by Tara Gill
The point was he shouldn’t be doing it for me. “I’m very sure.”
Easton vanished and closed the door behind him, giving us privacy.
“I love you, my mate.” He pressed his lips to me tenderly. Soon the kiss turned passionate.
“Here. Sit.” He pulled off my dress and sat me in his chair. Reuben hung my legs over either side of the armchair so that I was spread wide open for him. I should’ve been embarrassed to be so intimately open to him, but I wasn’t. Reuben was a part of me, and anything we did together felt right and loving.
“Fuck! Look at you, all open and shiny,” he groaned and buried his face between my thighs. He licked me from my opening to my clit and down again and devoured my juices. His thumb pressed against my rosette. I grabbed the back of my chair and just rode it out, crying out his name as he made me come more than once with his lips and tongue and teeth.
When I flopped back, sweaty and gasping, he pulled away to meet my gaze, chin wet with the proof of my arousal. “I could taste you for hours — and I will — but right now, I need to be inside you.”
Shedding his clothes, he lifted me. He sat on the chair and mounted me on his upright cock, facing away from him on his lap. “Brace yourself on the desk and fuck me.”
He leaned back, letting me have all the control. So I fucked him. I braced myself and without shame, I ground myself onto him. It was like a dance. I gyrated my hips to an elemental rhythm that was uniquely ours. Instinctively, I moved to hit the right spots, the right ridges to achieve maximum pleasure for both of us. Once I clenched on him by accident and his groans increased in intensity, so I also worked on his cock with the muscles of my channel, while I pushed up and down on him.
Reuben’s groans became louder and his hands clenched on my waist, holding me still.
“That’s enough! Take my cum, Jasmine! Come for me!” Holding me still, he slammed into me from below, furiously rubbing my clit. That was all it took. With a sobbing cry, I began to convulse. My spasming pussy pulled him into orgasm too, and he yelled. Hands clasped tight on my waist, he came in shuddering spurts, and warmth filled my insides.
Panting, I glanced down at myself, seated on Reuben’s naked lap. I was impaled on Reuben’s cock and our combined juices dripped down my thighs. Tiny marks and love bruises covered my body from last night. I would have more tomorrow. Eyes closed, I leaned back and rested my head on his shoulder.
He nuzzled my hair, gentle hands petting my belly. “Marry me, Jasmine. Be my wife, let’s build a family together.” Reuben’s voice was husky with hope.
For a moment, my thoughts slid to the past five years. It had been an emotional desert. Although I’d had the semblance of a career, I’d mostly drifted. All my dreams were of family. Belonging. Love.
And now those dreams were coming true. My lips curved as a deep sense of contentment filled my heart. “Yes,” I said simply.
Epilogue
Reuben
Ten months later…
Sounds of infant gurgles and whuffles came from the baby monitor.
I padded to the nursery which Jasmine had decorated in sunny yellows and whites. Catrina moved her limbs restlessly. Big, bright eyes blinked at me. Two fat teardrops sparkled on her chubby cheeks. Her eyes were the same yellow-gold of her Mommy and seeing them wet with tears caused a wrench in my heart.
How did I ever get so lucky to have two such great loves in my life?
Lifting her, I murmured, “Do you need a clean diaper? You’re such a smart little princess. You knew not to scream and wake your mommy, didn’t you?”
I changed her diaper and rested in the rocking chair with Catrina on my chest. She sucked from her bottle, eyes looking up at me as if I was her world. Her tiny hands played with her small feet, and in the curve of my arm, she looked like a doll.
When the bottle was empty, I tugged it away. She smiled at me. A wide, toothless, happy grin. Jasmine insisted it was just gas, but I knew better.
“You know who your Daddy is, don’t you? You’re the smartest baby in the whole world, yes you are!” I played with her fingers and toes and hummed to her until she went down again. Belly filled, clean and dry, she dozed off.
I placed her in her crib, covered her with her animal baby blanket, and left the room on quiet feet. In our room, I pulled off my pyjama pants and slid back into bed, curving around the warm body of my mate.
Jasmine stirred. “Is the baby asleep?”
“Yep, she went down after drinking her milk like a good girl. Now it’s time for her Mommy to sleep.”
Jasmine turned around and tried to kiss me. I kissed her back, then pulled away. “Nuuh. Sleep now, sex later. If you rest now, I promise to make up for it in the morning.”
Jasmine pouted. But I was firm. For the past two days, Catrina had suffered from colic and cried incessantly. It was a strain on Jasmine. I’d make sure she got her rest, even if it meant I’d lie awake all night sexually frustrated.
“What about this?” She rubbed my erect cock.
“It’ll be waiting for my mate to take care of it in the morning. Now sleep.”
Sliding a hand down her front, I rubbed her clit. I knew exactly where to stroke, to pinch and how much pressure to give her. In moments, she was shuddering and crying out into the pillow.
“Rest.” Soon Jasmine curled against me fast asleep a smile on her face, her naked ass against my rigid cock, while I thought about work in an attempt to keep my erection down. Having my mate naked in my arms — warm and smelling good — wasn’t exactly an incentive to keep my attention away from sex.
In the morning when she stirred, I was waiting for her. I fucked her with my finger, pressing on her clit with a thumb, until she was wet enough. When she opened her bleary eyes, I was already sliding into her.
“Wha..oh.”
“Its going to be quick and fast. Come with me.” My threshold was low, being horny for her all night. I pounded into her and she met me with enthusiasm, thrusting her hips back at me. The mattress shook.
Putting my mouth to her engorged breasts, I suckled. Her sweet milk fell on my tongue. I ground my pelvis against hers, pressing against her clit.
“Reuben,” she moaned.
“Now, Jasmine!” I slammed into her with all my might and we exploded at the same time. Shudders rocked my body and my cum spurted into her convulsing, tight, wet, pussy.
My breath slowed, and I pressed a kiss on the side of her neck. I hoped she’d become pregnant again. Jasmine always wanted a big family with lots of children and I wanted to give that to her.
A wail came from the nursery. Jasmine pushed at me. “She’s awake. And hungry, I bet.”
I rolled off Jasmine and fell on my back, breathless. Jasmine got up, pulled on her robe and left for the nursery. I could hear her cooing at Catrina. I went to the bathroom for a quick shower and dressed, planning my day.
We had a delivery due today. Someone would be here to get the samurai swords and statues that a Japanese client had commissioned. Business had boomed ever since the success of the medieval TV mini-series that I’d forged set pieces and weapons for. Word spread, and I received queries, orders from showbiz all over the world, so many that I had to turn work down. Work was hectic enough that I’d even hired a new apprentice-assistant.
Joey would be here at nine.
Answering a few emails on my phone, with my Stan pical monosyllabic responses, I stopped when Jasmine entered carrying Catrina. She sat on the bed, pulled off her robe and fed the baby. The adoring expression on both their faces as they stared at each other entranced me. I took a quick snapshot of them on my phone. Jasmine glanced up and smiled. “Don’t you have that delivery today?”
“Yep. Gotta make sure everything is packed up for the journey. But not before kissing my girls.” I placed a kiss on my daughter’s tiny foot. She made cooing noises at me. Jasmine and I exchanged a tender kiss which stretched out for several minutes.
I pulled away and kissed the tip of her nose.
My heart felt full of happiness. “I love you Jasmine.”
She cupped my cheek with gentle fingers and gazed at me, her eyes serious and filled with love. “Me too. Thanks for making all my dreams come true.”
Epilogue
Jasmine
Eighteen months later…
I carefully cut the head of lettuce and placed it in a small basket, which also held some cherry tomatoes meant for today’s lunch. Glancing around at the medium-sized greenhouse, at the rows of organically grown greens, kale, and flowers that were illuminated by the midday’s sunrays, I sighed with pleasure.
I would have a full stall for this weekend’s farmer’s market and my goods would most likely be sold out too. Last week, a Clearwater restaurant owner had approached me about supplying fresh vegetables for their kitchens, but I’d demurred for now, as I wasn’t producing in quantities large enough for a restaurant. Maybe things would change, but I was happy with my gardening remaining a self-supporting hobby. My little family commandeered most of my time, and I loved it that way.
The greenhouse had been a surprise gift from Reuben on our first wedding anniversary. I’d been overjoyed — we’d christened the space right away and I showed him my appreciation all night.
As I turned to head to the house, strong, masculine arms grabbed my waist, and jerked me back against a powerfully built chest. I recognized Reuben’s scent immediately. Ever since the mating bite, I’d grown more growly, and short-tempered, but my senses also became a tad sharper.
“When did you return? You surprised me!” He’d been out for a delivery to a nearby client and was gone before I woke up this morning.
“I drove in a minute ago and had to come kiss my sexy wife,” he muttered hotly into my ear. His firm lips scattered a string of kisses up my nape and bit my earlobe, then his tongue was in my ear. My pussy dampened, and I leaned back against him, rubbing my backside against the hard ridge that pressed against me.
This friction wasn’t enough for me. I twisted and dropped to my knees. Unzipping Reuben’s jeans, I took his stiff erection out; it bobbed against my face, smearing precum on my cheek. Yum. I wiped the cum off with my finger, and licked it, my heated eyes holding his avid gaze.
Reuben’s face and body were now healed. Easton had come through for us. His coven had discovered the witch whose spell the cougars had used to disfigure Reuben. Easton found a way to undo the blood magic and now Reuben was even more handsome compared to the man I’d met over a year ago. He was a happier man — it showed in his new laugh lines — and I found myself jumping him on most days, much to his delight.
He groaned, a hint of red on his cheekbones. “If you’re so hungry for my cum, there’s more where that came from.”
“Oh, I want more all right,” I drawled, stroking him up and down with my hand.
Half-lidded gaze on me, Reuben fisted my hair and shook my head lightly. He knew how much I loved it when he did that. My lips parted, and my breath came in pants. “Open up.”
I parted my lips, and he placed his cockhead on the flat of my tongue. Closing my lips around him, I sucked, lapping at the drop of ejaculate. Then hollowing my cheeks, I slid up his length, applying suction.
His head fell back, and he clutched me tighter. “Oh, you’re really good at that. You’re such a good little cocksucker. You love tasting me, don’t you?” he said in a gravelly voice.
“Always.” I pulled off, inhaled, and then took him in my mouth again, going higher this time. With one hand, I played with his balls, hefting them, pulling them. Reuben’s thighs started to tremble.
“Mmm.” I moved my head up and down his cock, enjoying the texture — of silk on steel, the veins and ridges on his swollen cock — the musky taste, and swallowed around him, so that he was in my throat and my nose met his belly. Taking all of him in my mouth was never easy but practice helped, and I’d had a lot of it.
“Take me, all of me,” he gritted out. His fingers twisted in my hair, and he pumped in and ground into my mouth, thrusts becoming quicker, more forceful. I grew flushed. My eyes watered, and saliva dripped out of the side of my mouth. He circled my open lips with a light finger and rubbed my throat, where he could feel himself in me.
“All right, there?” he asked huskily.
“Mmhm.” I managed a nod, my air almost gone. He pulled out, giving me barely a second to get some air, and then he was in again, all the way. He thrust into me with some restraint, but not too much and I liked it that way. My pussy was so wet, that my thong was now soaked.
From the beginning of our relationship, Reuben had made me feel safe and free and that had helped cured me of most of my shyness. Now I was open about what I liked, and right now I wanted Reuben to come in my mouth, and for me to follow him into orgasm. My finger slid inside my thong, circling my clit, as Reuben took over control of the blow job.
“I’m coming. Drink in all of me now!” With a roar, he came down my throat, directly into my belly as he held my head pressed to his abdomen. He spurted into me for a few more moments, and then let me go when I patted the side of his thigh. Panting and sweaty, I pulled away and then licked him clean, placing a small kiss at his tip before I sat back, arms braced behind me with one thought circling in my mind: I desperately needed to come.
“Oh baby, you were so hot.” The next second, I was in Reuben’s lap. He kissed me wildly, uncaring that he’d just climaxed in my mouth a moment earlier. Pulling down the front of my gown, he pinched and tugged at my nipples until they were a bright red.
“That feels so good,” I moaned.
His rough hands slid up my thighs, pushing my skirt up. When I arched up to give him better access, he ripped off the sides of my underwear. Scraps of lace fell onto the floor. He slid a thick finger inside me. Thrusting in and out, he murmured, “I’ve dreamed of nothing except fucking you over this table all morning. Any objections if I do that?”
Thank God!
“None at all.” I moved my hips against his erection under my ass, unsurprised that he was hard again. Reuben had left early today, and we didn’t have time for morning nookie. I was starving for him, and he must have been hungry for me too.
“Stand up. Let me undress you.”
I obeyed him, my thighs damp with arousal. Soon I was naked, while he stood fully dressed, with only his zipper open. He stroked his cock lazily. Watching me with hooded eyes, he growled, “Bend over there.” He pointed.
I bent over the empty table opposite to him. “Lower. Rest your head on the table. Spread your legs. Wider than shoulder length. Yes, just like that. Raise your hips. Perfect,” he breathed.
I braced myself on the metal table. Cold steel met my nipples and I stifled a gasp.
“Reach back and spread yourself open for me,” he said in a gruff voice, rubbing a shaky hand over his mouth.
With eager hands, I reached back and pulled open my pussy lips, knowing what was coming.
He groaned. “God! Look at that pink pussy, absolutely dripping for me.” Squatting behind me, he put his mouth to my hole. His tongue thrust in and out of me, while he rubbed my clit furiously. I shoved myself back into his mouth, seeking the pleasure he was offering me. He pulled away.
I groaned. “Reuben, don’t tease!”
“So delicious. So responsive.” He slid a couple of fingers in me and hooked them inside, at the same time his other hand smacked my ass. “Come, Jasmine!”
My world exploded, and I became lost in a sensual maelstrom. My hips bucked, and as I wailed out my climax, I became aware of his rigid erection driving into my channel. I was still spasming, and my body resisted him, but he pushed in with brute force, sending me into another long climax.
The next few minutes, all I was aware of was deep, grinding thrusts of his cock that touched my cervix. Sweat dripped down my face, and I moaned as I thrust back against him. I reached back between my legs and cupped his balls, clenching around his cock with my sheath at the same time.
“Naughty mate,” he gritted out,
his hands tightening on my hips. “You’re killing me here.”
When I tightened my inner muscles on him again, he shouted, and his slow thrusts became a pounding. Soon he was pumping into me so hard, I was lifted off my feet, only his grip holding me to him. His cock hit that special spot, deep inside me, forcefully, and my body jerked.
“Reuben,” I cried out, as I started to come. Limp, I collapsed on the table.
A while later, Reuben helped me clean up and dress. We walked to the house, an arm around each other’s waist, my head on his chest. In his black jeans, boots and black Henley, he was all manly man, and I felt feminine next to him.
He pressed a soft kiss to my hair. “What would you like for lunch?”
I smiled. My man was always worried about feeding me. “I got some fresh veggies for salad in that basket you’re carrying, and I thought we could fry some chicken for lunch.”
“Sounds great, I’ll get on that. Cat doing okay with Max?” Catrina was with her godmother for the day.
I sneakily sniffed him, relishing the smell of musky male, of my mate. I sighed. My daughter and I were so lucky to have this man in our lives. Scarred or whole, he was my other half.
“Uh-huh. I Facetimed with them earlier, and they’re doing great.” I’d wanted some alone time with Reuben today, to share my happy news. My fingers traced a line over my belly.
What would Reuben say when I told him about my surprise? That he was going to be a daddy again?
I grinned. I couldn’t wait to find out.
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