by Blue Saffire
Nicole turns in a small circle, bending in half, before reaching up and peeling her panties down her legs. I watch the descent of the small piece of fabric. It glistens with her juices.
Nicole steps out of her panties, one foot at a time, then looks over her shoulder, holding the scrap of fabric up as an offering to me. I move closer and take them from her fingertip. I bring them to my nose and inhale, groaning at how damn good they smell.
I place a hand on her waist, but she bites her lip and shakes her head at me, yet again. I remove my hand, as she reaches to remove her sexy black bra. I watch as my mouth waters.
Nicole tosses the bra, then deliberately climbs onto the bed. She flips to sat on her ass, throwing her legs out and up in the air, brown legs and heels on display. Her juicy pussy, open to my view.
She slides one hand down her center front. Pass her breast, over her navel, to her pearl. I clinch my jaw. My wife is trying to kill me.
~B~
Nicole
F***in With Me, by Tank is playing on repeat. The moment this song came on, I know I had to have Caleb to it. I’m not ashamed of the things I’ve done to this song while away from my husband.
They were all done with Caleb in mind. Some of the hardest climaxes I’ve given myself to date, were while masturbating to this song. Knowing I’ll get to have this with him now, has me dripping wet.
I circle my hips, as my fingers circle my clit. I keep my eyes on Caleb’s face. He’s focused on my every touch and caress. I smirk, it’s time for a little help.
“Caleb?” I whimper out.
His eye flicker to mine. “Yes,” he rasps.
“I need you to do something for me, Babe,” I say breathily.
“What,” he rumbles.
“Strip for me.” Caleb reaches to tug at his ties. I shake my head. “Slow down,” my own chest heaves with anticipation and arousal.
He nods and uses both hands to slowly remove his tie. It slips to the floor, just before he shrugs out of his suit jacket, letting it slip to the floor slowly as well. His hands go to his shirt buttons next.
I keep my eyes on him, as I continue to tease myself. I cup my breast and squeeze, biting my lip. I tilt my head to the side, as his bare chest comes into view. Caleb’s leaner, but it seems to make his chest and ab muscles look more defined.
I lick my lips and moan as my fingers slip pass my pearl to my folds. I tease my own lips, then allow my fingers to slip inside, at the same time Caleb’s shirt hits the floor. He reaches to unzip his boots and kicks them off one by one.
Caleb starts on his belt buckle and pants, next. I suck my lip, watching the way his bulge presses against the fabric. I start to gush, just from thinking of him inside me.
My toes curl in my shoes and I bend my legs at the knees. My thighs tremble from watching my man and my own touch. It doesn’t hurt that the hooded look Caleb is giving me is to die for.
His pants hit the floor, with the thud of his belt buckle. He pushes his boxer briefs from his hips, causing his erection to bounce free. I whimper and arch my back, pinching my own nipple.
Caleb gives up on slow, when he reaches to tug off his socks. Moving closer to the bed, he reaches for the tops of my thighs, tugging me down to the edge of the bed. He grasps my right leg, bringing my heeled feet next to his face.
Kissing my ankle right above my shoe, Caleb slowly releases the zipper and peels my shoe from my foot. He does the same with the other foot, then runs his large hands over my calves.
Taking my right leg again, Caleb starts to kiss and lick my ankle. “Don’t stop,” he says huskily, when my hand falls from my own heat.
I nod my head this time, going back to stroking myself. Caleb drags his tongue from my ankle to the anchor of my foot. His tongue, then flicks up to my toes and sucks each into his mouth in turn.
He nips at the heel of my foot, before his tongue makes a trip down the back of my calf to the nook of my knee. He sucks the skin, there into his mouth, before teasing me with quick flicks of his tongue.
“Caleb,” I cry out, as my body convulses in on itself twice.
Caleb murmurs something intangible, against my skin and continues his assault. His lips caress their way to my core, his tongue peeking out here and there along the way.
Caleb inhales at my center, but bypasses my moving hand at my core, for my other thigh. He sucks my flesh into his mouth and hums. When he releases the spot, he circles his tongue there.
He moves his way up that leg, to my ankle. I’m finished when he starts sexy patterns over my ankle, before suck my big toe into his mouth. It’s too much.
“I’m coming,” I pant.
“Let me, help,” Caleb says, lowering to his knees.
He knocks my hand out of the way and latches his mouth onto my wet lips. I start to convulse uncontrollably. My eyes roll to the back of my head. I throw my head back, lifting my back off the bed.
Caleb doesn’t just help, he takes my orgasm to the next level. My fingers lock in his hair and I rock my hips harder. My body locks up, when the fullness of my release hits me. My heart is pounding in my chest, although it has skipped a few beats.
I release Caleb’s hair and fall limply into the sheets. I’m mildly aware of my husband’s hands slipping underneath me. He lifts me up the bed, I feel the mattress dip under his weight, as he climbs on the bed above me.
“Baby,” he whispers.
I blink my eyes open, just realizing their closed. I reach to cup the side of his face. He dips his head and takes my lips in a passionate kiss. I meet his kiss, only to break it, to cry out.
“Ah,” I gasp out.
Caleb growls, as he pushes into my wetness. He hooks my legs over his forearms and intently does what I asked for earlier. He proceeds to fuck me, hard. I cling to his sweaty back, holding him to me.
“I’m sorry, Baby,” Caleb grinds out. “I won’t hurt you ever again. From now on, when you play with your pussy, it’ll be for me to watch. Not because you need a release. That’s my job, Darlin’.”
“Yes,” I scream. “Yes.”
He plows into me, rocking my body and the bed. He plants a hand on the headboard clawing at the cushion of the upholstery. I reach to wipe the sweat from his face. Caleb turns his head to capture my sweaty fingers in his mouth.
I clutch the sheets with my free hand. This man is killing me. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m approaching nirvana, I can feel it coming.
“Don’t black out on me,” Caleb grunts.
My lips curl into a weak smile. My entire body tingles. I will make no such promise, is my last thought as my orgasm meet super nova proportions.
~B~
Caleb
I’m still hard as a rock. Nicole has passed out on me. I knew she would, I could feel it in the way her body tightened and convulsed around me.
I’m not done. I pull from her warm body and sit back on my heels. I reach for her waist and flip her gently onto her stomach.
Leaning over Nicole’s body, I pant kisses to her thick thigh. Making my way to her ass. I take a small nip out of her ass. When she doesn’t respond. I take another, larger bite. She makes a small whimpering sound.
With my fingers I spread her cheeks, using my tongue to explore her other hole. In my head, I need to reclaim my wife. All of her.
I feast on her until she’s soaked in her juices and my saliva. I crawl over her body, trapping her thighs with my mine. I slide my cock back inside her tight pussy. I grasp her waist in one hand and the sheets in the other.
I bury my face in her neck and curse. She’s so snug. I start to slowly roll my hips against her ass. Nicole moans, but I know she not conscious yet.
I want to take her hard, but I won’t until she’s awake. Then I’m taking it all. I reach to brush my thumb against her puckered hole.
The moaning coming from beneath me increases. I move my face to her cheek and plant a kiss there. A smile spreads on her face.
“I told you not to pass,” I whisper
in her ear.
“It’s your fault,” she moans. I push the tip of my thumb into her ass and she gasps. “Babe, please.”
“Please, what,” I groan.
“I missed you. Show me how much you missed me,” she whispers back.
Her words send a shiver through me. I pull out of her wet pussy and line up with her other hole. Reaching beneath her, I start to play with her pussy. Slowly, I slide into her tight ring.
Nicole punches the bed. I bite down on her shoulder. I have to still. This woman is the world to me. Everything about her has the power to halt my world on its axes.
“Cal, don’t stop, please,” she pants beneath me.
I kiss away the sting of my bite and surge forward. I tighten my hold on her hip and the sheets. I’m not going to last long like this. Nicole lifts her ass up into me and I know I’m not.
I dig my toes into the bed and ride her hard. I can feel the tingling in my spine. This feeling isn’t even one to be described. I don’t know how I thought I was going to give this up.
I’m not able to do this with any other woman. Not just the connection I have with Nicole. Over the years, Nicole and I have tried so many positions. I’ve touched her in ways I know I couldn’t with anyone else, and I’ve allowed her the same with my body.
I don’t even think about what sex was like for me before Nicole. It was never like this. I can focus on chasing my climax. No distracting thoughts of my partner trying to touch me, or agonizing over the fact that I can’t just focus on sex.
I don’t want to let this moment go. A world without Nicole is a world that would ruin me. I don’t want to know that world.
“I love you so much,” I grunt. “You’re my world.”
“Come, Cal. It’s okay, Baby. I’m here, you can have me again. Come,” Nicole encourages.
I roar my release, bursting inside her tight body. I’ve never, and I mean never, come so hard. I see stars and the room sways a bit, and not from the ocean.
My wife. I’ll never doubt you again. You know me. You get me. I’ve got you.
chapter Thirty-One
Daddy Time
Caleb
“What are you guys doing here,” Nicole asks, when we step off the yacht. Her sisters are waiting for us with smiles on their faces.
We spent the morning making love. Not like the desperate fucking, we did last night. Not that anything was wrong with that. It’s just I got to cherish her this morning.
After showering together, we dressed in the clothes I had sent ahead to the yacht. Nicole teased me for my ambition. It feels go to be able to smile again. All of the anxiety has melted away.
I feel like I can do anything. I guess that’s why I chosen to be a little more ambitious today. I have another surprise for her. I plan to show her I can be a father to our children.
While I send Nicole for a day at the spa, I plan to take the kids for the day. God help me. I’m most nervous about taking care of my son, but I have to do this. I have to do it for me. Nicole’s brother Harris will be with me, but I plan to do as much on my own as I can.
I clear my throat. “There’s a helicopter ride waiting for you. You and your sisters are going to get pampered today,” I shrug.
“What about the kids. I need to get back home,” Nicole wrinkles her brows.
I kiss her forehead. “I’ll have them for the day. Don’t worry about it.”
Nicole beams up at me. “Really?” she says.
“Yes, Darlin’, really.” I pause and study her face. “Do you trust me with them?”
Nicole cups my face, lifting to her toes to kiss my lips. “You’re their father. Of course, I trust you. Have fun.”
I nod. “You too,” I murmur.
I see them off to the helipad, where their ride awaits and then I make my way home for my kids. This should be interesting.
***
“Would you like some more tea, Daddy?” Monica asks excitedly.
I shift on the uncomfortable chair once again. I’m having a tea party, in the back yard of my brother in laws house. Harris is inside with Caleb Jr., who’s napping.
“Sure, Sugar, go ahead and pour,” I smile at my daughter.
“This is so much fun, Daddy. Can we have a backyard like this at our new house?” Morgan asks, with her eyes sparkling.
“If that’s what you want,” I shrug.
“I like New York,” Morgan says, as she reaches for one of the cookies the three of us baked together. We made cupcakes too. I sucked at frosting them. Monica pointed that out.
“Me too,” Monica nods. “Oh, Daddy! Do you think Uncle Cam will come stay here now?”
“I don’t know about that,” I reply.
The question gets stuck in my head. I’ve been without Cam before. It was hard, but I had Nicole there at times to calm me. I don’t know if another move is in the cards for my brother.
“We’re going to Texas to see your Mama and Daddy. Are you going to come too?” Monica asks.
“I think I need to stay here with your Mama and get us a house. Daddy has a lot to take of here,” I say.
“Everything is going to be okay, Daddy,” Monica says like she’s the adult. “Mama loves you and you’re the best daddy in the world. Even on your bad days.”
My heart squeeze in my chest. I reach for my daughter, pulling her onto my lap. I bury my face into her hair and inhale. I love my family so much. Her words are just what I needed, without knowing I even needed them.
Morgan comes over and wiggles her way into my lap and the hug. I wrap my arms around my little girls and say a prayer. I know I won’t be the perfect father. I’ll make more mistakes than most, but I’m going to love my girls and my son with everything I have.
Morgan reaches to stroke my hair and looks up at me. “If you get sad again, Daddy, you don’t have to go away for so long. We’ll do quiet time with you.”
“Yeah, and we can get a daddy room in the new house. CJ doesn’t cry as much anymore, but you can still wear the ear thingies, Gran sent and your special blanket,” Monica adds.
I smile. This is why I know I can do this. This is why I should’ve realized it sooner. I have a support system. I always have. I think Nicole is right about staying in New York. Mrs. Joy reminds me of all my options, when I get too overwhelmed to see them.
I never took the time to use all the suggestions she gave me, because my Mama was relentless in telling me I could do this. Looking at my girls I truly don’t believe any of that anymore. Seeing Nicole and myself in their faces, I know they are the best of us both.
I want to be here to see them grow into the potential I see now. I want to give them the encouragement I wish I had as a little guy. I want them to have a daddy they can be proud of.
“No more, sad Daddy,” I murmur. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I turn my head towards the house as precious infant giggles fill the air. Harris has just stepped out with little Caleb in his arms. Caleb’s cheeks are red, as his head is thrown back in laughter.
Harris is tickling my son’s belly, causing the joyous sound. He makes it look so easy. I remember being scared shitless when the girls were born. I’m the same with Caleb. I know those are just my old demons, planted in my head, from too far back for me to remember.
Even when I was little and became fascinated with a smaller child, my Mama would make me back away, as if I would hurt them. In my head, babies are breakable and I have the power to break them. Well, at least that’s how I used to feel.
I look at my son now and ache to hold him and cause the same laughter. I’ve held Caleb plenty of times, but not without anxiety about it. I force myself to focus and push my anxiety down.
I think of Coach Mc Rye. Everything he said has made sense. I need to make my family my new sport. I know I can channel the same focus if I try.
The girls slide off my lap. Bouncing up and down, as they talk a mile a minute, telling Harris what a good time they’re having with me. I stand and move closer to Harris
to take my son.
Caleb nearly flings himself into my arms, when he sees me. My heart swells. My son doesn’t think he’s in danger in my arms. In fact, as soon as I have a hold on him, he’s fisting my shirt to pull himself up close to my face.
I chuckle when he leans in and slobbers all over my cheek. Tucking my face into his neck I blow a raspberry and little Caleb releases that sweet laugh I was aching for, only moments ago.
Harris pats me on my shoulder. “Never doubt yourself, Cal. You’re an amazing father. You’re a great husband too. My sister has always been happy with you.
“Having Liv and knowing how challenging life can be for you, I thought Nicole was nuts when I found out. I talked to her, asked her if she knew what she was getting herself into,” Harris smiles and shakes his head.
“She told me to mind my own damn business,” he chuckles. “Then, she sat me down and told me how much she loved you and what she loved about you. My little sister is smart.
“I know she wouldn’t make a poor decision without thinking it through, but when she spoke of you,” he shakes his head. “Her face was lit up the entire time. I knew you meant the world to her, not matter what you two had to face.”
I kiss my son’s head as I take time to filter through the words Harris has shared with me. Nicole has been my day one. A man couldn’t ask for a better woman.
“Thank you,” I nod.
~B~
Nicole
I’ve been standing here for a half hour, without them knowing. Harris let me in just before Caleb woke up. I told him I wasn’t ready to disturb Caleb’s day with the children.
I inhale deeply, as I watch my husband with our children. I don’t know how he ever doubted himself. Just the fact that he’s sitting in those tiny chairs with the girls and Caleb in his lap, says so much about the man.
What Caleb doesn’t realize is that he’s relaxed around the kids more often than not. He hasn’t shown signs of a one stem, since I’ve been standing here watching.
It’s because he’s totally focused on all three children. It’s in Caleb’s instincts to protect and care for what’s his, always. It’s one of the things I love about him.