actually talk to you.”
His slickness has me shaking my head.
“And, to, hopefully, make up with you…”
Seeing hunger developing in his stare, I steal a small bite from my bottom lip and ask, “By giving me the key?”
“By giving you something else entirely.”
A whimper is snatched from my parted lips despite my best efforts to catch it.
“Houndrix, bed,” Ax commands only to receive a grumpy gaze in return. He snaps his finger and points the direction of the stairs. “Big bed.”
At the invitation to sleep in Ax’s bed – or I guess I should say our bed – he hops down and trots the way he was told. As soon as my legs are free from his weight, they’re seized by his owner who anxiously tugs me towards him until my back is flat against the couch cushions. No sooner than my mouth cracks open to playfully taunt him about his actions is his on my panty-covered pussy. In spite of the fabric blocking his access, he sucks on my clit, clearly content with just the ability to be anywhere close to it. Whimpers happily leap to their doom at the same time my eyes roll back into my head. Teeth gently scrape the territory, teasing me with beatific friction and pledges alike. Licks are repeatedly delivered over the cloth material causing it to delightfully rub back and forth, pleasing yet never satisfying the increasing ache. Wetness seeps through my thong to be tasted by my boyfriend, and he makes no hesitation to suck it down. To devour the juices indirectly as though waiting for me to beg or plead or simply shove his face further in.
The very tip of his tongue dips a little further in, and the latter seems to be the only option I have. My fingers latch themselves onto his tousled locks and roughly tug him into me. Ax uses the aggressive action like it’s a green swim flag giving him the all clear to enjoy the water. He brutishly rips the article out of his way with one hand, allowing his tongue to dive deep inside and dispatch untamed lashes. It wildly whips around while the callous pad of his thumb does the same to my little swollen nub. His strokes are frantic and ferocious. His groans greedy and gluttonous. He sucks and strokes and strokes and swipes until my nails are scraping his scalp, my entire body becoming unhinged. Shouts of his name shake my frame as my thighs clamp together around his head to keep him sealed in place. Ax doesn’t fight for air or seem to care if he ever breathes again. All of his energy…his focus…his dedication is given to the blissful billow I’ll never get tired of riding.
Like the incredible O’s he gives, I hope our time together never ends.
I hope that this ex-girlfriend incident was just a tiny piece of driftwood we knocked into.
I hope that from here on out our sailing is smooth, and we’re able to avoid any other stormy waters in the future.
Chapter 8
I practiced what I was going to say multiple times on my way from the doctor here. What’s usually my once-a-year checkup to make sure the only types of crabs I’m dealing with are those on my lunch or dinner plate, went a little deeper than my doctor or myself was expecting. With what else I had planned in mind for the day led me to asking questions about how do I know if my swimmers are as excellent as I am. Should I be worried that they aren’t being that I’m almost forty? Is it too late, and am I too unhealthy to responsibly start a family?
The family I, undoubtedly, want to start with Brooklyn.
We’re already inching towards six months together, yet sometimes I swear it’s only been six days.
Almost like the movie Groundhog Day, except instead of one set of twenty-four hours, it’s six, and instead of feeling trapped or like I’m suffering, it’s as though I’m blessed to simply keep reliving the same magical moments over and over again.
Not that we don’t have disagreements.
For instance, the continued coddling of her sister.
While we got the wrongful charges dropped, the suit against the officer is still surging forward. It turns out bringing someone to justice that the law wants to protect is a little more time-consuming and difficult than just doing the right thing and getting the innocent cleared. I’ve been putting in more work than I initially pictured I would, determined to