“You are,” I insisted. “Like some kind of god. I should be offering a sacrifice.” I straddled his thighs and ran my hands down his chest and over his taut belly.
“A sacrifice, huh?” he responded. “Like a virgin or something?”
I swatted him playfully, then curled my fist around his shaft and felt a swirl of satisfaction as he sucked in a breath. “A bit late for that, I’m afraid,” I answered. “Though if you close your eyes, we can always pretend.” It wouldn’t be a tall order. Even after nearly two years, every time I skewered myself on that monster of his, it was like being taken for the first time.
“Oh, Sweetness, there’s no way I’m closing my eyes if you’re around,” he said huskily. My robe had pulled open, and he reached out to tug at the lapel. I’d pulled it on as I’d stepped out of the shower earlier, and there was nothing beneath it. It was a fact he seemed to appreciate as he slid the fabric down my shoulders and exposed the lush globes of my breasts. They were fuller now, after Paige had arrived. More sensitive too. Just the feeling of the island air against my nipples had them puckering tightly. Prince pushed himself up and took one into his mouth. This time it was my turn to suck in a breath, and he paused.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, and I shook my head firmly.
“God, no,” I said hoarsely and pulled his face back to my breast. His hair was silky between my fingers, and I wound them through the thick strands. I’d kept my hand curled around his cock, and I pumped it up and down his length now as he swirled his tongue around my nipple. First one, and then the other. It was sending shock waves to my clit.
“Umm…” he said against me. “I’m so glad to have my toys back.”
His words made me smile. I’d still be breastfeeding if Paige hadn’t decided that six months was the right time to wean herself. I’d loved the experience but was glad that my breasts were no longer a milkbar. Moments like this, with my husband’s dark head bowed over my chest, made me appreciate it even more. The sensation had intensified. Motherhood had given me a new appreciation for my body. My pussy was a playground again, and I wanted him to explore it.
When he lowered a hand between my thighs, I moaned wantonly. I could be as loud as I wanted – our suite was at the far end of the resort’s tropical. We’d requested it under the pretext of keeping Paige’s night-time wails from waking the other guests. That had been a ruse. It was because I’d become the world’s loudest lover. My husband could literally make me scream with pleasure. He was making me groan now as his thumb swirled over my clit and his teeth grazed my nipples. Already I was dripping for him. Already I wanted him in me. But I knew he was going to draw it out from me again. Prince Walker did not do quickies. I’d come two or three times before he was done with me.
Even now, I could feel an orgasm swirling. He could feel it, too, knew my body as well as I did.
“Does that feel good, Sweetness?” he asked, his eyes on my face as he thrummed by clit. I made a sound low in my throat and let my head tip back. When he slid a finger into my head, my back bowed. He clasped an arm around my waist and pumped his fingers deeper. My breath caught in my throat as a jagged edge of pleasure sparked. When his head dipped and he sucked my nipple back into his mouth and hummed against my flesh, I went off like a rocket.
“Fuck!” I cried out, and he chuckled lightly. Thank God Paige was a sound sleeper because I sensed things were about to get louder. I splayed my thighs wider as his fingers continued to work me. And then they were replaced by a jarring sensation of fullness as he slid them out and thrust his cock into me without warning. “Oh, God! Oh! God! Fuck!” I shouted out. It was a feeling that always took me by surprise. And always threw me straight over the edge.
By the time I was coming down from my second orgasm, he was just getting started, his beautiful face set intensely as he focused on the sensations. His eyes met mine, and I knew they were glazed with passion. He’d hooked his hands behind my ass and was raising and lowering me effortlessly. I put my hands to his shoulders to steady myself as he thrust into me, spearing my hot flesh like a man possessed.
“Jesus, you feel like heaven,” he said through clenched teeth. I didn’t reply. Couldn’t find words. My nails bit red streaks down his back as I clung to him and let the feelings overwhelm me. If he wanted to use me for his pleasure, I’d happily let him do it a thousand times a day. His movements grew unsteady as he neared his own release. When he thrust up hard and ground into me, my clit rubbed against the hard bone of his groin and set off another shower of fireworks as he buried himself deep inside me. I released a strangled wail and arched my back again, feeling his face between my breasts as he pressed against me, his breath hot on my skin.
I was panting by the time it was over.
“My God,” I said between hoarse breaths. “That just gets better every time.”
“Are you sure?” he chuckled. “Because there was a moment there when you weren’t moaning, and I thought I’d lost my touch.”
I laughed out loud, though the sound was strangled. “My love, I have to take a breath sometime!” I assured him. “That was probably when I was trying to steady my heart rate between screams!”
“I’m not convinced,” he teased. “I think I can do better.”
I shook my head, grinning. “It’s my own fault for marrying an overachiever.” He was sliding out of me and then flipping me onto my back.
“Not an overachiever…I simply aim to please,” he said. He was moving down my body, and I knew what was about to come next. Namely me. Again.
“Lord have mercy,” I said hoarsely as his mouth closed over me.
Life couldn’t get better.
∞∞∞
Prince Walker
I leaned back and put my weight on my hands, feeling the hot sand against the skin of my palms. The sound of rolling waves combined with the calls of soaring gulls and the breeze that rustled through the palm fronds behind me. I heaved a sigh as the sun kissed my face and chest, and reveled in the warmth seeping into my skin.
This was bliss.
A sharp call rang out in front of me, and I kept my vision glued to the scene ahead. It was a habit that had taken hold and would be impossible to break – watching my wife and child. I would never take my eyes off them again. Sasha had been at the shoreline, stooped over the tottering form of a fire-haired infant. The sight of them melted my heart.
Paige had been born with hair like her mother, and was proving to be just as strong-willed. Now her chubby legs kicked at the waves as Sasha dangled her above them, then swooped her through the air, prompting a fresh surge of shrieks and laughter. Sasha joined in, and the mingled sounds made me smile. She straightened and looked up at me, then raised a hand to wave me over.
I rose to my feet and jogged down the beach toward them. It had been nearly two years since the bullet had left its mark on my chest, and finally, I was back to my old self. Running was easy again. But I was certain it was thanks to the pair in front of me. Sasha and Paige had strengthened my heart.
