to do, but it’s something I have always wanted to do, something I find extremely fucking hot. I just hope he does, too.
When I’m spent, and he’s holding my cum in his mouth, I lift myself off him, turn, and pull him up to lie on top of me. He wraps his wobbly arms around my neck and looks down at me.
“Now, feed it to me,” I say, gruffly, if a little hesitantly. I needn’t have worried. Corey’s eyes widen initially in surprise, then burn with desire as he positions himself directly over my face and spits my own release into my open, waiting mouth.
I groan at the sensation, relishing in the way this man just understands me in all ways. He gets me. I know he does.
How do I know?
Because when he spits my cum into my mouth, then kisses me savagely as we share my release between us, his cock twitches uselessly against my stomach even as he growls for more of the taste of me.
Our kisses eventually slow, and I hold him tight to me, his bare arse plump and round in my hands.
I press kiss after kiss to his mouth until there isn’t a hint of my flavour left, and all I can taste once more is him.
With one final peck to his lips, I press my forehead to his and revel in the silence that, with him, feels calm and finally centred, and not oppressively off-balance and lonely.
“That was incredible, Corey. Was that—” I’m nervous, despite how he responded in the moment to say no? “Was it… OK? For you? My words are soft and full of meaning, and I see the moment he realises what I’m asking.
“It was, Nash. You’re incredible. I loved every moment of that.”
I breathe a sigh of relief, and we grin at each other coyly as we make our way to the bathroom for a quick shower to clean up.
I wash his body and try to convey feeling and intention in every single touch.
He takes everything I give him with a sweet smile, before reverently washing my entire body from head to toe.
When we’re dry and dressed, we eat the dinner that thankfully isn’t ruined.
The next morning, I wake with Corey’s naked back pressed against my front. We’d both been exhausted after a busy day and some epic orgasms downstairs, so when we came to bed, we slept. But the simple act of sleeping felt even more intimate in some ways.
Lying face-to-face, whispering words of love and promises for the future, holding him in my arms, gazing into each other’s eyes, being able to touch every soft expression on his face, and wiping away his tears as he fell apart, telling me about his anger at Dominic for denying him any opportunity for closure.
All these things and more made last night one of the single best nights of my existence.
He stirs gently, but we can’t linger in bed. Aidan is due to bring Nancy home in less than an hour, and I promised her pancakes and then a trip to the beach.
I kiss Corey softly on the nape of his neck, and he takes a long, deep breath as he stretches against me like a cat.
“Morning, baby,” I mumble into his neck.
“Good morning, babe.”
“I need to shower before Nancy gets home. Can I get you a cup of tea first?”
He groans at the prospect, and I nibble at his neck as my cock twitches against his arse, my morning wood trying to make something more than the promise of a cup of Yorkshire Tea elicit that sound from him.
“Don’t get me all turned on, little rabbit.” He presses himself back against my cock, and this time, it’s me who groans.
“Seems like you’re already there, babe. Want to do something about it?” He’s teasing me, and the giddiness that fills me, pure joy at being able to experience him this way, makes me feel like I could float away.
I lightly slap his arse cheek before pressing a swift kiss to his forehead.
“Nope, I have to get up. You stay here, and I’ll bring you a cuppa. Then you can shower while I make pancakes.”
When I come back upstairs, still naked and carrying a cup of tea for him, he’s resting against the headboard, desire and beauty made flesh, the white sheets pooling at his waist. It takes every ounce of willpower I have to deliver his tea and leave him there with nothing but a slow, lingering kiss on his swollen lips.
Breakfast with Nancy is a sticky, syrup-filled affair, but it’s perfect. Watching Corey interact with my daughter mends something inside me I didn’t realise was broken.
“...and when there’s a group of all the same animals together, they have different words to describe them,” he explains.
“Like what?” she asks.
“Like… hmm, let me think. OK, you know the ducks out on the green?” Nancy nods. “So, when they’re on the grass, they’re called a flock of ducks, but can you guess what they’re called if they’re in the water?”
“Umm, the same?”
“It could be, but ducks are special because when they’re in the water, there’s another word you can use. A paddling. A paddling of ducks.”
Nancy laughs, firing pancake crumbs onto her plate. She looks up at me in apology, and I just smile and hand her a napkin.
“Thank you, Daddy. That’s funny, Bunny!”
“I know,” he agrees, delighted. “My grandma used to teach me a lot of these funny words when I was your age.”
“You teach me?” she requests, and Corey looks at me and smiles.
“I’d love to, Miss Nancy.” He strokes the top of her head as she turns back to me.
“Bunny said he’ll teach me some ’lective nows for aminals, Daddy,” Nancy informs me as if I haven’t been sitting beside her this whole time.
“I heard, poppet. That’ll be fun, won’t it?”
“Yeah!” she cries, then in typical four-year-old fashion, pivots the topic almost instantly. “Can we go to the beach now?”
“What do you say?” I challenge.
“Can we go to the beach now, please, Daddy?” she replies, a tentative smile on her face.
“That’s better. And yes, we can. Go and wash your hands, please, and then we’ll get ready to go.”
“Is Bunny coming with us?” she asks hopefully, making puppy dog eyes at both of us in turn.
Corey looks to me, and I smile, wanting nothing more than for the three of us to spend the whole day together.
“I’d love to,” he replies.
We spend three hours at the beach, Nancy flitting between building sandcastles, collecting shells, and burying both Corey’s and my feet in the sand.
She toddles a few feet away, inspecting the ground with the intensity of an archaeologist, on the hunt for more white shells for her collection, when I look at Corey laid out next to me on the blanket.
I lean over him, and his eyes open, bright pools of green I want to drown in.
“What’s up?” he asks, a soft smile turning up the corners of his mouth.
“I love you,” I say, my expression serious, voice firm. His smile spreads.
“I love you too,” he replies.
“I love you too,” Nancy cries from her dig site.
I huff a laugh, lean down, and kiss him.