Page 38 of Backstage at the Freak Show
Mel’s hand covered mine, stopping me. “What if Mase wakes up?”
“That’s what the baby monitor is for.” I looked up at her quizzically. “Love, do you not want me to?”
“It’s just…” she sighed with a small shake of her head. “It’s stupid.”
“Surely it’s not, whatever it is.”
“I’m still, you know.” She gestured with her hands, but not in any way that I could interpret.
“I’m afraid I don’t, love. That time of the month?”
“No, I’m still just…” she blew out a breath. “I’m all, you know, stretched-marked down there.”
A laugh burst out of me and I dropped a kiss to her belly. “Oh, you gorgeous woman. You had me worried.”
“It just…doesn’t look very nice. We can turn the lights out—”
“Melody.” I captured her lips with mine, positioning my body between her legs. “I’m a man and an animal. I love you, and lust for only you. I’m well aware that having a baby changes some things—”
“It’s just not like before.” She chewed her lip nervously. “I’m only nineteen now but my body doesn’t look like it…”
“You know what you look like?” I yanked her leggings forcefully down her thighs, exposing the parts of her she wanted to hide under the kitchen lights. “You look like my mate. A tigress with stripes to match mine.” I leaned down, covering her pussy with my mouth before she could argue, groaning with need as I savored her sensitive flesh.
“Arjun!” she gasped, but the hand in my hair held me in place rather than shoved me away.
Her knees found their place on my shoulders as I devoured her, sucking her lips into my mouth and taking long, decadent licks of her sweetness. My hands roamed her body, making sure to touch those places she was insecure about.
Maybe it wouldn’t all go away tonight, but I was determined to do everything in my power to make my wife feel sexy and desired again. Another note for the guys—we needed to stop fucking her in the darkness of the bedroom. It would be difficult with so many kids in the house these days but for Mel, we’d make it work.
I paused for a breath, bringing a hand down to stroke in and out of her pussy while I spent more time telling her what I really thought of her body.
“I thought you were beautiful before having Mason,” I kissed her navel. “But I swear to all the gods you’re even more beautiful now.”
“Wha, what?” she panted, gorgeous breasts heaving. I leaned up to caress one while I fingered her, making sure to be gentle amid all the breastfeeding.
“You carried my son in here and that’s a beautiful thing.” I kissed her belly again. “But the main reason it is that I know you better now. I’m more in love with you every day. And the more I fall in love with you, the sexier you become.”
“Arjun…”
“Yes, say my name, dearest wife,” I commanded, dragging my fingers along her sensitive walls. I never minded sharing her, not one bit, but I enjoyed the selfish satisfaction of my name on her lips as she bucked and squirmed under my touch.
My mouth ghosted a trail down toward her center, trailing over every perfect piece of her until I found her clit. Just a few light sucks and rumbles of my purr had her spasming, climbing fast toward a peak until she crested it so beautifully.
Her fingers yanked on my hair as she came, seizing up with stiffness before relaxing into utter bliss. I wanted to hear her scream but she bit it back, only a strangled whimper leaving her mouth. We wanted the baby to stay asleep, so I didn’t mind.
I stroked and licked her until she couldn’t stand it anymore and shoved me away with aftershocks running through her body.
“When the guys get home,” I said with a kiss on her thigh. “I’m going to make them eat you out, one by one, as an apology for leaving you alone.”
“Arjun…” she protested weakly, eyes hooded with sated pleasure.
“No sucking cock and no touching unless it’s to please you.” I rose up from between her legs, wearing her scent and wetness on my face proudly. “They need to be reminded of how to appreciate you.”
Mel rocked forward, reaching for the back of my neck with a lazy grin. “But kissing is okay?”
“Yes,” I rested my forehead on hers. “Kissing will be permitted.”
She sighed dreamily, lips hovering over mine. “Thank you, my tiger.”
