Unexpected Gift(50)
She gives me a seductive look, slinking back down until she is face to face with my sack again. “I could stay down here all day. But…” Her mouth engulfs my cock again, taking a good six inches of it before coming back up, only to repeat the process again, and again.
She bobs her head faster, strokes my cock harder, squeezes my sack every now and then, and the urge to orgasm hits me hard. The sounds of her slurping, her blonde hair fanning over my legs, her honey-colored eyes glancing up at me every few seconds—I was a goner. I tap her shoulder, letting her know that I’m close. “Sunshine, if you don’t want a mouthful, now is the time to pop off.”
Instead of taking the warning, she redoubled her efforts. And the change in pace is all it took. One, two, three tongue flicks later, I roar, like a lion, covering my mouth with my hand as streams of come pump down her throat. I grunt, taking one hand from my mouth and placing it on her head, holding her down so my cock can squirt down that hot, officially no-longer-a-virgin throat. “Damn it, sunshine. Fuck.” I collapse, gasping for air.
“Was that okay?”
“Was that okay,” I mock. I feel like my soul just got sucked out of my body, and she is asking if it was okay. “Best blowjob I have ever had.”
“Don’t lie. I know it was slow and messy.” She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, getting all the spit off of it.
“Hey, I’m serious. It was the best. You were amazing, and it was the best because I was with you.” I tap her nose and give her a chaste kiss. I have no energy for anything else.
We lay there in silence, but I’m not thinking of anything. My mind isn’t in overdrive. I don’t feel any guilt like I thought I would, I just feel peace and happiness. And I kind of want to shout, finally! At the top of my damn lungs.
Me and this woman have been on this well-traveled road of denial long enough. Laying here with her, holding her, feeling the fight leave our bodies, my world has never felt so centered. I pet her arm as she lays her head on my chest. Her eyes flutter, fighting to stay awake. “It’s okay, go to sleep.” I kiss the top of her head and close my eyes when the smell of oranges hits my nose.
“No, Posie is too far,” she grumbles.
“As much as I don’t want us to get dressed, and it is underwear only, let’s go up to my room and sleep, okay, sunshine?”
Not three minutes later and we crawl into my bed, curling around one another like we are holding on for dear life.
“Caden?” She says, and her sleepy voice rubs me the right way.
“Yeah, sunshine?”
“You feel like my home. You always have.”
I don’t know if she meant to say that. She is drunk from exhaustion, but my heart soars from it, even if she didn’t mean to say it. A few seconds later, her breathing evens out, and I shut my eyes, feeling like I finally found my home, too.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Molly
Posie’s cry wakes me up from my orgasm-induced nap. I yawn and stretch, glancing to the right of me to see a naked Caden. I trail my fingers down his torso. His muscles stretch from his arm being thrown over his eyes. His chest rises and falls with every breath he takes, and the sheet is bunched at his waist. His bulge is well-pronounced, creating a damn mountain under the sheet.
“Oh, god,” I whisper, covering my mouth with my hands as memories start to resurface. We fooled around. I sucked his cock. I swallowed his come. He licked my pussy. He drank me down. Oh, god.
Posie’s cry echoes down the hall, and I sit up, grabbing one of his T-shirts laying on the ground. Since he is so big, everywhere, the shirt comes down to my knees. I throw my hair up in a messy bun and tiptoe out the door. I close his bedroom door, so he doesn’t wake up from her hungry wails.
I pass photos on the wall of him, Brandon, Amelia, and the entire family. Even a photo of me and him on his graduation day from med school decorates the wall. I guess he has cared, and he didn’t even know it. I didn’t either, I suppose.
“Hey, Posie. What’s wrong, baby?” I croon at her as soon as I pick her up out of her crib. I feel her diaper and notice it is heavy, so I lay her on the changing table and switch it out with a clean one. I sit down in the chair in the corner and hold her against my chest as she cries. “It’s okay. You’re okay. I know parents usually sing to their kids, but I can’t hold a tune to save my life, so how about a story of your daddy? Would you like that?” She continues to cry, not that she is able to answer me anyway.
I rub her back and rock the chair, trying to bring some sort of comfort to her. “So, for back story, we were five years apart, so we weren’t able to go to school together, not really. I was always the annoying younger sister who made him mad.” I spoke in her ear, in a calm even tone. “It’s a good story, I promise. Anyway, I think I was sixteen or seventeen, and he was starting his first year of med school. Maybe… he could have been getting his bachelor’s first, which you will be getting, but that’s another conversation for years from now. I’m getting off track. Your dad,” I stop speaking when my voice clogs with emotion. “Your dad was such a great brother. I had gotten myself into some trouble, but because I was so young, I had no idea how much trouble I was in until I thought it was too late.”