Authors: Cora Blu
She balked seeing where he was taking her. “Jonathan, are you crazy. I'm not making love in the window now...like this.”
A slice of moonlight bathed the cushion while he snatched pillows from the sofa dropping them on the floor. Leaving her standing, he knelt down and leaned on his elbows staring out over the river, the current dragging fallen twigs along through the early evening...peaceful. “Come down here beside me.”
“What's wrong with the bed?” She'd backed away until her legs bumped the edge of the sofa and her breast jiggled, the dark stiff nipples catching his attention. He threw out a hand, but she righted herself and stood covering a hand over her stomach.
He followed to the soft curls covering her sex and his mouth watered and reality struck. That's why she felt unclean. Kenya was always smooth and slick. Down on all fours crawling toward her shaking his head he grinned seeing his wife covering her sex. Easing his face over the v between her thighs Jonathan took a moment to remind him of her sweet scent, his heartbeat hammering beneath his ribcage, his nose brushing over Kenya's knuckles. “Move yer hands before I bite ya,” he said putting his mouth to her inner thigh. Kenya laid her hands flat to the sides of her thighs. “Look at me.” He licked out his tongue and drug it up through her slit, lapped the moisture until the little nub stopped his movements. Kissing the soft curls, he sat back, smiled and crawled away to the window and got into his previous position.
Kenya smiled and crossed her arms under her breasts blushing profusely. “Whew! I miss that, but wouldn't the bed be more comfortable?” He watched the flames reflection on Kenya's legs and wanted those chocolate ribbons tied around his head as he licked her dry.
“Our bed is too close to the baby, reminding you of what your body just went through. You're still sexy and my only fantasy. Come here and sit on the cushion.” Kenya nodded toward the open shutters. “No, they stay open.”
Kenya blushed lowering down on the cushion. Jonathan sat back on his heels braced back on the palms of his hands. His arousal stuck straight out like an offering, pointing at Kenya.
“Place your hands under your breasts.” Fingers flexing, Kenya raised her hands slowly from her lap and he wasn't certain she'd do it until she cupped them as perfectly as he would. Caressing the curves and swells, she praised them as if she hadn't truly looked at them before now. Appreciated their power to bring him to his knees while nourishing their son and rounded out her supple curves. Hell, had he truly looked at her before this moment, really looked at his wife? He found he'd grasped the head of his erection stroking the swollen head taking in the woman touching herself. Jonathan unfurled his fingers before he had nothing left to pleasure his wife with other than his tongue. “They're beautiful,” he told her admiring the firm orbs. “Now let your hands slide down to your navel. Draw circles around it with your finger until I tell you to stop.”
Adjusting her hips on the cushion, Kenya shot a glance around the room. Agitated, she peered back over her shoulder and he waited for her to do as he'd said. He watched her finger lower to her naval never touching her stomach. She was embarrassed and uncomfortable about the weight. The weight he thought looked good on his woman. Kneeling on all fours he faced her. Kenya's stomach rose and fell under her heavy breathing, but she drew the circles around her navel. After each circle, he crawled closer. Kenya's breathing sped up, highlighting the ragged beat of her pulse in her neck. “Wet your finger drawing it slowly around your navel.” She stopped and blinked several times before raising her hand to her mouth. Shaking his head, he warned, “Not from there,” nodding toward her swollen sex, he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth anticipating the taste of his wife. He crawled closer bracing his hands on her knees. His lungs beat at his ribs his breathing labored watching her touch herself. Slick and wet. Kenya drew the wet finger around her navel as he slowly eased her legs apart; the full view of his woman excited him further. Lowering his face to her stomach, he licked a trail following Kenya's finger. The tangy and sweet liquid danced over his tongue and he couldn't suck her finger into his mouth fast enough.
Kenya moaned. He kept his gaze on her face, reading her responses before each stroke of his tongue. Releasing her hand Jonathan watched her mouth go slack under his attention. Her body glistened between her thighs. This time she dipped her finger slowly between the folds keeping her eyes on his mouth. She enjoyed seducing him. At that moment, he wanted to replace her finger with his tongue, slipping in and out of her body. He craved a taste from the swollen folds of her sex, but she was already self-conscious and he couldn't handle her pulling away when he was about to explode.
He had to get inside her feel her heat around him. He leaned over grabbing some protection making quick work of rolling it on and stood between her open thighs. Jonathan leaned down licking the undersides of her breast. Kenya leaned her head back on the window. Her thighs fell back and he looked down at all she offered freely.
The soft, thin skin of her inner thighs he massaged with his thumbs his fingers gripping around her muscled yet curvier hips. He pushed at her legs opening them even further apart keeping his attention on her face. “Am I hurting you, Mo Ru'n?” he asked, gently massaging her inner thigh muscles feeling the tension in her legs under his fingers. “You like that?”
Kenya complained on a moan, “I'm gonna hump your finger in a minute--Jonathan, get in there now!”
Closing a hand under the head of his erection, he guided himself between her swollen folds. The ease of her flesh,separating with each inch dipping deeper behind his hips pushing himself deeper into her warm folds. He said, “Look at us Kenya. Look how perfectly tight our bodies merge. Nothing can come between us. Prison, lies, hate, envy, countries, nothing will ever keep me from your love.” She tipped her head forward, dark brown curls spilling over her shoulders and he grasped her hand and closed it around his length dipping in and out of her body. Slick and wet, it appeared and disappeared behind each stroke of his hips. Kenya's lips parted on a slow low moan before she scooted closer to the edge of the cushion. He caught her legs until they were around his waist and lifted her from the seat. He gritted his teeth not to come while she rode him there at the window with her naked hips gripped in his hands. Kenya clung to his shoulders as her climax erupted shaking her body over his. Her nails dug into his back with her arms tight over his shoulders. She cried out into his neck and his climax burned up through his body to fill the protection. He stumbled and caught a hand to the wall, supporting their weight. Jonathan cursed and Kenya’s hand clamped over his mouth. Together they eyed the door separating the living room from the bedroom, thinking of their son asleep in the nursery. Eyes squeezed shut under small quakes still sparking through his erection after such an intense climax.
Shaky, Jonathan held Kenya's back to the wall speaking into her hair tumbled over and around her shoulder. “Ta' mo chroi' istigh ionat, Kenya,” he said on a groan.
“My love is within you as well, sweet husband. Thank you for loving me.”
He would love her until the day after he died. She was the backbone of his family and quickly becoming the backbone of his world.
He stroked the pads of his fingers along the column of her neck, kissing Kenya's fevered skin shielding her thudding heartbeat, sucking the warm skin under her jaw, her ragged moans bouncing around the tiled walls. Their mouths met in a slow sated dance. “Thank you for standing by me all this time, through everything,” Jonathan said. He kissed her with a hunger he hoped never died and carried her to the bathroom. After removing the condom, flushing it down the toilet, he stood under the shower of warm water holding his wife in his arms. He couldn't imagine life without Kenya and Ethan.
“Jonathan,” Kenya spoke her wet face angled up and her eyelids low. Warm fingers caressed him; Kenya massaged his semi hard erection with her thumb. It only took a moment before he was pressing at her stomach straight and hard. He knew what she wanted and why she wanted to do it for him. Bad memories haunt until they consume you. She'd make his go away, if he could just relax.
The first touch of Kenya's soft lips closing over his skin had him involuntarily jerking forward. His wife, sensing his apprehension, raised her left hand threading their fingers together until their wedding bands lay snug to one another.
In that moment, that perfect connection, the painful memories eased enough to enjoy the pleasure on his wife's face. That's what he had to remember, this was his wife and she did this out of love for him. No force, no degrading stares from her warm chocolate eyes. Pure, raw love pulled on the length of him, slipping around the most sensitive part of his body. She handled his body and his pride masterfully, rolling, caressing them simultaneously between her love and fingers, making him shudder. He had no use for the anger and sickening emotions that normally followed in this situation, but Kenya took his hostility and disgust, molded the ugly edges from his mind. Behind every lick, he felt her love. Every moan rising from her mouth, gave a measure of approval he hadn't known he needed. Every dip of her head, he felt the fight she'd taken on to get him out of prison. Wet hairs tickling his stomach, were the weekly calls that shined light on his world and he enjoyed the moment a little more. His chest burned with the rapid beating of his heart, the muscle straining to pump harder behind every touch of her hand.
It wasn't about the act. It was the love behind the act. The mutual respect they showed for one another. Pressure built. Reaching down he gathered as much of her hair as he could with his hands shaking, held it back and watched her work.
Jonathan's stomach muscles tightened behind each hallowing of her cheeks his hips flexing keeping up with Kenya's hunger. He wanted to pound into her face between her lips as the sensations overwhelmed him. He opened his fingers allowed all the dark chocolate curls to fall from his hand, afraid he'd pull it from her head if she took him past his restraint.
Then she did it. Kenya took him past his control, coaxed everything he held back through the years, every ounce he wouldn't give to other women and drained his hold on the violent picture from his past. Muffling curse after violent curse, Jonathan realized he'd somehow had a hank of her hair squeezed between his fingers. He dropped her hair. “Do that again and I'll start praying in Gaelic, Mo Ru'n.”
After a minute...or twelve, he could hardly remember how they’d gotten into the bathroom, and looked down into the caring and happy face of his wife and replaced the old memory from the alley to this one with her beautiful smile. Helping her to her feet, he held Kenya tight to his chest, water pouring between them, and rocked her until they were dancing under the water.
“I found the strength to forgive those that hurt me from the love you showered over me. I hope my love can give you the same strength to let go of the ugly memories and replace them with our new ones.”
This miracle belonged to him. Gently he caressed the line of her throat with his fingers smoothing the fine hairs stuck to her nape and set his mouth against her to brush back and forth. There were no words to explain their connection except they were meant for one another and he would never chance losing her again.
He could hear their son waking in the next room. Bringing his face down to hers Jonathan ran a finger along her bottom lip.
She loosened her grip on his waist to grab a towel from the shelf. Tucking it around her body, Kenya said, “Your son sounds hungry, husband.” Kenya flexed her fingers squeezing his behind beneath her grip.
He joined her wrapping a towel around his waist, tucking the ends securely. Jonathan seized a second towel looped it around her wet waves and angled Kenya to pad out of the bathroom to the bed. He tossed the large square pillows, turned the covers down, fluffed the bed pillows, and then held a hand out to the bed. “In the bed, Pretty Lady,” he directed lovingly. When she raised her hand to un-tuck the towel he stopped her, having missing nearly a year of undressing his wife, Jonathan closed his fingers over the ends of the towel opening it. His eyes trailed every valley and mound until he noticed the goose bumps on her stomach. “Get under the covers and I'll start a fire.” The sheets rustled as Kenya eased beneath the covers, propping up on her elbow. He handed her the little pillow she used to support their son while Ethan nursed and she smiled and set it on the bed.
“Oh, wait, Ethan needs to be changed.” She slid her knees up angling her feet out from under the covers, getting to her feet. “I can feed him in the nursery.”
Reaching out, pressing her shoulders to the bed he smiled and watched her layback against the pillows. “I've waited thirty years to become a father. Let me...”
“You know, Blakemore, when we met, I suspected your domestic side was a come on,” Kenya held a hand out crawling her fingers up his thigh. Grasping her fingers, he stepped up bringing them to his mouth kissing the palm. “You like taking care of me,” she said touching his chest with her other hand.
“I never want you to feel like you have to live apart from me. I told you. My role doesn't change because you're independent. I'm still the man and it's still my responsibility to protect you. And protecting you is making sure no one comes between you and your dreams whatever they may be at the moment. If it's seeing our son nurse at your breast, then it's my responsibility to block anything that stops that. And after seeing my son eat you're gonna need some food too.” Picking up the remote from the side table, he aimed it toward the hearth watching the flames grow. He grabbed his pants up off the floor, tugging them up over his semi hard erection then carefully tucked himself behind the zipper.
“Jonathan...” Kenya raised her knees under the covers resting her cheek and he'd never seen her so soft and fierce at the same time. “In the parking lot of The Pink Diamond...In my heart, I knew you would be the father of my children.” She twisted her wedding ring. “I had no idea it would feel this good when it came true.”