Page 80 of The River in Spring
Getting between my legs, she climbs my body with kisses. When she presses her mouth to my nipples I wish I could absorb her in my skin.
It is strange to want the thing you already have. But that’s the gold. Wewanteach other. My pulse picks up its beat as she meets my stare. The feel of that sweet pussy grabs ahold of my senses.
“You fucking goddess,” I say between clenched teeth.
One second later, she turns and climbs on top of me. Backwards. Oh Lord. The perfect ass right in front of me. I part her cheeks and see the wet, soft pussy lips, I see it all. My mouth takes its share of the bounty, licking and sucking. While she worships my dick. That’s what it feels like. Like she has made a god of it and vowed allegiance.
With my hands on her bouncing breasts, I continue to feast. Her pussy tastes so good. I lick from top to bottom. Taking my dick, she rubs it against her nipples, and it makes me hard as fuck. Then she sits back on my face and wiggles a request.
I’m happy to oblige. I eat that sweet thing and taste the slick juices that result. Rolling her over, I make an instant decision. Want to see that gorgeous face while we fuck. Kiss her. Hear the sounds that escape parted lips. And I am not disappointed.
We do it on our sides, on top, on her stomach, me on my knees, her on my lap. I hold her head back and we kiss while my dick is inside her. My orgasm delayed as long as possible. She came twice. Just another day in Paradise.
“Let’s never let this go,” she says softly.
Then we laugh because it’s a ridiculous thought. My eyes take their due, looking at my heaven.
“Want to have coffee out on the porch? It looks like a beautiful day.”
“Yes. Let’s.”
This right here is what floats my boat. A big cup of strong black coffee and a view. Maudie and I used to sit out here staring at the majestic scene. Today it looks especially stunning.
“Love this,” Dove says, lifting her feet onto the railing.
“Love you,” I answer.
We sit in silence, taking in the details. The sun highlighting the mountains, the colors of the flowering plants. There are so many shades of green. The tree leaves, the shrubs, the variegated vegetation. Turning my head, I look out over the far vista, where river meets shore.
A feeling rushes through me. Like a wind. I have felt this before but had forgotten. It was when Dove sang to me that first time. Does it mean something important is happening? Or is it only reaction to extreme beauty?
“Whose hat is that?” Dove’s question breaks my focus.
She points to the basket of hats I keep on the porch for visitors who want some shade.
“Which one?”
“The purple one with the pink band. Who does that belong to?”
“It was Kristen’s. I can’t get rid of it, so I threw it in the pile. We’d sit out here and solve the world’s problems.”
The oddest look comes over her face. She wants to tell me something, I can see it in her eyes.
“I’ve seen her. Several times.”
“What?”
“My visions. I thought I was seeing you with another woman. She was touching your shoulder or arm. But it was always from the back. I never saw her face. Once she was touching a toddler. Oh my God.”
Chills run up my spine. And a feeling of happiness wraps itself around me.
“Wow. I’m stunned a little. Did she look happy?”
“She was happy. Being with you made her really happy. I could see that without hesitation.”
“Who was the kid?” I say, coming to my own conclusion.
She doesn’t answer, but just looks in my eyes and smiles.
