Settling my naked ass onto the fiberglass bench inside the pool, I pull Vaughn’s slick body across my lap. She’s straddling me now, and I’m kissing her as though I might run out of her. Like she’s the key to my survival.She is.Our tongues war for dominance as my wife rubs her wet cunt back and forth, seeking friction against my already throbbing dick. Our moans mix in the air, and her writhing threatens to unravel me.
My hand finds her clit and pulls, eliciting a gasp from her mouth. Systematically and with practiced precision, two of my fingers massage and tug on her clit while my other two fingers plunge into her cunt. This causes her hips to move more frantically above me. It’s satisfying to recognize the movements in her hips as the signal of her impending orgasm. There’s nothing about this body that isn’t burned into my memory. The sounds, the scents, the movements it makes. I know and love them all. I crave them.
“Eli...there.”
My growl would frighten anyone else.Not Vaughn.Vaughn’s response to this guttural sound from my throat is to further soak the fingers I have inside her.
“I don’t need you to tell me where or how. I know. This body is my instrument. I know how to make it sing.”
“Ahhhhh.” A full body tremor consumes her as she shakily continues moving her hips above me. I draw out her orgasm with continued pressure on her clit while hooking my fingers inside her. Draining the last bit of thrill from her.
Before she can settle back into my lap, I thrust up into her tight, wet cunt. She’s so warm and wet. Every inch of her molds perfectly to my cock because she was made for me. I wasn’t born here, but I’ll die here. Whatever deals have to be made so that I can leave this world while making love to my wife, consider them sealed.
Vaughn’s mouth is hovering over mine, open in a silent groan. Lifting her ass, I bring her all the way to the tip of my shaft before sinking her back down again. Over and over and over again until she’s screaming and her head is thrown back. She has my hair gripped tightly in her hands, and she’s using it to hang on to me as I almost violently rocket up into her while slamming her back down onto my dick. Impaling her until she can’t close her mouth or keep her eyes open.
“Vaughn.”
THRUST
“My.”
THRUST
“Fucking.”
THRUST
“Wife.”
THRUST
“Ah, Eliiiiii.”
She detonates like a bomb, screaming my name loudly before shouting “Please” even though we both know she has no idea what she’s begging for. I continue to growl from the effort and pleasure with every plunge of my cock as I chase my own release until I cum inside my wife with a roar of finality. Pumping jerkily into her two more times, I’m fully spent. We both sit there, breathing loudly, trying to regain some composure before we speak or move.
Vaughn is still short of breath when she says, “if that was my wedding gift, thank you.”
“It wasn’t. That’s still inside.”
Suddenly, her previously weary body straightens, and her eyes light up.
“Truly?”
“Mmmhhhm. It’s in my suitcase. Haven’t had a second to unpack it.”
Water sloshes all around us as she leaps from my lap fighting waves of her own making to reach the steps. She’s out and leaves a veritable river in her wake without a second thought as she slips and slides across the hardwood floors on her way to our room.Fucking child when it comes to presents.
Stepping inside the room, I see her on the floor already making a mess of my neatly organized clothing and toiletries as she tears through everything looking for her gift. She finds it at the very bottom meticulously wrapped in dark, thick floral wrapping paper. She squeals at the sight of it. Without moving from her perch on the floor, she viciously shreds the paper from the box. Inside the box is a square foam casing. The contents of this package have taken me more than a year to put together. I wasn’t about to risk damaging it in travel.
Her hands still, and her smile drops when she sees what’s inside. It’s a book. The title is “The Dreaded End”. The author is Vaughn Washington. Her quiet gasp is almost inaudible, but I hear it. Attune to her everything, I hear it. Opening the front cover makes a soft cracking sound.
Inside the front cover are various illustrations relating to the content of the book. The first page is the title and some of those same illustrations arranged together. Then the title again with the publisher information. She looks up at me. Confused, before looking back down at the book. The next page is the dedication.
Dedication: For my mom, the woman who always said I could but didn’t get to be here to see that I did.
Vaughn told me all about her mom and what an incredible person she was. She obviously had to be to have raised such an incredible woman. Vaughn’s dad was never in the picture, and she didn’t have any siblings. Her mother filled both parent roles until she got sick when Vaughn was only seventeen. Thinking back on a teenage Vaughn, left all alone to make her own way in the world, brings tears to my eyes once more.
Her mom fought hard to make it to Vaughn’s high school graduation, and she did.A fighter, just like her daughter.Unfortunately, she passed away one week after that graduation. Vaughn has never looked for her father, and she says she never will. I’d like to make the man miserable, but I believe Vaughn when she says her mother was more than enough, and she hasn’t spent a second of her life wishing for more.
