by Cee Smith
“Nothing really. I mean, Hailey was able to vent, but it’s not like he said anything. He didn’t admit or apologize for what he did, but she was able to finally lay it all on the line with him, so I think the conversation went well.” She shrugged her shoulders, her brown hair lifting with the rise and fall of them. Something about her movements reminded me how different the two were. Jessa was the complete opposite of Hailey in almost every way. I actually liked that, liked knowing that there wasn’t another woman out in the world that looked like my woman. She was unique.
“How did she take it?”
“She was pissed. Rightfully so, but she’ll be OK. That conversation has been years in the making. She’ll feel better about it in a few days, I’m sure.” Jessa looked across my face, taking in everything from my eyebrows down to my lips, measuring the way I responded to this bit of information. When she seemed satisfied with my response, she said, “Like I told my sister when she first brought you home, I just want what’s best for her. If you make her happy and she’s safe, then I can’t argue with her life choices. But make no mistake, I’m not happy about this, and if I find out you’ve hurt her in any way, I’ll chop off your balls and make you wear them as a necklace.”
I tried to ignore the way she said “brought you home” as if I were some fucking stray about to be put down at the local animal shelter. Instead I replied, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
***
Hailey whispered across the top of Ellie’s head, her voice feathery soft yet animated as she relayed the adventures the story held. She was so enraptured that she hadn’t noticed I’d stepped into the room. I waited momentarily in the doorway, happy to play voyeur to my wife and daughter. Hailey was so good with her.
When we talked about coming back to New York, I was a little nervous. Neither of us knew what to expect with a new baby, and this far away from her former home, Hailey wouldn’t really have the support of her family, but she was insistent that she could do it. Whether she was proving it to herself or to me, I wasn’t sure, but she was adamant that she would be a hands-on mother.
Hailey’s body gave a slight jump when I placed my hands on her shoulders. She tipped her head back to look up at me.
“Everything good?”
“Yes.”
“Where’s Jessa now?”
“She was entering the library when I left the table.”
Hailey shivered as I ran my hands through the strands of hair running down the back of the chair, caressing the tips that felt like the finest silk.
“I need a haircut,” she said in the same whisper she used to read to Ellie. I placed a chaste kiss on her forehead and moved to the right of the chair with my arms out to receive my little angel who had fallen asleep sometime between dinner and her bedtime story.
“Your hair is beautiful,” I said as she placed Ellie in my arms. Ellie stirred as she was deposited into the folds of my arms, settling in deeper as if finding the “just right” position. I fluffed the tufts of tan hair, and my fingers traced across her rosy cheeks and a bump of nose before I eased her into her crib.
I didn’t bother turning to Hailey as I exited the room. I simply trailed my finger across the top of her knee. Her leg jumped and I relished the way her body reacted to just the brush of my finger. My nail scraped across the ridges of her jeans before my hand found the warmth of hers atop the chair’s arm. Her hand reached for mine like a lifeline, and she followed me as I made my way to the bedroom.
The room was dark, but I didn’t need the lights to know every outline of her body. Every line, every curve, every hair on her head I’d memorized—tucked away for days when I doubted that she would stick around after everything I’d put her through.
Those dark blue eyes that rivaled the ocean floor beckoned me in the darkness. With hills for hips and skin that glowed, Hailey was a treasure chest full of mysteries, and my body was the key to unlock the Pandora’s box of cravings. I wanted to take my time though. I wanted to savor every moment that our bodies raged with unwavering need.
She shut and locked the door, and when I pulled her into my side, I could make out the faint line of her lips and the mischievous smile stretched across her face. Her full lips were pulled tight, and I instantly grew hard thinking about the feeling of her lips kissing down my shaft and across my balls.
My hands traced a slow path from her palms, up to her arms, and down the sides of her breasts until I met the space between her shirt and pants. I slipped my palm beneath her shirt, her muscles quaking beneath the touch of my hand.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are today?” I groaned as I took in the lightly bronzed skin still holding the remaining vestiges of summer. Her hand dropped to the clearly defined bulge in my slacks, where the feel of her hand tempted me, urging me to erupt before I could sate myself inside the warmth of her body.
“No. I haven’t talked to you all day,” she said, her voice ripe with need. I didn’t need to hear the ache in her voice; I could see it in her eyes. The light of the moon slipped in through the sheer curtains, making the whites of her eyes glimmer like nickels.
My face aligned with hers as I snuck in close to whisper in her ear, “Did you miss me last night?” Her breathing stuttered, falling out of sync with her pulse that galloped like a horse at the Kentucky Derby. I pressed in closer to the delicate flesh that sent signals of my presence throughout her body—warnings that satiation was near.
“Yes,” she breathed, pressing her body closer to mine until the pinpoints of her hardened nipples stabbed through her bra and my shirt.
“Do you think I missed you?” I grinned between kisses I placed against her jawline.
“I bet you beat off this morning thinking about how wet my pussy gets for you.” I bit her neck, deep enough for her to suck in a breath, deep enough to leave indentations of my teeth in her skin.
She wasn’t wrong. I’d very rarely had the opportunity to jerk off anymore because it was so infrequent that Hailey would see me hard and not do whatever it was to relieve the swelling.
That morning, I groggily stumbled into the shower with a pressing urge to release the need that had bubbled through my body like a poison. The water was hot, creating thick clouds of steam that seemed to hover around my body, making my skin sweat in all the areas that weren’t pummeled by the stream of water. I crooked my head back, releasing my mind of all the tension.
Hailey was never far from my thoughts—her skin, her smile, the feel of her hair, the way her body moved beneath mine whenever I drove between her legs. My hands moved to cup my balls on instinct, like cause and effect—I thought of Hailey and instinctually my hands found their way to tug and stroke at the erection that lifted like an image from a pop-up book. It didn’t take me long before I was coming, thick spurts of white ribbon pooling at the base of the shower. That was the thing I loved and hated about jacking off to thoughts of Hailey: I came too quickly. As if my memory knew all the pressure points to have me jizzing like a twelve-year-old boy with his first foray into Penthouse. I finished my shower, shuffling the coagulated remnants of my seed down the drain before exiting the enclosure.
She nibbled my ear, pulling me back to the present with the feel of her lips on my skin, lathing between bites.
“I didn’t make it to thinking about that wet pussy. I came just from the thought of these lips.” I turned my head to capture her mouth. Her lips were smooth and soft, but her kisses were firm with a passion ignited by my tenacity. My tongue ran across her bottom lip, pressing deep within the recesses of her mouth. One hand found the back of her head, pulling her in deeper to meet my ravishing tongue, while the other hand rubbed frantically across the expanse of her back, desperate to evaporate the fabric that separated me from the silken skin beneath my palm.
Her tongue took lazy swirls through my mouth as if the notion of time were nothing more than a thought dreamed up by those needing a reason to feel busy. Her tongue tangled with mine before she sucked my lips between hers. Her s
hirt dissipated beneath my seeking hands, and within seconds, I was watching her bra fall to the ground. I broke away from her kiss and worked the underside of her chin down the column of her neck, suffusing her skin with my gluttonous mouth. I paused, letting her scent penetrate my nose. She smelled like something to devour. My mouth watered with the scent of vanilla and honey and something else that reminded me of freshly made pastries. I backed us up to the edge of the bed so I had clear access to her perky breasts, which begged for my tongue.
She held my head to her nipple, urging me to continue as she dismissed her pants with a swift kick of her feet. I was careful not to suck too hard on her rosy tips, instead licking them roughly. I pulled back to observe the glossy look of my saliva still fresh on her nipple before kissing my way to her other breast. Hailey shook with obvious need, and her hands reached down to peel my shirt up. I broke away briefly to let the shirt pass over my head before returning to feeling her puckered skin between the bite of my teeth.
“I need more. Please Dominic. Fuck me.”
“Ah, my angel needs a good fucking, does she?”
“Mmmhmm,” she said with yearning as her eyes closed and her head tilted back.
Hailey tumbled to the sheets with her legs sprawled out in the most obvious invitation. The invisible lasso that tethered her to me wrapped around my dick and pulled me closer, prompting me to take my fill of her, to fill her wet pussy with every hard inch of me that stood proudly for her gaze.
Ellie chose that moment to send a signal of distress. Both of us paused as we attempted to decipher her wails. Her shrill cries transformed to mottled hiccups before snuffing out completely.
I took up position at the end of the bed sandwiched between her splayed legs. She watched with lustful eyes as I unbuckled my belt, drawing out every swish of the leather through the loops of my pants. The sound of my zipper being drawn drowned out the sounds of her laborious breaths. When my pants finally hit the floor, I grabbed Hailey by her hips, scooting her to the middle of the bed.
My knees sunk deep into the mattress, and I folded her bent legs open like butterfly wings. Her eyes widened and eyebrows lifted to her hairline as my lips burned a trail down her stomach. I could see the surprise alighting her face when I didn’t immediately drop between her thighs and attack her sopping seam with my tongue—I was never one for delayed gratification, but I always did like the sound of her begging.
“Mmm. Dominic.” Her hips lifted from the mattress seeking something to grind against. She squirmed and twisted with every careful kiss placed around her belly button and along the curve of her hips. I could see her juices glistening like morning dew waiting for the heat of my tongue to capture every last drop of her.
My tongue snaked along the outside of her lips, savoring the sweet flavor escaping her cunt, as she thrust against my mouth for more. Her eyes mirrored the passion existing in mine as she watched me gulp down her essence like a man possessed. My thumbs peeled her open to receive me. I speared her with my tongue and groaned at the way her muscles clenched down on my tongue, lodging me within her depths. She released me with a quiver, and I lapped her from cunt to mound in long, slow swipes that had her shifting from side to side as she fought against coming.
I felt her restraint in the piercing fingers that clutched my shoulders. She was one soft blow away from coming undone.
“Dom. Please.” Her words rushed out between elaborate pants.
“What’s that, matakia mou? Tell me what you need.”
“To come. I need to come,” she groaned.
“Do you deserve to come on my tongue?”
“Yes.”
“You’ve been a good girl?”
“Yes. I’ve been good.”
“How so?” My words were torture as I stopped licking her to speak close enough for her to feel the vibration of my words between her lips. I flicked my tongue against her hardened bundle of nerves.
Her response came out like warbled cries, and I could barely make out a word between her thrashing head and thrusting hips—a look that rivaled a bucking Bronco.
“You’re right. You’ve been good.”
“Flip over,” I growled, smacking the top of her thigh. I gripped her hips hard as she scrambled to get on all fours.
I gripped her ass cheeks, prying her open so my mouth was primed to lick her pussy from behind. Stretching my tongue from the top of her slit down to her cunt, I slurped hard before I snaked all the way back. Her back arched as I tongued the rim of her ass. I spread her cheeks with my hands, getting closer access.
“Dominic. Oh God.”
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
“I want to feel your tongue in me.”
I speared my tongue into the tight ring of muscle as I forced two fingers in her pussy, rubbing the inside of her walls. My tongue was voracious as if scraping the inside of a bowl for remnants of cake batter. She whimpered and mewled as I devoured every morsel of skin. Her whole body worked to the pace my fingers and tongue set, pushing back and lifting up. When her thighs began to shake, I knew she was close, hovering so close to the cliff, but waiting for my words to set her off.
“Come,” I demanded into the crease of her ass. Her body peaked like a mountain ready to release an avalanche of sweetness just for me. Her body stilled, and I threw my hand over her mouth to catch the cries that I always elicited from her. A rush of hot breath met my palm as I smothered her screams. I continued licking her through her orgasm, her body still convulsing with every swipe of my tongue. Her velvet walls clutched at the fingers still deep inside her, inviting me deeper and to fill her up fully.
Her juices coated my palm, which I spread across the seam of her ass before licking the remnants of her come from the creases of my hand. Her face was turned back toward me, watching me through the fog of her orgasm. Her blonde hair hung down the side of her face, across the front of her shoulders, drawing attention to the flush now coating her cheeks.
When I shifted up on my knees, her eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and wariness. I’d only taken her anally once or twice while she was still out of commission after the baby, but she seemed to like it. It was like a piece of jewelry only worn for special occasions. It would lose its luster if I brought it out all the time. I would continue doing it so long as that was the face that met me every time she suspected I would take her ass.
“Do you remember what I told you?” I asked while running my thumb through the fresh coat of juices I just slathered across her coiled rim. She closed her eyes and gave a shy nod as I watched her diaphragm expel. Her back dropped low and her ass arched closer to my tickling fingers. I massaged her back muscles pulled taut with expectation. When I felt her muscles give beneath my hands, I gripped my shaft priming myself for entry.
I heard her intake of breath at the first push of my dick tunneling into her. Her ass was tight and her muscles tense despite how relaxed she looked. With the smack of my palm against her ass, she expelled another lungful and relaxed for me. I burrowed in deeper, sucking in air as the feel of her had me nearly bursting. After I was buried to the hilt, I took a pause to swallow back the orgasm that threatened to erupt with the slightest wiggle.
“Fuck, you’re tight. How does it feel, baby?”
“Full. I don’t think I can move.”
“I’ll move enough for the both of us. Give yourself over to me. Let me make you feel good.”
“Yessss.” The word dragged on as I picked up the pace. A few thrusts and she was opening up for me like a flower unfurling its petals with the first sign of spring. My fingers strummed across her clit, relaxing her enough until she was mimicking my movements, pushing back as I rocked forward and pulling forward as my hips swung back—making the force of our connection stronger with each crash of my dick to her ass.
“I own every part of you, don’t I?” I asked over the slapping sound of my thighs meeting the backs of hers.
“You do. Ah, you do,” she gritted as I took her especially hard
on that last stroke. Her words pumped a new rush of blood to my dick, and I felt like I would explode just from the sound of her voice.
“I could fuck this ass anytime I wanted, couldn’t I?”
“Yes, Dominic!” Her body began to hum, signaling her rising need.
“I own your orgasms. You come when I tell you.”
“Yes! Yes!” Her voice rose with hysteria, and I was too lost in the sensation to think of covering her mouth.
“You’re so close. This little ass is clutching me so tight. I can feel your desperation.”
“Please. Don’t torture me,” she cried.
“Hailey, you’ve already come once. If I was truly torturing you I would bring you to the edge over and over without pushing you over. Have I been so good to you that you don’t know what real torture feels like?”
My arms wrapped around her stomach, not allowing her access to flee.
“All right. All right. Settle down,” I said as I slipped one hand beneath her, stilling her with a firm palm against the top of her mound. “When I count to three, I’m going to pull out and you’re going to come. Understand?”
She gave a frantic shake of her head, but I could tell my words were meaningless at this point. She was like Pavlov’s dog with the word “come.” Her hands tensed within the sheets, bundling the material within her fists as she awaited my count.
“One, two—” I began to pull out just as her lungs burst with a desperate cry.
“Dominic. Dominic. Dominic.” My name on her lips and the way she panted out her orgasm pulled my come in thick bursts across her back, jetting as high as her shoulder in some pulls. When her skin was splattered with my come like a Pollock painting, I shook my head at how she jumped the gun. I should have suspected she wouldn’t make it to “three,” but I was so busy trying not to come like an erupting geyser, shooting my load into the air, that I wasn’t able to hush the sounds of her screams.
After he took me one more time, pounding me so hard I thought he was trying to leave a permanent imprint of his dick on the inside of my walls, we laid together—with me snuggled up in the crook of his arms. The arm that was wrapped around my shoulder was lodged in the mass of my hair tumbling across my breasts. Every now and then his fingers would slip across my nipple, sparking a desire that ran straight to the apex of my thighs. I tried shifting onto my side to allow myself the much needed time to come down from my sexual high, but then Dominic would push my shoulder back, re-opening the space between us to allow his fingers space to roam.