“Shh.” She pressed a finger to my lips and rested her hands on my shoulders. Dove worked my dick like it was a stripper pole in the night club. She slid up and down and all around that bitch. She danced and rocked on it, suctioned it in, and pulsed it back out.
After she came, she slid off it, kneeled in front of me, and sucked me off as I instructed our driver to take a third loop around before returning to our hotel. When I released in her mouth, it felt so perfect. I had one thought, though.
Damn, that seed could have gone toward our future children.
I wasn’t mad. Every one of her holes were hot and ready, and I was just grateful that she shared them with me. During our time together, she had made me the happiest man alive. She was a wonderful wife, who knew how to take excellent care of her husband. She made sure that all my appointments were set up, my calendar was up-to-date, and I was well prepared for my trainings.
She was the one who had prayed for me to find the right therapist and been in attendance in a couple of sessions to provide the support that I needed. I thanked God each day for this woman, because she was everything I never knew I needed.
My mother’s battle would forever be an ongoing one and would always impact me, but with the right team in my corner, it was a fight that I was well prepared to win.
ONE YEAR LATER
“Hey,bae. Have you seen my controller to my game?” Reighvyn shouted from somewhere beyond the kitchen.
“Baby, come in here and stop shouting!” I shouted back.
I snipped the thorns off the last rose and stuck it into the floral arrangement of other red roses and Moonvista deep purple carnations. I stuck my tongue between my teeth as I tucked the center flower a little deeper into the bouquet.
“Hey, you seen my controller to my gaming system?” he repeated when he appeared in the kitchen with a pout.
It took everything in me not to laugh at him. “Check that box over there,” I instructed, pointing at a large box filled with stuff I had labeled “junk.”
Reighvyn frowned as he sifted through the box and found the controllers he was looking for.
“Baby, why are my controllers in this box of trash?” he asked, lifting them out.
Shrugging, I replied, “They looked like they belonged in that box to me.”
“These look like junk to you?” he asked, lifting them in the air.
“Mm-hmm.”
He scratched his head as he headed for the doorway with the controllers in his hands.
“You’re not gonna ask why I thought they were junk?” I asked, following him.
“I don’t know, babe. I just know I can’t play my game.”
I laughed. “You’re acting like a spoiled little boy around here,” I declared, shifting the bouquet in my arms.
“I mean, I don’t go around throwing your stuff away.” He stopped in the hallway and wrapped an arm around my waist before he kissed me.
“That’s because your remotes are cracked. I don’t know why you just don’t bother buying new ones.”
“Because these are my lucky remotes.”
“Mm. Well, I guess it’s a good thing that I bought you some new ones.”
He frowned and tilted his head at me. “What’re you talking about?”
“Let’s go to your game room.”
He released me from his embrace, and I took his hand and led him to the room that had been converted into a full game room for him. “Baby, look on the shelf behind the bar.”
“Which shelf?”
“The one with your favorite liquor.”
