Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
I remember the first time I did this. How uncertain I was. How inexperienced. He never criticized me. Forever understanding, Sebastian guided and taught me how to be the best cocksucker he ever had, a title I love and will forever treasure.
I grip the base of his cock, opening my mouth nice and wide for him, then slurping him down, taking him deeper and deeper down my throat. I put myself fully into it, wanting to drain him dry. The last thing I wanted to do is send my husband to bed still horny.
One hand massaging his balls, the other jerking him as I bob up and down on his cock, I hear his moans as I lay it on thicker and thicker, sucking him tightly as he throbs inside my mouth.
“You’re the fucking best, Clara,” he lets out between the sounds of his pleasure. “The sexiest girl on the planet.”
He knows just how to stroke my ego, as well as I know how to stroke his cock.
Kindly, he holds my hair out of the way of the growing mess between us, the sweat of our bodies and the slick precum mixing on our naked flesh. I look up at him with devious eyes, and his look grateful and full of wonder of how he got a woman like me.
I could say the same of the wonderful man I wound up with.
Ultimately, though, he’s powerless before me. My mouth is his kryptonite, and his strength wavers as I suck him hard and fast.
“Fuck,” he whimpers, and I feel all parts of his sex tighten, throb, and he unleashes all of his seed down my throat.
I happily gobble each and every drop that comes out. It's the sweetest nectar that has ever touched my tongue, and I’ll always savor it.
“You really are the best, babe. And now it’s your turn.”
I chuckle and start to shift onto my back, using pillows to prop myself in the most comfortable position. But then I’m hit with a sudden and overwhelmingly strange sensation.
“Woah. Is something the matter?”
It’s powerful. It’s strong. And it makes a mess of my legs. “I think my water just broke.”
“Oh. Oh shit,” he says, his eyes wide. He jumps off the bed, grabbing his pants and pulling them back up his fading cock. “It’s time, isn’t it? This is what we’ve been preparing for.”
Bless Sebastian’s heart, he’s running all over the house, a phone in one hand and the other collecting the various things he thinks I’ll need in the hospital.
The first contraction comes and pain is intense, but I stay stoic. He’s doing his part. So I need to do mine.
“Come on,” he says, offering me his hand. “Or do I need to carry you to the car?”
“I... I think I can make it,” I say, more out of stubbornness than actual certainty. “But you still owe me my turn.”
“The moment you feel up to it, you know I’m always ready,” he promises.
The anxiety roars inside me. I’m crossing into something unknown, but Sebastian holds my hand tight, and his presence reminds me that everything will be alright.
They’re gorgeous.
Two baby boys, suckling at my teats.
I’m exhausted. Aching. I feel like I’ve been hit by seven consecutive buses, and each of them backed up over me a few times to make sure I really felt it.
But I’ve never been happier.
“Thank God,” Sebastian says as he sits on the hospital bed beside me, gently petting the mess that is my hair, “they look like you.”
“Hey, they have your eyes. And your hair. That’s a good thing in my opinion.”
“They’re such darlings. That much we can agree on.”
I offer him the younger of the two. Younger by a whole five minutes, but still younger.
He picks him up and holds him. The look on his face is sheer amazement.
They’re going to grow up to be big and strong, just like him. He’s going to teach them to be courteous and courageous like him too. We’re not going to become our parents. Our children are precious and will forever be treated as such.
“You’re amazing, Clara. Giving me not one but two wonderful sons. And not loathing me despite all the screaming and pain you went through.”
“They don’t call it labor because it’s easy, Sebastian.”
“Yet you went through it without complaint. I’ve never been more proud of you. And I’ve never loved you more.”
He leans down, kissing me on the forehead, then places a little kiss on the elder of our two sons. He doesn’t forget the younger one either.
“We’ve done it,” I murmur. “We have a family now. It’s everything we wanted.”
“This is only the beginning, lovely. We have such a fruitful future ahead of us.” He pauses. “If you want more after going through all that, anyway.”
I think about the past nine months. All the pain I went through, not just in delivery, but including all the weird feelings, the morning sickness, and the swollen feet. It’s been one hell of a journey, but I look at my babies. And I look at Sebastian.