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Selina was drowsy from the delivery. Like Honey, she chose a natural birth. Her body screamed in several languages as it split in half. There was a fleeting moment where she regretted passing on the Epidural, but proud she carried on the legacy of the women in her family. But then there was a plaintive cry from the baby her midwife placed directly on Selina’s chest without cleaning or cutting.

But now she was clean and new and quiet. Only a shock of dark hair on her somehow round head. Vaginal babies never had perfect little heads. Yet there was hers, and Selina already panicked that she didn't deserve her.

Honey had come to help her daughter with the first feed. Softly cooing and crying and humming encouragement to both Selina and the infant. She stepped back once it happened and let her own baby find the tether between herself and the littlest girl. It took a little time, but Honey watched it grow like it had from her heart to Selina and Sunny.

Then, before even Nikolai (who promised he wasn't jealous) and second only to his daughter, Leon held the baby and let the happy tears fall down his cheeks. He held her to his chest like he’d done Selina and mumbled the lifelong lullaby in Greek and English. His Honey. His Sugar. His Sweetie. Leon was a pappou.

Klaus, Sunny and Luther promised to hold still until everything settled down. Selina couldn't wait to see that big hairy brute hold this tiny baby girl.

“Maybe after your mama or grandma?” Nikolai watched as his daughter stirred and opened her eyes. He couldn't tell if they were his or Selina’s yet, just that they already seemed to depend on him.

“What was your mama’s name, Kolya?”

Nik looked over at his girlfriend. He hugged his daughter close with one arm so that he could clasp the wedding ring that hung from a chain around his neck.

It was all he had left or known of the woman who had given birth to him. She had died because she asked questions, because she wanted him back. He refused to give it to Selina. Not because he couldn't part with the ring, but because he was terrified the same fate would visit her. When the time was right, Papa Leon said he would help.

“Her name was Irina. Irina Dubrovna, but my papa called her Iris. The Goddess of The Rainbow.”

Nikolai started to move his body back and forth once more to lull the babe in his arms. “Your mama is the moon, and your uncle is the sun and your..” he paused trying to grasp the next relationship, “Klaus is all of the stars. Will you be peace? Or a rainbow, little one? Hm?”

The baby fussed and cried but just in short bursts. Nik handed her over to Selina to feed. Selina who now let her fingers trace the tiny lips with their familiar quiver as they cried before latching to her breast. Then she started to fall back asleep.

“Hello, Irina Grace Kostas-Sergeevna.”

But everyone just called her Milaya, Russian for Sweetie.

“Are ye randy or something?” the Irishman teased.

Roland’s own hand clasped Jack's and together they rubbed over the bulge in his pants. Then, reaching behind he repeated the motion on Jack himself. His grip tight on the rapidly formed erection. Their hips swung ever so slightly from side to side in rhythm with the friction.

“You could be called that,” Jack growled. He unzipped Roland’s jeans and dove inside to grab his cock properly.

Roland put his hands out to brace himself on a bookshelf. He moaned and bucked into Jack's hand. His body thrust forward to allow the grip to slide down the length of his shaft. Once down as far as he could reach, Jack playfully squeezed Roland’s balls. The Irishman mutter a fuck to his partner’s satisfaction.

Jack thought about everything that made him twitch and squirm under Rin’s touch or his own when he jerked off. The tight clenched stroke up and down followed by his thumb circling the head like he did his fiancée’s clit. He even teased the slit slick too.

Roland lost himself like he had in the book. Then he grew quickly frustrated at his own inability to reciprocate. All he could muster was bracing himself on the bookshelves. The medium was always taking command. Like now.

Roland allowed Jack to work his jeans over his hips and use a knee to spread Roland’s legs further apart. He heard the tinkle of a belt buckle and a zipper as he opened. Jack's hand never ceased it’s work on Roland’s cock which only grew harder, if that was all possible, at the anticipation of being fucked near the Agatha Christie novels. Would she be scandalized? Probably not.

The musician held his breath and bent forward some so that his ass stuck out towards Jack. He leaned forward so that his forearms anchored his body on the books. His fingers dug into the woods shelving as Jack pushed his forehead into the back of Roland’s neck and slipped two fingers inside of him. All of the air left his lungs.

He succumbed easily to Jack sliding his fingers in and out swiftly. He had become so good at hitting the spot that brought Roland to ecstasy almost immediately. An expert at getting him to release without ever laying a hand on Jack in return.

He didn't recoil from Roland, it was like that with their girlfriend too. Jack enjoyed using his dominance to get them off. He derived pleasure from making them cum. Hard. Watching them as they orgasmed (whether it was with him or Roland and Rin together), took Jack there too.

But now, as Jack readied to mount him, Roland changed his mind. He wanted to be on top for once. To finally penetrate his boyfriend in return and bring him that rapture Roland and Rin were gifted. So he took Jack by surprise.

It was beautiful the way Roland handled himself. A fluid motion, like a dance move, that entailed reaching back to get his hands on Jack's hips. From there he held on and spun him around so that his back was to the shelves. Roland managed to lift Jack's arms above his head and pin him to everything by his wrists. Even Roland was surprised it worked. The man between his arms both growled and moaned in exasperation and desire.

Roland held his face inches from Jack's. He leaned forward so that he could tease Jack with his hardened cock. His fingers traced along the veins of the shaft of Jack’s erection. Roland’s mouth not quite touching his skin as he held the medium pinned tight. Then he dove his tongue as far in Jack's mouth as he would allow. Lips leaving him breathless as the Irishman let them track down Jack's neck to his collarbone.

"I would like fuck you,” Roland breathed as he grabbed Jack's hips and thrust them away from the wall.

“Ca-can Rin do it first?” Jack's question came out worried and small. As if he braced himself for Roland to be angry or hurt.

“Fair play. The two of ye have been t’gether a long time. I can do other things.”

Roland let go of Jack's wrists to push his shirt up only to get a taste of his skin. He licked at Jack's neck before lightly tonguing Jack's nipples. He continued down over the stomach and wrenched the boxers completely to the floor.

Roland looked up at Jack and stuck his index and middle fingers in his mouth. He licked them with a coy smirk and reached around. The hips in front of his face bucked when the musician teased him suddenly. Roland slid them inside of Jack and wasted no time taking the entire length of the erect cock in his mouth.

Jack pulled at Roland’s head and wrenched it forward so that he felt him gag slightly. He was too wrapped up in what was happening from both angles to care. For once. His body contorted instead from the mouth sucking him off and the fingers reaching what he assumed was that spot. The mythical male G spot. Jack thrust to the back of the Irishman’s throat again.

Yet Roland didn't seem to mind. He simply took it, vacuumed harder and moved his head back up Jack's cock deliberately. Used his teeth to graze where the shaft met the head just enough to elicit extra slickness. He lapped at it and the veins that made ridges along erection.

Jack widened his stance so his boyfriend had better access. He sang praises between growled breathing when Roland found that rhythm he discovered in every living thing. Taking Jack in until his nose grazed the soft hair that covered his pelvis. He worked his fingers in and out massaging his boyfriend simultaneously.

Oh how Jack could only marvel and beg Roland to go further and faster.

Then, without warning, Jack pushed Roland away. “I'm gonna cum,” he panted. His gesture meant to prevent the other man from taking a mouthful of that too.

“Good.” Roland’s fingers massaged and fucked Jack faster. “I don't mind y’know. Wouldn't want it t’get anywhere.”

So Jack was consumed once more until he exploded in Roland’s mouth. Who wiped his mouth with the back of his free hand. Then stood and helped Jack fix his jeans. Their mouths touched with a lightness even though one delved his tongue far into the other's mouth.

The men relaxed into a lazy hug. Their foreheads pressed together after the kiss as Roland nuzzled Jack’s cheek with the tip of his nose. He hoped his partner felt, at the very least, the erotic satisfaction he and Rin were brought to every time. That he could satiate Jack until the next time.

Now Jack moved to peck the nose that had come to rest on his cheek. “Thank you,” his whisper was hoarse.

Roland just giggled. He knew that sentiment.

Pleased with the breathy moan that caught in Sean’s throat, you drew his bottom lip between your teeth, nipping at him, sucking lightly as you pulled back to beam down at him before reclaiming his lips twice as eagerly, unsure what had gotten into you, but happy to be caught up in him, losing yourself in the moment.

“Oh, darlin’,” Sean moaned in between kisses, his hands sliding down your back to squeeze your ass possessively, pulling your hips against the growing bulge in his trousers.

Your breath hitched as you ground against him, the gasp melting to a moan as heat pooled between your thighs, and you slowed, breathing heavily as you pressed your forehead to his.

“You don’t know what y’do t’me, do yeh?” Sean groaned, his eyes searching yours as he caught his own breath, his hands returning to the sides of your face, caressing you gently.

“Why don’t you enlighten me?” you murmured coyly, your tongue flicking out to tease his lip with a quick lick, making him grin.

“Y’feel that?” he asked, moving his hips under you again, his erection pressing against you insistently, fanning the flames of your desire.

“Oh, so that’s what I did,” you teased, grinning at him.

“Yeah, but it’s so much more than that,” Sean continued, his face softening like it does when he’s about to say something entirely romantic that shouldn’t be fair in that accent of his.

“You make my heart swell, darlin’, even just thinkin’ of you. You’re… intoxicatin’, better than any drug I’ve ever tried.”

“And you’ve tried a lot of drugs, have you?” you asked lightly, giggling at the long suffering look he directed at you.

“You’re ruinin’ my heartfelt confession here,” he chuckled, brushing an errant strand of hair out of your face.

“I’m sorry, continue,” you replied, your lips twitching with amusement.

“You leave me breathless, [y/n]. I love you so much,” he murmured, pressing his lips to yours and you couldn’t help but melt.

I love you too, Sean. God, I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, you thought as you kissed him back, wondering if maybe he wanted that too.

Carnal instinct took over, and Ivan started to grind into you. Your mouths inches apart but never touching as your exhaled breaths he inhaled. The air escaping from him was heavy and warm. Something took over and you bent to lick the sweat that beaded along his collarbone.

Ivan moaned as your lips trailed up his neck and over his chin. He opened his mouth and swallowed your tongue when you pushed it deep inside. He sucked on it briefly before he exchanged the favor. You consumed it, your fingers flew through undoing the button and zipper of his tight jeans. They dove inside to seize his fully formed erection.

“Wait.. wait..” he gasped, breathless.

There was another whimper of pleasure as you caressed him. Your free hand twisted up in that mane of hair. The grip tightened both places at the same time you slammed your mouth into his once more. There was a noise between surprise and acceptance as you held the back of his head in place. Your lips and tongues struggled to outdo one another.

“Why are we hiding?” Ivan broke away from you again. His hands running over your back and ass. They were like fire as they moved under your shirt. Your skin set ablaze by his touch.

Your eyes stared solely at those lips. Ivan’s swollen and chapped lips as he spoke. You rushed forward to devour them. The air caught in his lungs while you sucked at those lips. Made them swell and pulsate like his member in your grip. Just the tip of your tongue darted out to taste them and a hint of copper. One of you had started to bleed.

Ivan remembered himself and pushed you back. Your face delicately in his palms placed on your cheeks. You were forced to look at him. Those eyes that bore holes into your soul. His crooked nose and crooked tooth and crooked grin with the dimples made a smile spread across your face. He was breathless while he waited for your answer.

You sighed, clung to his leather jacket now. Leaning into his chest you spoke, “I just don’t want Gloria getting the impression we like, double date. Plus I like having you to myself.”

You let your own hands travel up his sides and stomach. Ivan noticeably trembled with desire.

“Ye make out like we’re something dirty,” he sweetly kissed your forehead.

“It’s exciting! Makes my lips quake, if you know what I mean.” You straddled his knee. “Sexy badass rockstar all those slaggy girls want, but I’m the one going home with you at night,” you whispered in his ear before nipping at it. “Ivan The Adorable.”

“Crikey ye can’t call me that and a bloody badass in one sentence.” Ivan was clearly annoyed. “I’m not adorable, and I’m more than Neil’s little brother.”

You kissed the pout that formed. Your tongue meshed and battled with him again. He fought back heroically, overtaking you. It caught you off guard. Ivan elicited both a moan and another squeal from somewhere deep inside of you.

“I know you’re not just the little brother,” you said without looking away from his mouth. “That’s why I got you a meeting with Paul McGuinness.”

Ivan bent to kiss your neck as you were talking but stopped dead in his tracks. “Pauly McGuinns from school? That Neil grew up wit? U2’s manager? Ye taking the piss?!”

“One and the same. He and Hammond think you’re so much better solo. Why would I fuck with you, Ive? We all know Neil is holding you back.”

Ivan backed away from you. His lip quivered for another reason. “Not this shite again. I told ye, Y/N he’s my BROTHER. Look how far he’s brought me. Just took the long way round I suppose.”

“Sure. One missed rent away from having to suck Karl’s dick for cash. Even GLORIA thinks you’re meant for better shit.”

“Fuck. You.”

“Ivan!”

“He’s my BLOOD. I told you that. You’re just some chick I like t’fuck, but Neil. He wouldn’t betray me. Get it through your head, y/n. I’m not doing it t’him.”

Then Ivan turned and was gone. Your cheeks flushed with fury because you knew he would regret that belief one day. You just weren’t going to stick around for the fallout.

As soon as the room door closed behind you, Ivan’s mouth was on yours, snogging you insistently as he backed you into the room, practically tearing at your clothes.

“Maybe I should rile you up more often if this is the result,” you laughed, your breath hitching as Ivan bared your tits, his mouth working its way down your neck to your chest, surely leaving several marks in his wake.

“Yeah well, maybe you deserve a little payback!” he yelped, hastily unbuttoning your jeans. “Cause thanks t’you I had t’play in front of a couple hundred people tonight with a ragin’ hardon!”

“Oh, please. Tell me it wasn’t worth it,” you purred, gasping as he yanked down your jeans and knickers in one swift motion.

You’d never seen Ivan so rough before… and you liked it.

“Oh, it was worth it alright, y’little tart, but I think the punishment should match th’crime,” he exclaimed, hastily undressing himself, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. “Maybe I should fuck you against th’window, hmm? Show everyone down on th’street just how lucky you are,” he mused.

“Against the window! Are you insane?” you cried, gaping at him, though you had to admit, you’d never been wetter.

“After that little stunt? You’re not gettin’ off that easy!” Surging forward, Ivan pinned your back to the cool glass, your breath hitching as he lifted your leg to hike over his hip, the tip of his cock bumping against your entrance.

“Now, say please, like a good girl,” he murmured, lifting a thick eyebrow at you.

“What?” you exclaimed, tempted to turn your face to see if anyone was actually watching from outside.

“I wanna hear you beg for it, darlin’. After all that teasin’, I feel I’m owed a little in return.”

Unable to resist that smug grin on his sweet face, you relented. “Please, Ivan! Please, I need you,” you purred, watching his expression and the way his pupils dilated with want.

“What d’you need, love?” he drawled in response, pressing closer, your back fully up against the window now.

“I need you t’ruin me,” you begged, wetting your lips, your mouth going dry.

“Alright then, how can I resist when you beg so nicely?” Ivan murmured, capturing your lips as he slid into you, stretching you with each rock of his hips. It wasn’t long before he had you crying out his name, his breath heavy in your ear as he fucked you relentlessly against the window, your skin sticking to the glass with the sweat that coated you.

At least he hadn’t wanted you to turn around, facing the window, you thought. This way people wouldn’t see your face… if there was even anyone down there.

Closing your eyes, you focused on Ivan, each thrust sending a shockwave of pleasure pulsing through you, and you buried your face in his long curls, your fingers biting into his shoulders as you clutched at him desperately.

“Is this what you wanted?” he gasped without slowing.

“Mhmm!” you managed to hum, your head swimming, your voice barely working.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he whimpered, his hips shuddering, his thrusts becoming jerky.

“I”m close—” you whispered, your voice breathier than usual. “Fill me, Ivan.”

He merely nodded, gasping as he felt you contract around him, coming with a groan, his hips bucking several more times as he filled you, his movements slowing as you shuddered and twitched, the last bit of friction overstimulating you.

Finally Ivan stilled, letting his head fall forward against the windowpane with a soft ‘thunk’ as he caught his breath, the heat from his sweat soaked skin, and yours, fogging the glass. When he finally lifted his face, you took it between your hands, tenderly stroking his cheeks with your thumbs.

“I have to admit, that was pretty hot,” you murmured, wincing slightly as he helped peel your back from the glass, your skin sticking, lifting you in his arms.

As you were carried away, you could hear the faint sound of cheers and wolf whistles from below and you once again silently thanked God your back had been to the window.

“Where are you taking me?” you asked, laughter in your voice as he passed the bed.

“I need a shower somethin’ awful, and you’re comin’ with me,” he replied, grinning down at you in his arms.

“I won’t argue with that, a shower sounds nice,” you sighed as he nudged open the door to set you down atop the counter before turning on the water and shutting the door. “So, I guess this means we’re even, then?” you asked, watching Ivan straighten.

“For now,” he answered with a grin, stepping between your knees to press a kiss to your quirked lips. “But pull a stunt like y’did earlier and I’ll have t’even things back up again. Understood?” he asked, raising an amused eyebrow at you.

“Understood,” you answered with a smirk of your own, slipping off the counter to step past him toward the shower stall. “Now come here, so I can clean you up.”

With a cheeky grin, Ivan joined you, sighing as he stepped under the cool water. ---------------------------

“Yeah, do you mind? I got cold.”

“Well, I can keep you warmer than that shirt can,” Luke huffed, a petulant note to his voice that made you laugh.

“Are you really jealous of a piece of clothing?” you teased, poking his cheek playfully before he pulled you back down to the bed.

“I’m not jealous of a fuckin’ shirt, alright?” he cried, slipping his hand underneath it to feel you up.

“I thought guys liked it when their girlfriends steal their clothes?” you pointed out, stilling in his embrace, his hand warm on your breast.

“I s’pose it is rather cute,” he admitted. “Still, I think you’re cuter with nothin’ on.”

Rolling your eyes, you shifted, letting your gaze roam over your boyfriend, just taking him in, memorizing the exact shade of green in his eyes, or the shape of his expressive eyebrows.

“Can I play with your hair?” you asked suddenly, the words slipping out before you could catch them.

For a moment Luke stared at you.

“What?” he asked, a hint of laughter in his voice.

“It just looks so soft, I’ve only ever really got to put my hands in it when you go down on me and I’m a little more focused on what’s goin’ on elsewhere,” you protested, pouting at the look of amusement on Luke’s face.

“Alright, go on then,” he exclaimed, fighting back a smirk. “You’re fuckin’ adorable, y’know that?” he muttered, settling his head in your lap so you could play with his hair.

Smiling softly to yourself, you gently ran your fingers through his wild curls, focusing on twirling one of the springier locks around your digit, feeling rather at peace. Catching Luke watching you, you directed your smile down at him.

“Havin’ fun?” he asked, amusement filling his words.

“I am. I really like your hair,” you murmured.

Silence fell once more, your fingers lightly scratching his scalp seemed to lull him into a doze until you spoke again.

“Hey Luke,” you mused, and he grunted in response. “Tell me somethin’ about yourself that I don’t know.”

“Somethin’ y’don’t know? Like what?” he asked, opening his eyes to look at you, a small worried frown tugging at his lips.

“I dunno… how about your family? You’ve never really talked about them,” you suggested.

“My family?” Luke repeated weakly. “Yeah, alright, I guess I can tell yeh about them…” he murmured, chewing his lip, a far away look crossing his face.

“My mum died when I was young, I never really knew her all that well. My dad was a fuckin’ deadbeat, an alcoholic and an addict, not much of a father at all. And then there’s my older brother, Chris, th’fuckin’ bigwig businessman that he was, he took care of us. If you can fuckin’ call it that,” he muttered sourly.

“He always said he had big plans for me, but really all that meant was that I’d take over his drug business some day.” Luke sighed, shaking his head, his curls falling over his forehead.

“I’m glad t’be away from them,” he admitted, his thick brows drawing down. “There’s nothin’ for me back there. You…” he trailed off, his eyes darting away and you frowned, wanting to know what he had been going to say.

“Luke…?”

Heaving a heavy sigh, he knew what you were going to ask and he knew you’d get it out of him one way or another. “You’re the only thing I’ve got goin’ for me right now,” he confessed. “You’re… the only family I have.”

His words took you aback and you froze, your fingers stalling in his hair. “You’re my family too, Luke,” you whispered, leaning in to kiss his forehead.

After a moment, Luke snorted softly, shaking his head again as if to dispel the sappy things he’d admitted moments ago. “That’s enough about me for tonight,” he quickly exclaimed, pulling you back down to the bed, stealing a kiss as his long legs tangled with yours.

You knew he was merely deflecting from talking about his feelings, but you didn’t call him out on it, too content in his arms and the fact that he had opened up to you, at least a little more. It was a start.

———————

He bit the spot behind her ear then nipped at her lobe. Jeanie’s moan mixed with a laugh as she hung her head back to expose the rest of her neck. Darren’s love bites traveled down her throat the same time he unzipped her dress and tugged it completely off.

There was a sharp intake of breath when his wife’s body was exposed to the ocean breeze that filled the air. Jeanie leaned to grip the other side of the counter where sat. Darren pulled her bra straps down one at a time, his kisses followed the same path along each arm. Her free hand pushed Darren's head between her tits.

He only lingered there for a moment before he spun her sideways and laid her down along the bar. He let his tongue trace up from her cleavage to her neck again and pushed deep inside of her mouth.

Darren's hand had been flat on Jeanie's stomach. All the while his lips went upwards, the palm of his hand went down until his fingers grabbed at her cunt through her panties. They rubbed two, three at a time swiftly over them. Easily teased Jeanie wet as he made a repetitive tapping motion where her clit was under the cotton.

Jeanie's back lifted off the bar. She moaned loudly into Darren's mouth while fighting off his tongue with her own. He stretched her arms above her head and pinned them together at the wrist. His fingers working her clit over her panties now optioned to actually plummet inside of her slit.

Her hips twisted as Darren continued to plunge his fingers in and out. The middle one flicked over her clit and the hood that covered it. Then they shifted to a hook motion further in before his finger circled with a fury.

Jeanie found herself fucking Darren's hand. Her lower half untamed as she rocked forward and back into his fingers. Her gyrations and his and their tongues found a back and forth motion. Her nails curled around the hand that held her at bay.

He broke the kiss to focus on how fast his fingers flew in and out of her. Jeanie was writhing, her body somehow also relaxing into what he was doing. Everything stopped working except Darren's two fingers as they concentrated solely on working her clit. He alternated at a speed of agonizingly slow which built to rapid.

She felt it. That spiraling heat that starts in her stomach and spreads like her legs were. The convulsion that made her appear possessed as her cunt grew slicker and throbbed. It constricted as Jeanie rolled her body in a body-shuddering orgasm.

An orgasm that Darren and his fingers’ motions rode out until she bent and stretched a few times and screamed out his name. Smug satisfaction on those pillowy lips. He raised an eyebrow while looking down at Jeanie to dared to stare back as she came down from her high.

Darren bent to kiss his wife whose body shuddered involuntarily. She moved to get up, but despite releasing her from his grip, he still held Jeanie in place. His fingers were still slick with her.

“I told ye sweetheart, I'm supposed t’be making ye feel good.”

“Dazz,” Jeanie's mouth was dry, “You made me cum three times. I'm gold.” She smiled lazily at him.

“Ye could cum three more times,” his mouth turned down as his eyebrows lifted up. As if he was challenging her.

“It's been a rather long while. With work and Maeve and you and Tommy in Phuket for a few weeks.” Jeanie turned out her bottom lip, “You were working right?”

Darren sighed through his nose, “C’mon Red, ye know we were. Ye do so much around here when I'm gone.”

He stood at the end of the bar and yanked Jeanie by the calves towards him. He situated them on either shoulder after removing her panties completely.

“Ye run the tiki bar.”

He ran his nose from her knee down her inner thigh towards her cunt. He lost it briefly inside her pubic hair. Darren's finger and thumb separated her so he could sweep his tongue over Jeanie's clit.

Her hips jolted in reflex, but her husband ignored them. His lips now the ones to brush the length of her other thigh back up to that knee.

“AND ye take care of our daughter.”

Darren leaned forward so that Jeanie's knees bent back. His tongue flat like his palm earlier pushed along her pelvis towards her navel where he dipped just the tip of it.

Now his arms snaked under Jeanie's thighs and around so that he had that same access with his hands. To spread her slit and her thighs at the same time.

Both sets of Jeanie's nails twisted and pulled Darren's hair to hold his head in place. It didn't stop him from looking up at her just as his tongue dove inside of her cunt the way his fingers had.

She locked her ankles and her eyes with Darren. Then pushed his face back down so that he was buried in her cunt.

“Fuck me,” Jeanie struggled to find her voice.

“What?” Darren mumbled into her. His tongue lapped at her while he used his nose to caress her clit.

“I'm going to fuck your mouth,” she demanded now.

Her grip on his hair led to Jeanie pushing Darren's head back and forth. She thrust her pelvis off the bar and down so that his tongue and mouth found their pace.

He alternated from flicking his tongue in and out like a snake and suctioning his lips to her. He relished the way she undulated into his mouth. He went back to taking long swipes the entire length of her cunt that ended in successive swirls and savored the taste.

Darren knew that drove Jeanie crazy. That he loved when she came on him. That he triggered the release of it just enough with the pattern of tongue, fingertips and lips. He would taste it for a day, secretly not bothering to rinse himself out after. So his wife was left to indulge in it herself.

Sometimes, out of curiosity, she urged him to try writing the alphabet with the end of his tongue. Like now she rolled and tried to catch him in her thighs when he hit the letter G. Over and over S, Z, M.

“FASTER!” Jeanie screamed. Darren laughed and held her steady. This was the point where her words were compulsory, uninhibited. “I'M GONNA CUM IN YOUR MOUTH!” Her face flushed as she contorted wantonly.

Darren stopped abruptly only to glance up at her and snort. His heavy breathing edged her along. "Dirty bitch," he exhaled.

Then he was on her again. His jaw ached but it was the least he could do. For making him new and giving him a second chance. One body shaking orgasm like the one that burst through Jeanie now. Two. Three. They would never come close to how she took care of him the last two years.

Darren stood up and wiped the back of his hand across his lips before sucking on his thumb briefly. To relish what she left behind before stroking her thighs.

“Alright now, love? Told ye I’d make ye feel good didn't I?”