When we’re done, Kiara yells, “Damn! My girl cansing!”
fifty-four
Noah
Iwake up with a faint headache and the smell of coffee tickling my senses. Opening my gritty eyes, I see my wife leaning over me. “Rise and shine, handsome,” she says. Why is she placing a coffee mug on my nightstand? Did I oversleep?
She pulls her sweater above her head, revealing her full breasts. “Happy birthday,” she purrs, kicking her leggings off and sliding under the covers. Her mouth closes on my dick—the most alive part of my anatomy right now. I rest my hands on her head, not needing to guide her but just enjoying the feel of her silky hair.
My woman knows exactly how to please me.
I hold myself for her and sit up, sliding my hand between her thighs. “You’re soaked. Come here.” With how wet she is, she’ll come in under two minutes.
Not that I’m in a hurry or anything.
She resists my pull, groaning against my dick. The vibration almost makes me come in her mouth. “Babe, I’m close.”
She lets go of me with a pop and locks her gaze on mine. “And I said, happy birthday,” she orders before going back down on me.
Ah fuck. Bossy Willow will be the death of me. “It’s my birthday,” I groan.
“Mm-hm.”
I hiss, trying to contain myself. “I’d like to come with my wife’s tits in my face.”
She pauses, looks up at me, my precum pearling on her full lips. “You will,” she whispers. “Later.” With a smile, she goes back down on me.
Much later, after she keeps her promise to me, we’re lying in bed. I’m filling in on the serene and powerful after-sex energy that Willow never fails to give me. It’s late, but who cares? The shop can wait.
“Griff is leaving tomorrow,” Willow says, running her hand on my chest in that way that I absolutely love, “so I thought we could make it just the five of us for your birthday. That’s okay, right? I thought you’d want some quality time. It’s so rare to have him.”
The way she gets me is absolute perfection. “Couldn’t have wished for anything else.” I kiss her head, bringing her close to me.
She sighs deeply and adds, “I just need to take Mom shopping. She insisted.”
I kiss her forehead, smiling inwardly.Iinsisted that Marcy find an excuse to get Willow outside of Emerald Creek for an hour or two. “That’s fine. I have stuff to do at the shop, and then we can all hang out when you come back.”
“Then let’s get our yoga session in now,” she exclaims like that’s the best idea ever. “With all the tension from the past few days, we need it.”
I want to counter that I just had two orgasms, but I don’t.
Thirty minutes later we’re in the parlor on our brightly colored mats, and I’m working up more of a sweat than during this morning’s sex.
“Downward facing dog,”the woman on YouTube calls out. Her dog moves across the camera and settles with a grunt next to her. Calla echoes the sigh while the puppies lick my face, wondering what’s wrong with me.
I glance at my wife, looking graceful in her upside-down V figure. The puppies aren’t worried about her, and that should be my sign. But she roped me into agreeing to thirty days of daily yoga, and dammit, I’m gonna keep my word.
“Try to extend your legs if you can,” Willow says.
The puppies yap and jump. They’rebignow, and their puppy enthusiasm matched with their Saint Bernard size make them a lot to handle. “Almost there, babe. Almost there,” I croak, ignoring the pups.
I struggle for a few more beats, until finally the instructor calls forChild’s poseand I collapse to the floor. “That’s my favorite,” I mumble. Willow needs to believe I’m getting something out of this. She did put up quite a fight to convince me. Her tenacity should be rewarded.
The pups crawl on top of me, lick my neck, climb up the slope of my back, all the way to my protruding bum. Willow says it’s okay that I look nothing like her when doing the positions. Something about men’s hips.
Finally the end-of-session music sounds, and Willow switches the soundtracks from the instructor’s parting words to Phish’s latest live upload while we rest on our backs—a position named after a dude called Sebastian.
More puppy paws, more licking.
