Page 64 of A Taste of Whiskey
“Does she know about Gus?”
“I don’t know. I never reached out to tell her about him. I wanted to protect him from becoming someone who didn’t mean enough to his grandmother to warrant a visit or a birthday card or…”
She snuggled into his side. “I love how you love and protect Gus with everything you have. It’s amazing to me that you can be so affectionate when you didn’t grow up with that type of open affection.”
“That’s because of Tina and Gus.”
“Tina brought that out in you?” she asked with surprise. “I guess she was good for something other than bringing your adorable little boy into the world.”
He scoffed. “No.Touch is definitelynother love language. I don’t think she has a love language.Gusbrought it out in me because of her inability to mother. I think Tina might have suffered from undiagnosed postpartum depression in the weeks after Gus was born. She was tired all the time, and she never got up to feed him at night. I tried to talk with her about it, but she said it was normal to be exhausted after childbirth. Two months later, her energy and her personality came back, and she was all about getting back into shape. The minute I got home from work, she’d head to the gym or out with friends, so from the time Gus was a newborn, he and I had a lot of one-on-one bonding time. I used to put him on my bare chest when I’d rock him. When he was an infant, I worried a lot about making sure he felt loved.”
“You still do.”
“Yeah. I don’t think that ever goes away.”
“Well, rest assured that you do a great job of loving him. In fact, I think your love for Gus encompasses all five love languages, and he’s learned from that, because he meets them all. He’s affectionate, definitely not afraid of physical touch, and he’s thoughtful and says sweet things.”
Hearing her talk so lovingly about Gus made his heart feel full. He pulled her closer and kissed her. “So, Miss Inquisitive. What’s your love language?”
“That’s a good question. With the horses, I think it’s words of affirmation and physical touch.”
“Don’t sell yourself short. You do acts of service for them and give quality time on a daily basis.”
“True. So do you, for Gus and for your friends.”
“This isn’t about me. What’s your love language with people?”
“That depends on the person. I’ve been hooked on you for so long, I’m pretty sure I held back showing any real affection to the guys I went out with.”
Selfishly, he’d like to believe he was the only guy she’d ever been with, but that wouldn’t be healthy for her. “If that’s true, I’m sorry, because you have a big heart, Bo Peep, and a lot of love to give. I hope I didn’t rip you off from enjoying yourself.”
“Oh, I enjoyed myself. I just didn’t share my true affections. But now that I’m with you…” She straddled his lap and put her arms around him. “I want to explore all the love languages. Quality time, like we did tonight, and words of affirmation. I love the way you communicate and listen.” She kissed his lips. “And physical touch.” She ran her fingers over his pecs, lingering on his nipples. “Lots and lots of physical touch.”
“That’s good, Bo Peep, because I love touching you.” He pushed his hands under her shirt, fondling her breasts. He rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb, earning a sexy little gasp. “Give me your mouth, sweetheart.”
“I was just getting to that.” She reached between them, tugging open the button on his jeans. “I believe it’s time for acts of service.”
“Damn, baby.”
She climbed off his lap, and they stripped off his jeans and boxer briefs. He reached for her, but she pushed him down to the couch and lowered herself to her knees, fisting his rigid cock. Her eyes remained trained on his as she slid her tongue around the broad head and proceeded to lick his length until it was glistening. Then she lowered her mouth over his shaft, her eyes locked on him.
“You’re so damn sexy with your mouth on me, baby. Take your shirt off. Let me see your tits.” She pulled off her shirt, and her hair tumbled over her shoulders. “Fucking gorgeous.”
He leaned forward, kissing her deeply.
“Let me love you,” she whispered.
Her words sank into his bones as she went back to stroking, licking, and sucking. To be loved by this incredible woman would be a dream come true. She stroked him faster, tighter, and sucked the crown into her mouth. His thoughts fell away, and a growl rumbled out.
She grinned victoriously. “I love the noises you make.”
“Hearing you say that makes me want to drive my cock down your throat. Not to hurt you, just…that’s how turned on you make me. I want to fuck all of you.”
“You mean like this?” She lowered her mouth over his length, taking him deep, then drew him out slowly and took him deep again, squeezing as her fist chased her lips along his dick.
“Fuuck. Yes.”
She quickened her efforts, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat time and time again. He cursed at the pleasure gripping him. When she moaned around his cock, his hips shot up. She gagged and released him from her swollen lips.
