Bark

by Esther E. Schmidt

  “No condom,” Bark states. “I’m clean and never been with a woman without one so this will be the first, our first. I need to feel all of you without a damn barrier.”

  “I’m clean and on the pill.” I want to say hurry already but I manage to bite my lips before I sound too desperate.

  “Fuck, yeah,” he groans as he gently moves forward sliding in inch by inch. Or I should say piercing by piercing because the feel of those are indescribable.

  His hand travels up to my breast, squeezing gently before he rolls my nipple between his fingers. I cup his neck to bring his face down to me; I need his mouth on mine. My eyes roll into the back of my head when he’s filling me up completely. He gives me some of his weight while our tongues are swirling against each other. It’s an overwhelming experience to be cocooned by this man.

  Pumping slowly, it feels like he’s taking his time to make it all last, but for me it’s inevitable when he rotates his hips. My lips leave his so I can scream his name when my orgasm takes me by surprise.

  “I’ll be sure to remember that spot, darlin’,” he grunts while his speed picks up. “You light up beautifully when I do, and damn if that vice grip isn’t trying to squeeze the cum right out. Not yet, though. Not. Fucking. Yet.” His hips articulate every word. Slamming back and forth as I feel another orgasm starts to build.

  I scrape my nails along his back in an effort to pull him closer; I need more of him. But my hands fall back from his body when he leans back. A sound of disappointment rips from me when his dick leaves my body. Confused, I look up when he slips off the bed. Surprise hits me hard when I’m being grabbed by the ankle as he pulls me slightly off, turning my body so I’m now standing on the floor, gripping the bed as he bends me over, positioning me the way he wants.

  His hand slides up and down my back when he slams back into me. “Damn, darlin’, you feel so fucking good. Not gonna last when you’re allowing me to bury myself deeper like that. Can you feel it? I sure as fuck can. Every single twitch, rub, slide…” He groans in delight, making me moan while electricity bounces over my skin because of what he does to me, how he and his words enter me.

  His hand grips my shoulder hard, pinning me in place while his other grabs my wrists to bring my arms around my back. I have no control whatsoever, he’s taking it, dominating me in a way that I gladly submit into an overwhelming orgasm.

  I feel him thicken inside me even more before hot streams are pulsing inside me. Bark grunts loud that slips into a moan or shit, maybe it’s my name he’s moaning out. I’m not able to make sense of anything but the sweet and utter pleasure he surrounds me in.

  Out of breath and covered with sweat, he drags our bodies onto the bed where he makes sure that I’m draped over his chest the way he likes. Enjoying the feel of his rapid heartbeat underneath mine I take it all in. The way he placed me over his beating heart, how fierce he was in our lovemaking, how this man needed to clear my past so we could grow a future together that was all clear and open.

  That reminds me. “What happened with Monica?”

  Bark gave me the file to read with all the information they’d gathered. At first, I wanted to stay out of it, but now I’m glad they kept me in the loop. I first thought Monica was a bitch so it was gut-wrenching to hear the situation she was supposed to be in. Supposed because going in, they weren’t sure.

  “We were right.” I feel Bark stiffen underneath me. “I didn’t expect it to be that bad. Ferris took her to a rehab facility his nephew owns. Ferris’ nephew will keep a close eye on her and will keep us up to date about her situation.”

  We both fall silent after his words. In some way I want to hear about what he did to Ross and yet, I don’t even care or need to know. Bottom line is that the whole situation is handled. How quick my life changed when the salon blew up, how perfectly smooth it seems to be falling back into place.

  Bark abruptly flashes up, making me tumble from his chest onto the mattress beside him. “Oh, I found something you’re gonna love,” he tells me with a bright smile painting his loving mouth.

  My eyes slide down to his dick with those amazing piercings. Reaching out, I wrap my hand around it and squeeze. “I already found something I love,” I tell him.

  He groans and bends toward me sliding his tongue over my bottom lip. “You didn’t find that one, darlin’. You damn well stole it along with my heart.”

  “That’s right,” I croon, sliding up and down along his dick that’s hardening at the attention I’m giving him. “You’re all mine.”

  “Yes,” he hisses through his teeth. “Fuck, love. Keep it up and I’ll come all over your damn hand.”

  “No, you won’t,” I murmur against his lips before he can deepen the kiss I move down and take him into my mouth.

  His fingers dig into my hair to urge me on. Not like I need it, because with this man it’s like I can never get enough. The feel of his piercings rubbing my palm, the way he hardens even more with each stroke. It’s all a reminder of when he was inside me.

  A hand sneaks over my body and slides between my legs. When a mere touch grazes my clit, it causes the kind of fire inside me that tells me my orgasm is near. I hollow my cheeks and make sure to swirl underneath the head to give full attention to his sensitive spot. The growl that rips from his body and the way one of his fingers plunges inside me tells me this is exactly how he likes it.

  His thumb rubs small circles on my clit before pressing down hard. My orgasm hits, making me hum around his dick as I feel Bark start to pulse into my mouth. There isn’t even time for me to give him one lazy lick before I’m being pulled up to be caught by an intense kiss.

  “I knew there was someone special waiting for me,” Bark whispers against my mouth.

  My fingers wrap around his necklace. “Someone special like the stories people tell about the kind of love that’s stronger than anything you know. Someone you can share anything with.”

  “She was right,” he tells me with a voice loaded with emotion.

  The way our lives have crossed without knowing each other is a connection that enhances our belief that this is meant to be. My heart tugs with the sadness that his grandmother isn’t around to see that her grandchild has found what she found with her one and true love. Although only time will tell if we’re able to hold strong and build a future together the way we intend it to be.

  “Will you let me show you what I found for you?” Bark chuckles. “And I must say I’m not at all against you interrupting me with another blow job.”

  I roll my eyes but can’t help but giggle. “You’re safe to move now, I think I can restrain myself for a few minutes.’

  “Just a few minutes, huh?” He gives me a smug smile.

  “Show me already,” I demand and scoot my back against the headboard.

  Bark moves away from the bed and grabs his laptop. Starting it up, I watch how he clicks a few times before the screen fills with a real estate site. A few hits on the keyboard and I’m looking at a place that’s right next to a retirement home.

  “I think this is a great spot, look.” He flips through all the pictures that are listed on the site.

  I hear his voice ramble off details and yet I can’t say anything. There’s a lump in my throat and my eyesight is blurry. This man who saw everything I had blown up, the one who managed to steal my heart…he searched for a new place to open a salon. Next to where most of my clients come from.

  “It’s…it’s perfect,” I croak.

  He stops scrolling and locks his gaze with mine, emotions flowing freely and all for me.

  His hand reaches out, cupping my face and sliding his thumb over my bottom lip and adds, “You’re the one who’s perfect.”

  EPILOGUE

  Six years later

  ***Bark***

  I cross my arms in front of my chest and lean against the doorframe, shamelessly admiring the view of my wife lying in bed. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. I’m thankful each day that I’ve managed to slap a ring on h
er pretty little finger.

  It’s still early in the morning and I just came home from a two-day job in another state. I drove all night to come home. I hate leaving her with the kids. Well, our daughter is four and the other one is five months along in her belly, it’s not like she can’t handle it, but still.

  Isabeau, our daughter, who carries my grandmother’s name, went with my Prez. and his Old Lady. Ronin asked me in a text last night if it was okay if she went along with them. They’re going to the zoo with their own two kids and since Isabeau treats them as siblings, she was all too excited to go this morning. I told her to be as quiet as a mouse so mommy could sleep.

  Raising a tiny human isn’t all roses and fucking sunshine. It’s diapers that can’t handle the shit, so it explodes all over their tiny bodies, nights without sleep, and one bug after the other that has the both of us awake to comfort the little one. But in the end it’s all worth it, because it’s our life and we make it work.

  This second pregnancy though? It’s wearing her out. Isabeau’s was a piece of cake, no morning sickness, nothing. But this one? Let’s just say we’re both glad the morning sickness is gone and hasn’t raised its ugly head for a few weeks now. But she still needs to build up her strength and sleep when she can.

  Of course, Jodi blamed me the second we heard this one was a boy. Something about guys being hellions and like father like son. Doesn’t matter because I’m proud as fuck and will do anything for my family.

  “Hey,” Jodi croaks as her hands go up to stretch before snuggling them back underneath her pillow. “When did you get back?”

  Pushing off the doorframe, I stalk to the bed and sit down. I brush away her hair that has fallen into her face. “Just now. Right on time to get our little munchkin ready for a trip to the zoo with Ronin and Anouk.”

  Her eyes widen. “Isabeau is off to the zoo all day?”

  “All day,” I confirm.

  I see her mind going into overdrive. This woman is so magnificent with running her salon with four girls on a payroll and yet manages to do so much for the community too. Her heart is big, but right now I need her to be a little selfish.

  “No, Jodi. I’ve texted Nora and she’s gonna open the salon and take care of it today. You have nothing else to do but enjoy yourself. So that means you’re going to stay in bed, catch up on some sleep or watch TV for all I care, but you’re taking this day.” I brace myself for an outburst. She loves to give me hell when I interfere with her stuff.

  Not that I do it all too often. When I do it, most times it’s to challenge her because make up sex is just too damn good. I love seeing the fire in her eyes and it allows the both of us to blow off some steam. Although that doesn’t last long, I did mention make up sex, right?

  But instead of giving me shit, her face lights up and she graces me with a beautiful smile while snuggling deeper into the pillow. She pats the bed next to her. “Come on. If it’s my day, I want snuggle time.”

  “Yeah right,” I snort. “Snuggle time means rubbing that fine ass of yours against my dick. Most times that’s your translation for ‘I need your dick inside me so lemme have it’. I did say it’s your day but, darlin’…you need to rest up instead of me wearing you out.”

  And now she looks like she’s going to give me hell. Before she can do so, I jump out of her reach, grab the hem of my shirt and throw it over my head.

  “I’m gonna take a shower.” Should make it a cold one, I mentally add, and disappear into the bathroom to rob her from replying.

  Instead, I take my time enjoying the hot water comforting my muscles. I’ve been riding all night. Ferris wanted to crash in a motel for the night to get some shut eye, but there’s something about going home to your family that keeps you awake and alert to get back home and into your own bed. But damn…I’m feeling that shit now.

  Maybe it’s the warmth of the water or the realization that I’m home and everyone is safe and taken care of, but suddenly I’m dead tired. Shutting off the water, I make quick work to dry off before I stroll back into the bedroom.

  Jodi’s sleeping. Just as I thought…she needs this; sleep and a full day where she only has to take care of herself. Between the salon and all the mundane things that come with raising a family, it’s exhausting. Not to mention the pregnancy. And this little woman doesn’t let me handle the cleaning or the cooking. Nope, take fucking turns instead of me taking shit out of her hands so she can put her feet up.

  Right now, though? She’s taking what I give her and that’s the reason I wrap my arm around her waist, pull her close and snuggle against her. Damn she smells great. I close my eyes and drift off.

  Dreams should always be vivid. The one I’m experiencing now is every man’s fantasy. Might end in a damn wet dream, that’s for sure. The loud moan escaping me makes my eyes flash open. Fuck. That’s damn embarrassing. I mean when you scream out in your sleep, the one next to you gets the impression you’re having a nightmare…Me? I’m having a damn porn-dream. Try explaining that one, huh?

  My eyes collide with the same back and ass that was the centerpiece of my dream; my wife riding my dick. And thank fuck my dream has flipped to reality because this is way better. My hands dig into her flesh so I can spread my fingers on her lush ass, guiding her up and down.

  She releases a damn sexy moan as she looks over her shoulder. “Oh, good, you’re awake.”

  Her feet were digging into the mattress but now that I’m awake she slides to her knees and balances on her hands that are now between my legs. Fuck. This gives me a full front visual of her pussy that’s greedily taking my dick. I can barely hold myself back not to flip her over and fuck her hard. Gotta keep that belly safe but damn, she’s making me crazy.

  Raising up, I wrap my arms around her and guide her upper body down with me. Her knees come up so her feet are back on the mattress to lift that lush ass slightly, balancing herself while she gives me the room I need. Planting my own feet, I start to thrust my hips up in a rhythm that her pussy is asking me for. My hand sneaks down, feeling my dick sliding in and out while I take some of the wetness and find her clit.

  She buckles against me and cries out when I press down to make slow circles. So fucking sensitive. Her pussy clamps in anticipation around my dick and dammit, I didn’t think it could get harder but she manages to pump my body to its full extent.

  “You gonna come for me, darlin’?” I whisper into her ear, hearing her breath catch. “Squeeze my dick the way I like it so I can follow you into oblivion?”

  She uses all the air she has to keep breathing, unable to form words, but I damn well feel she’s close. One more circle over her clit and she lights up. She grinds herself against me while her pussy strangles the cum right out of me. As I grunt her name, we both surrender to the pleasure we take from each other.

  We are both exhausted and yet I don’t even try to slide her off me. Instead when she tries to move I keep her pinned. “Stay put,” I growl.

  Because for real, my dick softening inside that hot pussy, my hand on her belly that’s filled with our child…fucking heaven right there.

  “Best place in the house,” she sighs in contentment.

  My fingers trail over her skin reminding me of the fact that I’ve found everything life has to offer. The perfect fairytale my grandmother used to rave about to anyone who would lend her an ear. One of those being the woman I hold in my arms. The woman I repeatedly fall in love with every damn day.

  “Damn straight,” I croak while my fingers reach her beating heart. A heart I know loves me in the exact same way.

  THE END

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