The Tyrant (Banker 3)

Siena was strong.

“I hate listening to her cry,” she whispered as the baby monitor kept projecting the sound of Martina’s screams. “But she needs to get used to being alone.”

“She’s only a few weeks old…”

“The sooner, the better. Teaches her independence.”

I didn’t like it either, but I agreed it was the best parenting move. And it gave us the bed to ourselves. Sex was off the table until she healed, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t do other things. Right now, there was only one thing I wanted to do.

Kiss her.

I hiked her leg over my hip and moved my mouth close to hers. My mouth brushed her lips and I tested the waters first, to see if she would coldly reject me or warmly welcome me. I rubbed my nose along hers and pulled her tighter against me, wanting her to feel how aroused she made me. It didn’t matter that her body had changed after carrying my baby. I wanted her as much as I had before.

When she didn’t push me away, I kissed her.

Slow and easy, I moved my mouth with hers. I felt her lips with mine, sucked in her bottom lip with subtle aggression. Then I caressed her top lip with both my mouth and my tongue. I took my time because it’d been so long since I’d had this intimacy with her. I wanted to slow down time and appreciate those perfect lips.

I rolled her to her back and kept going, my hand digging into her hair. The heat cranked up almost instantly, setting us both on fire. I kissed her harder and deeper, my cock so hard it wanted to split in two.

I missed this.

I missed the passion, the chemistry.

I never had this kind of affection with anyone else, when I wanted to kiss a woman and never stop.

My hand moved between her legs, and I felt her clit through her panties. That little nub had been unavailable for so long. Now I circled it with my fingers, making her draw a sharp breath at the intensity. I wanted to slip my fingers inside her to feel her grow wet for me, but I steered clear of her healing flesh. I continued my kisses as I fondled her clit, breathing deeply into her mouth as I pushed her into a climax that made her hips buck. She rocked against my hand as she moaned into my mouth, her nails slicing me deeper than usual. It’d been just as long for her as it’d been for me, and she crumbled apart until she was a mess of sexual satisfaction.

Maybe she wouldn’t be so mad at me anymore.

Just because we couldn’t have sex didn’t mean I couldn’t make her toes curl.

When she finished every single aftershock of her pleasure, she rolled me to my back so she could do me next.

Yes.

Her mouth started at my balls, sucking and licking them, until she glided her tongue up my length. Over my vein like a bump in the road, she moved all the way to my tip then licked up the drop that formed there.

This was the best.

She lifted my big dick and shoved her throat over it, her mouth gaping open to accommodate me. Her flat tongue lubricated my shaft most of the way, at least, as far as she could go. She pulled up again, licked my tip, and then kept going.

It’d been weeks since my last orgasm. I didn’t have any pride left to last a long time. I had nothing to prove to this woman. She knew exactly what I was capable of. My hand moved to the back of her neck, and I guided her over my length so I could come. “Here it comes, baby…” Like the good woman she was, she didn’t gag. She took my load deep into her mouth and swallowed it like a pro.

I lay back and closed my eyes as I exploded, my body pulsating with happiness as I filled her mouth. The sensation spread from my fingertips to my toes. It was so good, making all my muscles tighten.

She licked everything away until my dick was as clean as it’d been when we started. She crawled up my body and held herself on top of me. “That was—”

I cupped her face and kissed her, not caring about the come in her mouth. I rolled her to her back and moved my fingers between her legs once again. Now that I had this connection again, I didn’t want to lose it. I wanted to enjoy every second of it, to treasure this woman I’d taken for granted too many times.

I woke up earlier than Siena, so I changed Martina’s diaper, gave her breakfast, and then spent some time with her over my own breakfast before I put her back in her crib for an early morning nap.