Page 167 of Sins of Innocence

"You wouldn't try to stop me working for someone else." It's not a question. We've talked about this.

He winces but says, "No."

"Don't worry, big guy. I like my new job just fine."

Relief he does nothing to hide flashes on his usually stoic face.

"You will never try to stop me being the best version of myself." Again, it's not question.

I know.

"If there's a better version of you, I don't think the world is ready for it, but no. I wouldn't." The most amazing thing about those words is how serious they are.

He's not teasing me. He believes what he's saying.

A single truth spears my heart. There is no falling about it.

I am in love with this man.

To stop myself from blurting the words out, I drop my head and show him instead. I don't have to be able to deepthroat him. I don't need sexy tricks and techniques.

Every lave of my tongue, ever suck, every barely there brush of my teeth against his sensitive, velvety skin are unspoken words of love.

And Kieran Veseli wants to be loved.

That's why he melts at my touch. That's why he looks like a bus hit him when the girls hug him. That's why he went wild when I said I was falling.

He's the weapon. The warrior who protects me and our family from harm.

I'm his soft place to land.

But it's my job to protect his underbelly, that way too underutilized heart of his.

So, I pour emotion through my mouth and hands until his hips are jerking up and down and he's groaning between telling me how amazing I am, how good I make him feel and how perfect my mouth feels on him.

Until he jackknifes up and grabs both sides of my head with careful hands, tugging me away from his engorged sex steadily leaking precum.

"Why?" I demand.

"I'm going to come."

"I want you to." I want to taste him. To know the very essence of him in a way no other woman ever will again.

"No. Women don't like that."

"Maybe they do. Maybe they don't. But I'm not all women. I'm me, big guy. And even more, this is me with you and she's a different woman than I've ever been."

"I don't want you to gag from the taste," he says, oh so serious.

And vulnerable.

Yes, my husband is vulnerable to my rejection.

"I promise I won't." Even if his cum tastes awful, I won't gag.

I've been a mom for over twelve years. Learning to control your gag reflex makes life a lot easier when you're changing smelly diapers and cleaning up after your kid projectile vomited her dinner.

Which are such unsexy thoughts, my pussy should be dry as the Sahara.