The Life - Rebirth (The Life 4)

Something warm and sweet splashed onto my tongue, and reflexively I sucked again. I felt an answering tightening in her womb just before she bathed my cock with her hot pussy nectar. I was using all of my control not to cum too soon; in fact, I’d been close five or six times already, but I didn’t want to pull out yet, didn’t want to give up the long lost but familiar feel of her tight pussy wrapped around me, sucking the life out of me with each squeeze.

I got my fill of what nipple before changing places with the next even as I grew harder inside her. Her nails dug into my head and shoulders as she rode my cock, using the wall behind her for support as our hips moved together in a dance of our own making. “When were they conceived?”

“I think it was the first time; I’m not sure.”

“July then.”

“Yes, their birthday is in July.”

I didn’t share any of my thoughts with her, but I’d just come up with a brilliant idea. “You owe me!” She swallowed hard and tried to keep eye contact. “Do you agree?” Since she wants to play games, I’m going to call her one and raise her two. “I don’t…I don’t know what you mean.”

“I mean, you owe me a pregnancy, a birth, and a first everything. In short, sweet Gianna, you owe me a child.”

I didn’t give her a chance to answer because there was nothing left to be said, really. I’d made up my mind that I’d do whatever it takes to keep her here with me. No matter what, she and our children aren’t going anywhere and especially not to this guy she’d thrown in my face.

I marked her all over after draining her breasts, and the last two times she got close, I held off, stopping her orgasm mid-way, which infuriated her no end. No skin off my nose. It only made her work harder to orgasm, which in turn made me cum hard and deep inside her. I took mercy on her as I was in the last throes and reached around to tease her clit, which brought her off along with me.

GIANNA

“Now that that’s done.” Gabriel flicked off the water and pulled me out of the shower behind him. He sounded so strong and self-assured while my legs were like jelly and my insides were still a jumble of quivering nerves, and we’re not even gonna talk about the pleasure-pain between my thighs, but okay.

He helped me out of the shower and, without a word, moved to the towel warmer before choosing a towel for me. As I came down from my sexual high, I tried to read his face to see what kind of mood he was in. I admit to not being sure of anything at this point. He was acting kinda strange, truth be known. He hadn’t spoken except for those very leading questions he’d asked me. And what does he mean I owed him a child?

I’m so dumb; even now, I can feel his seed running out of me. We hadn’t used protection. But maybe those were just words, something to make our coupling a bit more incendiary, not that we needed help in that department. But what is he feeling really? Why was his face so closed off even as he dried me off before moisturizing my skin the way he used to in the past?

He was being his old gentle self as he catered to me, and I was in danger of falling asleep on my feet. His hands moved over my body with the gentlest care, and he even stopped every once in a while, while rubbing the scented cream into my skin to kiss some part of my exposed skin. I was being lulled, pulled back into that place that I’d just left when he was inside me.

As he got to his knees in front of me, his fingers opened my folds before sliding into me—first one, then another. I couldn’t keep my eyes open if I tried. His fingers were bringing me so close, and when I felt his tongue seeking entrance even as he lifted my leg and placed it on the counter, opening me up wider for his marauding tongue, all I could think was how grateful I was for my dance lessons.

I couldn’t believe my body was responding this way again so soon. Is it his intention to keep me sexually overwhelmed so that he could have his way? No, that doesn’t sound anything like Gabriel. And though my mind kept trying to convince me that he’d changed, I still held out the hope that the boy I’d known and loved was still in there somewhere.

My stomach tightened, and I gripped his hair with my nails as my body exploded on his tongue, and still, he didn’t stop. He lapped at my clit until it became stiff and stood out between my tight folds. I heard his first growl as he sent his tongue on a foray inside me, and I rocked against his face.