Chapter 32
“Wolves together stand howling soft and loud at light, singing family songs.” ~Unknown
Axel
While Abbie, the women, and the younger kids play beach volleyball over a badminton net, Gwen sits on a sunburst-patterned blanket near me. The rest of our Belarusian team behaves more like the older children as they duck under the waves caused by a tropical storm in the Atlantic.
“I still can’t believe we convinced everyone to share a house.” Hands behind her head, my lovely wife sighs at the white whisps streaking across the cerulean sky.
“A long weekend at the ocean, plus built-in babysitters? It’s an offer no one can resist.” I kiss her.
Despite the chaste connection, my cock stirs. We made love this morning, but I’ll be damned if I don’t want her again. Glancing all about, I take her hand and help her to her feet.
“Babe…” At my hungry gaze, the black centers of her eyes widen, and she bites her lower lip.
“Bedroom. Now.” She hugs me, then stops as a pregnant blond giggles and kisses a gleeful man in red shorts.
“Is that Slate?” My woman’s face softens as she eyes the couple. Picturing her round with my baby, my heart warms. We’ve talked about kids, and I can’t wait to make Abbie a little brother or sister. Preferably both.
“Yeah, his wife’s name is Lilac. I’ll be sure to introduce you.” After a quick fuck. As I speak, the Patten man smiles, waves at us, then whispers in his lady’s ear.
“Huh. He’s so different, I hardly recognized him.” After she returns the friendly gesture, my wife continues to observe the other two, now tickling each other.
“Just like the rest of his employees, off the clock, he’s a regular guy.” Worried we may lose our window of opportunity, I tug her towards Callie, about to serve.
If she can mind our kid for twenty more minutes, we can run home and…
Our curly-haired, brown-skinned sweetheart sees us and waves. “Mommy. Daddy. Watch me!”
While she fists the inflatable sphere back, Bear bounds up from the beach. He woofs, shakes, and covers us in sand and salt water.
So much for a short escape. Laughing, we join the game and table sex for later.
At one point, the light plastic orb catches the wind and bounces away. As we wait for Lucky to retrieve it, Gwen steps close. “What’s the latest news on Ledbetter?”
In the past, her abrupt turnabout would confuse me but I’m beginning to learn that’s how her mind works.
I don’t want to frighten her, so choose my words carefully. “The US government petitioned to have him extradited from Lithuania. I doubt he’ll ever breathe in free air again. Why, are you worried?”
Pursing her lips, she stares out at the ocean. “Mostly about Babcock and Danbury. Have they resurfaced?”
“Not yet, but they will make a mistake, and I will arrest them.” I hug her sun-warmed bikini-clad body to mine, then toss Abbie in the air.
After feeding the seagulls, making sandcastles, and eating ice cream, our Belarus reunion drifts back to the house. Later, we gorge ourselves on pizza and s’mores. Those living nearby head home while the rest stay over one more night.
Alone in the bedroom, I take my lovely, intelligent, brave wife in my arms, “Promise to never again put your life in danger. I would be devastated without you.”
“Ditto.” Her not-an-answer gives me pause. However, before I can call her out, she grabs my cock. “I love you.”
“Oh, Dr. Wulf. You think you can distract me so easily?” I nibble her bottom lip, and kiss down her body to reach her nipple.
There, I stop and suck until it tightens into a stiff point. When she arches up, blood drains from my upper brain to the one below my navel.
Thanking all the saints in heaven that I found her, I slide off the bed, kneel at her altar and press my mouth to her wet, pulsing, sensitive spot. An addict, I lap at the pheromones in her juices.
Gwen tosses her head back and forth on the mattress and spreads her legs wide. The scent sets my body on fire. My heart races as my tongue slides across her nub and when she moans, my appetite increases tenfold.
“Oh God, I’m coming.” Her heels dig into the mattress, and she arches up.
Mindless with need, I grab her ankles, toss them over my shoulders, and grip her hips. At my initial thrust, she bites the pillowcase. After I pull out fully and sink to the bone. she flies apart, reaching the first of what I hope will be many orgasms.
Her muscles squeeze around my aching cock as I take her higher. Not wanting my tortuous pleasure to end, I exit and lower her butt to the sheets. Legs between hers, I climb up her body. When my leaking tip reaches her entrance, I slip into her tight sheath.
“Fuck, you feel so damn good.” As I grind against her core, she reignites.
Ah yes, my love. Her second high hits hard.
Ready, I disconnect, place her on all fours, and plunge inside her. After I slide all the way out, I wait while she pants. Giving no warning, I go all in and finger her nub.
She bucks so crazy-like, I struggle to keep up. Our urgency grows. We set an impossible pace but one we cannot stop. Soon, she muffles her orgasmic screams into the blankets. As she quivers, she kills me with a thousand spears of endorphins. A groan escapes my chest and my balls fill. No longer able to hold back, liquids burst forth in a mind-blowing explosion of pure delight.
Holy mother of God. How is it possible, after almost a year, our sex becomes ever more potent?