Chapter 8

Now I struggled to catch my breath.

“You’ll teach me if I need to be better, though?” I pressed.

“If you want. I’m not perfect, Mor.”

I secretly disagreed with her, but it was true that no one should be under duress to be perfect. The weight of responsibility might very well crush you. So instead, I said:

“Well, I know you’re not perfect!”

She laughed hoarsely at that.

“You’re the closest I’ve seen to it, though.” I held her, then kissed her neck. “Just the fact that you’re willing to put up with me, baby. It means you’re close to godliness.” I scratched my teeth over the tendon at her neck, and she shuddered in response.

She chuckled, then let out a shaky breath in her post-cry-session.

“Mor. I’m so tired…”

“It’s all right, babe. We can sleep.”

She looked at me sadly.

I took her hips to push her down the hall into our bedroom. While I shuffled us forcefully to bed, I started to hum “It’s all right” by Sam Cooke.

“Baby, it’s all right. It’s all right. Honey, long as I know — long as I know — that you love me.”

I bit her earlobe as I led her to her side of the bed.

“If you need me, all you gotta do is try me. It’s all right because I lo-ove you for sentimental reasons.”

She giggled as she pulled at me over to lay on her other side then slid a bare leg over my clothed ones, hugging me possessively.

She sighed as she burrowed into my neck. “You’re a cheeseball.”

“Babe, I still have my clothes on.”

She pushed me away, then rolled over to face the floor-to-ceiling windows. “Go get naked then, already.” She commanded.

“Yes, dear.” I stood up to go finish turning the lights off. I took my clothes off, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and put on some fresh cotton boxers and a ribbed tank.

I sighed out as I laid back in our bed. She never failed to crawl over to latch on to my side. I held her as I relaxed my body completely.

One fresh inhale and exhale lets you feel the first moments of consciousness for the day. Sunlight was streaming in, and I heard the music, some slinky plucks of guitar to a soft voice. I was usually the one in charge of music, but the first tones of the melody painted a slow scene of carefree Americana. Her hand caressed up my thigh to an ass cheek then meandered back down to the sensitive skin behind my knee. It was everything I’d ever wanted for a Sunday morning. My lungs felt incredibly full with each breath as I touched the skin where her bottoms barred my progress.

The music sounded like a forgotten Jack Johnson song but also, evangelical; about to say “Jesus” and make you remember that tire swing at the lake.

With eyes wide shut, it wasn’t difficult to think we’d be getting up that day to milk cows and bundle wheat. If we didn’t have phones or time clocks. Where it was just slower and magical.

“What’re you thinking about?” She poked at my cheek in the wake of my wide smile.

“Somethin’ stupid.” I grinned wider.

“Tell me anyway.” She promptly bit the flesh on the apple of my cheek.

“You and me on a farm, milking cows.”

She laughed. “Mor, you really are a sucker for music. I knew you’d like this one, but you’re already buying a farm.”

“I like it. Maybe I’ll convince you one day.”

“Keep trying. Maybe, one day, I’ll give in.” Her lips were near my ear. She scratched her teeth along the shell of my ear.

I turned to lie on my back. I watched as her red mane lowered to kiss the skin of my neck. Her hands traced my skin everywhere in reverence.

She dragged her palm up my stomach, rolling up my tank as she went to get at the skin.

This love-making was still part of our anniversary. Her slow worship was tinted heavily by our whirlwind of emotions of the night before.

She took my breast in her hand to lead it to her mouth.

She sucked my nipple in her mouth. I felt it pebble with her tongue as it licked over the sensitive skin. It made shocks stab at my spine.

I started to breathe heavily, as the arousal in my groin grew stronger at her touch.

She left my nipple to make love to the other one. I held her passively at the back of her head. The bittersweet song made my head heavy and lazy. Time didn’t matter, and we could make love for hours if we so chose.

It was warm and my brain swirled thickly. It was almost a limbo between wakefulness and ecstasy. A gooey limbo.

She left my chest to kiss me slow. Her tongue met mine, causing a buzz in my ears. I gripped the sides of her head as she slipped her tongue in my mouth.

She touched the inside of my mouth as if it was her first time tasting me, exploring with her velvet tongue. She kissed up my jaw, stopping to lick right before my ear.

She kissed my cheek. “Good morning, love.” Her warm breath wafted over my face to tickle the edge of my mouth.

“Good morning, darling. You feel so nice.”

“I want to taste you everywhere. You’re so beautiful today.” She leaned to lick at the underside of my breast.

I tensed my jaw as my chest followed her mouth, asking for more.

The slow acoustics continued for an indeterminate time while she undressed me and herself. She rubbed her naked body over me, up and down. I held the top of her hips. Every time she drew close to my lips, she tilted to steal kisses from my eager mouth.

Her loose waves tickled the edge of my jaw and collar bones as she rubbed herself on me.

I was getting properly turned on, and clawed at the small of her back.

“Oh, are you ready for me, love?” She teased as she nudged the tip of my nose with her own.

“Want you.” I murmured as I leaned to suck on her neck. I put my palms behind me and lifted us a bit to devour her neck. “Want to feel your hand on me.” I bit at the soft skin of her neck, and she gripped my shoulder, supporting herself while her other hand slipped over my slit. She brought her hand to her mouth and slathered spit all over the tips of her fingers, bringing them down to my clit again.

She pressed into my clit to massage me in firm, slow circles. My hips moved, following her exasperating rhythm. One of my palms still held me at an angle and my other hand brought her head to mine to kiss her as she pleasured me.

My groin started to overheat as we writhed together.

I lolled my head back as white hot flames licked at my clit to set my pelvis on fire everywhere.

She sucked a nipple in her mouth and it made me cry out at its over-sensitivity.

“Oh! Ugh. That feels good. You’re so hot, Suzie.”

“You’re so close, love.”

I whimpered and tightened the muscles of my arm to keep myself up. I assented with my face screwed up as she admired my facial expressions.

“You’re going to come for me, Mor. I’m going to blow your mind.”

I groaned in arousal, and she moaned with pleasure at seeing me lose control.

She grunted and whimpered as she brought me up. When I bucked my hips forcefully, she pressed harder on my clit.

“Good,” she praised. “Keep going.”

My hips vibrated as all my muscles clenched — then I exploded. I felt juices run down my crack, and her hand slow down.

She massaged my now-fat lips, then entered me with her middle and ring fingers. She started a relentless pace, making me buck when she slapped her palm against my clit with every thrust.

I collapsed to lean on my elbows instead. As I watched her, she grinned widely at me and stroked faster, shortening her strokes in favor of vibrating her fingers at my g-spot.

The next orgasm speeded through my pussy and made me truly squirt, wetting the bed further.

“Aw geez!” I flopped on the bed, and the after shocks spasmed my chest like violent hiccups. “Babe, you are way too good at that!”

She rustled the sheets, then I felt her settle on her chest at my pussy. I gulped nervously, still struggling to catch my breath from the last orgasm. She licked my wet clit slowly. My pussy contracted powerfully at her licks, but I was able to handle it.

She alternated between licking firmly up my lips and flicking my clit.

My hairline and lower body was starting to get sweaty and my center was unbelievably wet. My body rolled under hers again in strong waves from head to foot.

After two orgasms, I was weak and unhurried to come again.

My vision blurred, and suddenly we’d been moaning for an eternity. I didn’t see the end in sight, just enjoying her mouth on me. She eventually flicked my clit harder and faster, then sucked it into her mouth.

My hips pivoted back and forth while I slipped my fingers in her hair to grip the strands.

“Come for me, baby.” She rushed out before sucking my clit in her mouth again.

My shoulders pressed into the mattress as my back arched. Sometimes I felt an orgasm as if a cup was getting filled up with liquid and then it ran over, spilling everywhere. Some sort of overwhelming feeling of being filled up too much.

I wasn’t making sense in my hazy, lust-filled mind.

She slipped her fingers inside me but kept them motionless, presumably to feel my pulsing walls, I guessed. I liked feeling her aftershocks, too.

Everything felt way too strong, like an escalating high that was getting dangerously close to being a bad, spinny trip.

I couldn’t say our safe word even if I wanted to, I was paralyzed.

She knew it was time to stop, though, and brought me down slowly.

I was finally able to get a lungful in, and the air was colder and sharper then after being consumed in flames for so long.

She finally stopped touching me, and I flopped down on the sweaty sheets. My hand rested at my rib cage. The vein in my neck was still pounding.

“You did so well, Mor. Here.”

I sat up and a cup of cold water was placed in my hand. I chugged in between pants.

The fireworks dimmed around the edges of my vision, and I was able to look at her. Her hair was messed up with my crazy grip and there was a sheen of sweat on her body.

I shuddered a breath in. “Fuck. That was hot.”

“You actually came three times! Good job!” she said cheekily.

I smirked at her smug expression. “You’re very good at that, Suz.”

She praised me all the time. I knew how good it felt to hear it. She kissed me, sealing her mouth over mine. We rolled back and forth, chasing each other.

She grinned suddenly, then leaned back to reach her nightstand. She’d relocated one of her jewelry stands that was in the figure of a slender hand to next to her on the bed. She took the non-engagement ring from the stand to put it on her finger.

She giggled to herself while she admired the blue stone. She started to hum. I supported myself on an elbow while I touched the skin on her stomach, looking at her.

I think she was humming “Dream a Little Dream of Me,” but the tune was too vague for me to be sure.

“You happy?” I questioned.

“Yeah.” She looked at me with that shining manic look she had when I was making her happy.

“What can I do to make you more happy?” I teased as I palmed her tummy.

“Hmm… good question!” She paused to ponder the issue. She placed her hand daintily at her forehead, looking like a proper Belle, except she was so, so naked. “Let’s see, can you — go back in time to when we first met? And start all this all over again. It would be even more delicious doing everything a second time.”

Her eyes blazed at me.

“Everything?” I smirked.

She hummed and nodded eagerly.

“Me asking stupid questions?”

“The waiting for each other for years?” I pressed.

“Well — um, it was nice growing closer with you, but maybe you can hurry that part up a bit.” Her hand rested over my forearm.

“I could? — geez, Suzie! How faster could I have gotten you to realize you were gay?”

“Five years seems like way too long! You couldn’t have worked a little faster at it?” She teased mercilessly.

“You are such a brat!“

She gasped in mock offense.

“Then again…” I stretched over her body while she encased my head in her arms. “I knew you were a brat the moment we met. I loved it.”