She bit her bottom lip as she leaned back and smiled. “You may.”
I wanted to beat my chest like a caveman when I ran my tongue down her seam, knowing I was the first man to taste her.
The only man.
Don’t get ahead of yourself, dude.
I had a lot of work to do but thought this was a good start.
****
Jessica
Holy hell; how is it possible that it feels this good?
When I felt his tongue circle my clit, I bowed up off the granite surface. His lips suctioned on my little bean and he rapidly flicked his tongue at the same time I felt him slide a finger inside me, and I let out a soft, “Yessss!”
I felt my temperature rise as my entire body went tight.
I’d never had an orgasm, but I knew I was on the precipice of one.
Alan’s deep voice rumbled against my skin, “Come for me, baby,” and it was like I had no other choice but to obey his command.
Waves of euphoria crashed over me, and I cried out Alan’s name as my body shuddered from head to toe. He didn’t stop, even as I jerked and twisted. It wasn’t until I lay in a heap on the granite counter that he lifted his head with a smile.
“That was awesome, babe.”
I could only muster a whimper in agreement.
Chapter Forty-Nine
Alan
I placed deferential kisses on her inner thighs before standing up with a smug smile. Yeah, I felt like a fucking stud while Jess lay sprawled out motionless on the counter, as if I’d rendered her unable to move.
Ruthie’s cries came from the living room, which seemed to rouse Jess.
Leaning down, I whispered in her ear, “I’ll get her.”
She murmured, “Thank you,” and I planted a kiss on her forehead before going to tend to our daughter.
No, we weren’t legally married yet, but that little girl had stolen my heart the first day I met her, when she’d smiled in her sleep.
Right now, she was red in the face as her cries grew more insistent.
“It’s okay, starving girl,” I soothed as I unbuckled the straps of her car seat. “I got you, peanut.”
Since I lacked the necessary equipment, Ruthie didn’t give a damn that I had her. She wanted her mama and her demands proceeded to get louder.
Jess took her from me the second I walked into the kitchen and pulled her blouse down. The sounds of Ruthie suckling on Jess’s breast soon filled the room.
“When can she start taking a bottle?”
She let out a sigh. “Everything I’ve read said I should’ve introduced one this week.” She looked over at me and smiled. “But I’ve been a little busy. I’ll start trying tomorrow.”
I hated that I was leaving and wouldn’t be able to help her next week.
“Can I be with you tomorrow when you do?”
