Page 78 of Almost Paradise

I don’t know if she’s in the master bedroom or the guestroom she’s claimed as hers. That’s the one we’ve shared for the past few weeks, but in this house, we’ve only ever been intimate in the master bedroom. Or on the couch in the living room. I had her in the master bathroom a few times too. Or the floor in the home gym.

The door to the master bedroom is cracked open, so I push it in. The lights are dimmed, and there is soft music playing overhead. Of course, it’s Mariah Carey, but even that’s not enough to make me not want this. The room is empty, but I see the light is on in the adjoining bathroom.

Unsure of what to do, I put the champagne bottle and flutes on the dresser. If this was then, I’d barge into the bathroom, bend her over the sink and take her that way. Or I’d lift her off her feet, carry her to the bed and make slow, sweet love to her. The kind that would leave us both sweaty and breathless. Then she’d push her body into mine, I’d kiss her shoulder and fall asleep with her in my arms.

I shrug out of my jacket and toss it to some dark corner. Getting undressed and getting in bed to wait for her doesn’t seem right, so I pour each of us a glass of champagne and sip mine.

She opens the door of the bathroom, and I lose my breath at the sight of her. She’s in a hot pink, lace teddy. She spins, revealing the crisscross straps in the back. Her feet are bare, and her toenails are the same color as her lingerie. My mind flashes back to one Sunday morning in this bed when I put one of her feet in my mouth. She laughed so hard, she fell off the bed and pulled me down with her.

Nia slowly walks to me. She makes her hips swing from side to side. My heart pounds. She takes the glass from me, sips it, and gives it back. Her hands glide up my shirt and I feel like I’m breathing for the first time in four years. I put my glass down and lift her off her feet. Her legs wrap around my waist and her mouth lands on mine.

The kiss on Sunday was a prelude to this. This was inevitable the moment I laid eyes on her again. There was no other path for us but this one. The road to this might have been bumpy, but that’s behind us now. There’s no way I’m losing her again. She breaks the kiss long enough to unbutton my shirt. She loses her patience and pulls the shirt from my body, sending buttons scattering.

“Get naked, Paradise. Right now.” I walk to the bed and drop her on it. She bounces before she reaches for my belt. It’s off in seconds. While I take off my white tee and toe off my shoes, she unzips my pants and pulls them down along with my underwear.

“Oh, shit,” I hiss when her hand wraps around my hard dick. “Yeah, baby. Stroke that dick. Put it in your mouth like you used to. All the way down your greedy little throat.” If she does, I’m going to come in under a minute like an inexperienced boy.

She doesn’t. She drops it and gets on her back. She’s still in the teddy, but not for long. I don’t bother trying to figure out how to take it off her. I grab the front of it and rip it apart.

“You animal,” she pants. I capture her mouth in a kiss while I manage to get the torn lingerie off her. She spreads her legs and I stroke her clit. “Oh,” she moans. I rub it again, and she nearly jumps off the bed. I pull her knees apart.

“Stay open for me. Just like you used to. Remember what else you used to do? We used to do?” I ask.

“You’re not spanking me tonight, Paradise,” she says. I switch our positions and put her on top of me.

“I’ll spank my wife’s tight little ass whenever I want.” To show her I mean business, I slap her cheek hard. She bites her bottom lip and moans. She closes her eyes and throws her head back. “You know what to do, wife. Don’t make me spank you again.” I spank her anyway. Twice. All on the same cheek. I’m not gentle, so I know her ass must be stinging.

She does what she’s told. She flips over and puts her ass in my face. She shakes it before I run my hand through her pussy. She’s drenched, and my mouth waters. She has a landing strip in the middle, but the rest of her is bare. The last time I ate a woman’s pussy was four years ago when we were still together. I could never get enough of her back then. I’d feast on her for what seemed like hours, and she’d do the same to me.

I spread her apart and eat her like she’s an entrée at a five-star restaurant. She moans loudly, and to drive her crazier, I suck on her clit. She teases me back. She licks the head of my dick, and I let go of her pussy so I can enjoy the feel of her hot, wet mouth on me.

“Hey,” she says, “you stop, I stop,” she warns. She doesn’t pop my dick out of her mouth, but she stops licking the crown. I slide a finger inside of her. I pull it out slowly and put the finger in my mouth.

“God, you taste good,” I tell her. I return my mouth to her pussy, adding pressure to her clit with my tongue. She takes me all the way to the back of her throat, just the way I like it.

“Yeah, just like that,” I groan. “Take it all.” And that’s no feat because I’m long and thick, but I think my dick was made just for her mouth. And her pussy.

We stay like that, me feasting on her and her nearly bringing me to orgasm.

“Baby girl, I don’t want to come from your mouth our first time back together,” I manage to whisper. I pull my mouth from her pussy, and she pops me out of hers. She turns and straddles me. “Ride me but not reverse cowgirl. I want to see your face.” She slides down before the words are fully out of my mouth. She’s so wet, I just slip right in. She closes her eyes and throws her head back when I’m fully ensconced.

“Fuck, Paradise,” she moans. “God, yes.” She takes my hands and places them on her hips. “Things are about to get bumpy. I hope you can handle it.” She grinds on top of me.

“Mmhmm,” I moan. I have my eyes closed and my head thrown back. “I’ve handled this pussy before. Tired you out many, many times. Put your ass to sleep for hours.” I slap her thigh and grasp her hips. I grip them tight, digging my fingers into her skin just like she likes.

She puts her hands on my sweaty chest and grinds, then starts bouncing up and down. She’s slow moving at first, then she picks up the pace and damn near makes me go blind with lust.

“Let’s see who tires who out,” she challenges. She leans down and kisses me hard. Her hair falls forward and caresses my face. I grab her ass, pushing myself further into her. We kiss, and I know she tastes herself on my tongue. I put it in her mouth and she sucks on it. She kisses the side of my neck, biting and sucking on that skin before she returns to my mouth.

My hands roam her naked back, marveling at the softness of her skin. Her body is different now. It’s a minute difference, but I know every inch of her. Her breasts are bigger. Her hips and ass are thicker but only slightly. She’s still perfect. She’s more perfect now because her body carried our son.

“I’m coming, baby,” I moan in her mouth. “I can’t hold off any longer.” I start to tell her that I’ll make her come with my mouth, but she goes stiff for a fraction of a second. That’s something else about her that hasn’t changed. She has a tell when she’s about to come. She goes still and then she starts to shake.

Her orgasm brings forth mine, which was already on the brink. I explode inside of her. I close my eyes and call out her name. My mind goes blank while wave after wave of euphoria washes over me. If I could talk, I’d ask her about birth control, but I don’t really care about that. I’d love for her to get pregnant with another baby. This time, I’d never let her out of my sight.

“Goddamn,” I manage to whisper.

“We can do rock, paper, scissors,” she suggests about two hours later. She’s in my arms, naked and cuddled to my side. She has a leg thrown over me, and my fingertips glide up and down her spine.

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