“Arraaahh.” She was so amazingly responsive.
I saw the sacrifices her body gave to produce our child. Sacrifices she’d born alone. I lavished her with my attention, neglecting the pounding throb of my cock, to celebrate her and the ultimate gift of womanhood. My poor penis had ballooned up to its full size. With it's mushroom head pulsing, dribbling pre-cum down the shaft, it was hard to focus on anything else. It’d have to settle down. This moment was all about her, my goddess. My goal was to have her fully satisfied and begging before I entered her.
I dipped my face into the heaven between her legs. My tongue traced the tender pink skin surrounding her vagina as she gently bucked into my mouth. My tongue slid along her delicious slit until it found her swelling clit, hiding behind its hood. I nibbled and sucked at the soft sweet spot until I heard her begin to pant. Her juices flowed into my mouth, and I knew she was climbing towards a climax. Her breathing hitched as her body pulsed into mine. I kissed her clit and looked up at her across the valley of her body.
“Come on, baby,” My voice was a deep purr, “Cum for me.”
Her eyelids fluttered as she moaned, and I slid my fingers into her wet center, while my tongue continued to play on her clit. Her hips bucked and rolled. She gritted her teeth, trying to hold back her scream. I dove another finger into her and pumped them harder. That was all she needed. Riding the tide of her orgasm, her hips shook, and her pelvis quivered on my mouth, gushing her arousal.
“That’s a girl,” I praised as I slathered her pussy with her thick release.
I kissed the tuft of hair at the top of her mound and slithered my way up her flushed skin as she shivered and cooled from her incredible orgasm.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered again as I made my way up to her mouth to claim her lips, the taste of her still on me.
My rock hard cock was lodged between us as I used my hands to spread her wider to accommodate my enlarged size.
“Are you ready for me?” I asked as I smoothed damp strands of hair from her face.
“I’m so ready for you,” she panted.
I rubbed my cock head up and down her slit, stimulating more lubrication, so she didn’t feel any pain upon entry. When I knew she was good and wet, I positioned my throbbing cock at her entrance.
Before I dove into the bliss between her legs, I asked. “Are you on the pill?” I knew it would break the mood some, but we were already surprised with one child, I don’t think we were ready for another now… or ever.
“Yes, you’re good to go.” She gave me a reassuring smile as her hips jutted up to meet mine.
She attempted to impale herself on me from underneath but did nothing more than knock my desperate cock with her wet center, driving me madder.
“Okay, then… here we go.” I used my hand to guide my cock to her pussy.
My pre-cum mixed with her juices created the perfect viscosity. I slid in as gently as her tight pussy allowed. She squealed, and her body arched, which panicked me some.
“Am I hurting you?” I asked, worried that I may have impaled something sore within her.
“Just a little achy, but in a good way. We’re good, I’m good… it’s all good.” In her ecstasy she was blathering a bit, it was so cute and aroused me more.
I loved seeing her so dazed and euphoric. Her pussy hugged my cock like a glove. I slid in and out of her to a slow rhythm like an exquisite dance. I was made for her body. The smile on her face illustrated for me how right we were. She lifted her legs into the air to allow more of me inside of her. Her eyes closed, and she gritted her teeth when I pressed deeper into her.
“You still all good?” I checked in.
“Yes… just fuck me, Sinclair,” she rasped.
“Well, alright then.” I laughed.
My arousal could no longer be controlled anyway, so with her permission, I pumped in and out of her as hard and fast as our bodies could go. My fingers dove to her clit as my cock slammed against her soft skin. My balls bounced back and forth, and my stomach wound in knots, spiraling towards a massive climax.
I’d been without her for too long, and my need for her was monumental. I pumped in, and as she mewled, whimpering with desire, coming closer to another release of her own, it was all I could take. I leaned forward and pressed myself as deep into her as my cock would fit. Feeling her body enveloping mine, I shot load after load of cum into her soft, warm core. Her legs wrapped around me, holding me deep within as she cried out in ecstasy. Her pussy clenched my penis while it quivered under me. Moments later, she found her own release as it warmed my cock.
“Fuck,” I exhaled as I jettisoned the last of my cum into her.
She was the most amazing lover. I didn’t want to withdraw from her body. I wanted to stay seated in her forever. I stayed inside her for a while longer, enjoying the wetness of our combined release dribbling down my thigh. I rolled her on top of me, her legs drifting to either side of my body. She was totally spent as her hot forehead rested on my chest.
“Thank you,” she sighed, and I felt her stomach heave breaths on mine.
“There’s much more where that came from,” I teased giving her sweet bare ass a playful slap.
The shock of my hand on her ass caused her body to jut forward, and my cock dislodged, dripping and sated.
I cradled her body in my arms while my hands stroked her warm skin. We stayed there for a while, holding one another until our passions had cooled and we were left feeling rather sticky.
“How about we have a shower and then dinner? I’m starving,” I whispered in her ear.
“Perfect.” She kissed me.
“We’ll be doing much more of this later,” I told her as I lifted her from the bed and carried her to the bathroom.
We had a quick shower, being too tired and hungry to do anything other than soap up and rinse off. I was looking forward to dinner as I had something very special planned.
Chapter 16
Reyna
He was an exquisite lover and celebrated my body with such care. I was worried that after having Ariana, he might think I wasn’t as attractive anymore. I certainly didn’t have the same body after the baby, but I liked my new curves. Luckily, he did too.
After we showered, I put some comfortable clothes on. The premiere started at sundown; the party began around six-thirty, and now it was already nine o’clock at night. I needed to check in with Melody and Charlynn and see how Arianna was doing. I felt guilty I didn’t call sooner, but they told me not to call at all. So, waiting as long as I did, was really quite a feat. I hadn’t ever been away from my baby this long. I loved being with Sinclair and enjoyed getting to know him more intimately, but I missed my baby girl.
Melody answered on the first ring, “Nine o’clock. I’m impressed, Reyna. Arianna is a perfect angel. She’s had her bottles, burped, had a bath. We sang to her, and she fell right to sleep. I’m taking the first shift, and Charlynn has the second… and you’re not to call again. We’ll call you if there’s an issue, but I want you to enjoy your night, morning, and another night if you want it.” She said most of all of it in one breath.
“Hello.” I laughed.
“Oh, and did I tell you, we love your baby?” She also laughed.
“It seems like it. So all’s well, I can run off to Paris now?” I teased.
“Yep, we’ll raise your perfect baby,” she said without missing a beat.
No matter how great they were being about taking care of her, I still missed her like crazy. Even teasing about someone else caring for her for the long term struck a chord deep inside of me. I felt a little pang, even though I knew nothing could separate us.
“So. how is it going?” She dropped her voice to a whisper.
“It’s going great. Sinclair is amazing.” I wanted to tell her all the overwhelming things I was thinking, but it wasn’t the right time for that.
There was such a warm love brewing between Sinclair and me; however, Melody had been really hurt recently. Her
Halloween night last year didn’t go well at all. She had fun playing her music, and later that evening she did meet an actor. He’d been in a few recognizable movies. He was so hot and dreamy, and after the party, they dated for a while. She fell hard for him, and he was basically an asshole. I think she even thought he might be the one. She wanted a family and children. She was even more eager for them than I was. I understood how painful breakups were.
Just after she got dumped, I found out I was pregnant. I was worried about being a single mom and raising Arianna alone. Melody and Charlynn assured me they’d be there for me every step of the way, and they had been. I think Arianna helped Melody as much as she helped me. Being her auntie was helping Melody heal from the breakup. Charlynn’s year wasn’t much better than Melody’s, so being able to spend the night with Arianna and love on her sweetness was good for both of my dear roommates.
“I’m so happy for you, Rey. Don’t worry about us. We are so good; you just go back to him and have the night of your life. And I mean it, if you want to stay another night, just let us know. Charlynn and I are both good with it.” She was so sweet and encouraging.
“I’m pretty sure I’ll be home. I miss my baby and um… you know what they say about too much of a good thing.” I dropped my voice so Sinclair couldn’t hear me, even though he was in the bathroom getting dressed. “I want him to work for it a little.” I laughed.
“Oh, yes, you do. Okay, we’ll see you tomorrow. Love you!” she said as I heard Charlynn with Arianna in the background cooing and singing.
She must have woken up. “Love you too, and thanks again. Bye.”
“Bye,” she said before she hung up and Sinclair walked out of the bathroom looking clean and refreshed.
He was wearing a soft pair of jogging pants and another cotton T-shirt. I had on a short summer dress.
“You look beautiful,” he mentioned as he strolled over to me… all alpha man, strong and commanding.
“So do you,” I said as my face flushed, thinking of his body and the amazing sex we’d just had.
His hands snaked around me as he drew me up to his chest, angled my head back, and opened his mouth to kiss me. His kiss was ardent and hard. I kept up with his passion and thought he might throw me on the bed and take me, despite how hungry I was. Instead, he lifted my dress and looked at my lace underwear.
“These are lovely,” he mentioned as his fingers slid them off.
“Hey, I’m starving horny boy, can we save the bed gymnastics for after dinner?” I loved exploring sex with him, but I needed to eat.
“Yep, just want you ready for me when we do,” he said as he neatly placed my underwear on the dresser.
“And what about you, Mr. ‘Let’s not wear our panties to dinner.’ I sure hope you aren’t…” I jabbed my hand to his cock and found it hard and easily defined through the thin, soft pant material. “Never mind, you aren’t wearing any either are you?” I blushed.
“You make me crazy; I thought it’d be best I have easy access...” He laughed as he pulled away from me and grabbed my hand to follow him. “Let’s eat.”
I had to tell my legs to walk, as they suddenly turned to rubber. I hadn’t realized when we were on the terrace that the house was such a twirling maze. There were different levels and rooms. The architecture was sort of as whacky as the office. I had no clue where we were exactly. We exited his room into a hallway. We passed several other rooms, most of them were guest bedrooms, and then we were out into the main living room again. We walked down a long set of stairs to the kitchen.
“I thought since it was just the two of us we’d eat in my favorite spot. There’s a formal dining room on the main floor, but I rarely eat in there,” he confessed. “My mom and dad used to throw these huge parties, but I’m not much of a party at home kind of guy.” He turned to me seductively. “I like it to be just one on one.”
“Or one under one, as the case may be.” I smiled as I playfully jabbed his shoulder.
“Very true in our case.” He led me to a small den.
I smelled something amazing. We followed the scent to an outdoor room. It was entirely enclosed in glass, even the ceiling. We were surrounded by trees and large rocks, and in the middle of the room was a table.
“Wow.” The space mystified me.
You couldn’t see the road or the other houses, just nature, and an incredible view of the valley below. The mansion was tucked into the Hollywood Hills. No one would ever see us because there were no other houses around, and the terrain was too treacherous to climb.
“I love this room,” he said as he pulled a chair out for me.
I sat down, and he sat next to me. “I love it too. It’s like we’re completely away from the world.”
“It feels that way, doesn’t it? Sometimes you can see animals at night. Usually just skunks and raccoon, but there’s larger stuff too like a coyote or the occasional bobcat.”
“Really? Bobcats? That’s amazing.” I barely believed him, but I’d heard we had such animals in the hills.
“I’ve seen two… or perhaps, one twice. It is amazing, truly magical.” He seemed like a child, filled with wonder. “I designed this room, especially for viewing nature. It was one of the rooms I had added to the original structure. I wanted to have a place where I could escape from the world,” he said as Michael entered carrying two glasses, his martini, and my wine.
He set my wine before me. “Thanks, Michael,” I chirped, probably sounding too eager.
Sinclair nodded to Michael when he set the martini glass down. “We’ll have the appetizer now.” He was very formal with the butler.
He may have let him wear casual clothes, but there was nothing casual about their relationship. It wasn’t anything like the relationship I had with my roommates. I’d think it would be lonely living in this huge house with servants who just treated you like a god and nothing more.
As soon as Michael left, I asked, “How long has he been working for you?”
“Michael worked with my parents before I took over the house, so it’s been something like seven years, I think.” He took a sip of his drink.
“Seven years and you two aren’t bros?” If I was going to do this with him, then I had to be myself. I wouldn’t be his assistant in bed or in our private life. I was his equal. I treated him as I would a friend and lover, not a boss who had a shit ton of money and power.
He almost spat out his drink. “No, I wouldn’t call Michael and me bros exactly. I have brothers; I’m bros with them… or rather one of them.” He sipped his drink again, looking a little off-color.
“Well, you should chill with Michael. You can never have too many friends,” I instructed as I drank my wine.
“Being friends with help can be dangerous.” His eyes were dark and penetrating.
“Not being friends with the people who work in your home can be dangerous.” I returned his glare in a playful way. “You’re a pretty dark and brooding guy at times, aren’t you? The Dark One, mysterious lover, fallen angel movies, the omnipresent boss at work, yet with perks like a basketball court and get fucked Fridays. Deep down, you’re a little sinister.” I was being an armchair psychiatrist, but his lack of chill was starting to bother me.
“Bingo. Actually, I’m just a little cynical. I wouldn’t go so far as to diagnose me as a Sith Lord just yet, but I have my brooding side. I don’t have a red room of pain; however, I do have a blue room of horror. I’d love to show it to you one day.” Michael returned with a platter of fruit, bread, and cheeses, and Sinclair eyed him, considering their “bro” status perhaps.
“Oh, my favorite!” I exclaimed looking at the food and trying to ignore the weird confession he’d just made. “My roommates and I have fancy finger food days at least once a month,” I blurted out, not realizing how pedestrian it might have made me sound.
“You told me you were a vegetarian, so I made sure Salvatore created some exquisite vegetarian offerings to tempt your pallet. Trust me; it will be a
celebration for your mouth.” Ugh, more highbrow from him.
“I’m excited.” I waited for him to serve me a plate of food as I didn’t want to appear too starving, even though I was. I figured I’d play a damsel in distress or whatever he wanted me to be for a while if I could get him to lighten up in return. “Looks amazing.” I picked up a glossy green olive dusted with spices and popped it in my mouth. “So this horror room…” I finally mentioned with the olive bobbing. “Is it like a dungeon kinda thing? ’Cause I’m just going to tell you now I don’t do whips and chains. If you have abuse issues, I’ll give you my therapist’s phone number, not my ass.” I smiled, hoping he didn’t weird out on me.
He burst out with a genuine laugh. “As right as you should. No, it’s a room full of horror memorabilia and nerdy stuff. It’s just off the theater I built into the basement. “I mean chains are fun… I like them, but no whips. Life is painful enough.” He finished filling his plate.
There it was, “life is painful enough.” Actually, life wasn’t that painful for most people and certainly not for him. I wonder why he thought it was.
“When you say you like chains, you mean?” I gave him the side-eye, trying to draw him out more.
“I mean I like them… for me. Sometimes I want to be… bound. A little cock torture can be fun…” He actually said that. “And… I use them in the theater to lock guests in the chairs so they’ll watch my movies. I may just make you watch a few of my film school firsts if you don’t behave.” His voice was finally playful, yet still sinister, crazy man.
“Oh no… please, Master, no!” I tried my best to amp up the histrionics. “So… you like to be bound? I’ll file that away in a safe place. I’m sure I could find some cock torture tutorials on YouTube.” I leered and picked up a tiny bite-sized carrot and bit down hard.
“Oh no you won’t…” he leered back. “They won’t be on YouTube, that’s for sure. Unless you want medical grade instruction. I’d say you’d have to dig a little deeper in the dark recesses of the web to find what I like… but not too deep. I enjoy a little titillating, but not brutalization. Why are we talking about this?” He was suddenly uncomfortable.
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