“Stop teasing,” she knew his level of resistance couldn’t have been that potent- not when she could feel the eye-widening extent of his sex long, broad and heavy where it nudged her thighs.
“Not ready to come,” he groaned in the midst of rotating his tongue inside her mouth. “I will as soon as I’m inside you.”
“Losing your stamina?” She teased and then gasped when his lips glided down her throat to skim the rise of her breasts.
“My dick is still getting used to having you back.” His lips closed over a nipple then and he spoke over it while he suckled. “I’ll be coming after three good strokes...easy…” He treated the nipple to a long suckle that left the bud erect for more.
“But I need it,” she moaned, not caring that her voice sounded like an immature whimper. She whimpered again, watching him tend her breasts, taking turns sucking then nibbling the tip of one while raking the tip of the other beneath his tempting thumb.
“I need it, Guy…” she called out into the roaring shower and was vaguely stunned that the water hadn’t already chilled around them. Perhaps it had, she thought. Perhaps it had and their body heat was just too infernal to register the change.
“Stop teasing,” she threaded her fingers through his hair and then tugged back a soaked handful to make him look at her. “I’m asking you to stop.”
He recognized her play on his code word. In seconds, she’d dismantled his resistance when she kept their eye contact and ground into him.
“Fuck,” he shuddered, taking them both over the edge with one sudden, invasive thrust.
They groaned in unison, the coupling still as overwhelming to her as it was for him. Hill settled his face into the deep valley between her breasts and savored her intimate hold on his erection. As he expected, he was soon gripped by the abrupt tightening that signaled release. Taking her so consistently during his stay in Hawaii had helped somewhat in setting his stamina to rights. He’d backed off in the days before his planned return to the east coast and his hormones were telling him just how much they’d frowned upon that.
Persephone's breathy, infectious cries in his ear as she enjoyed her orgasm, were doing even less to keep him from erupting inside her. With another fierce curse, he squeezed her hips and withdrew, panting between her breasts while he willed off impending climax.
“Do that again and regret it,” Persephone vowed.
“I’m sorry,” he didn’t hesitate to offer his apology and kissed his way down to her navel as he moved to his knees.
He gave her a tug and with effortless grace, Persephone rose. She mimicked his stance, going to her knees when he squeezed her hip in silent instruction.
They were near the far end of the shower and Persephone braced her hand to the marble tiles when he claimed her from behind. It was a vigorous claiming that she fully appreciated. The rhythmic slam of the muscular wall of flesh against her was as arousing as the stretch of her velvety walls around his sex.
“Sef...ah, fuck…” his hands were almost brutal on her hips as he labored to tamp down what she riled inside him.
“Don’t stop,” her words were strained but genuine.
Hill grunted his disappointment then. “No can do, Goddess…” Seconds later, he was losing the battle over his resistance.
“Mmm-that,” she breathed, satisfaction coursing its way through her, “that’s allowed.” She could feel the hot spray of his semen splashing consistently, heavily inside her.
Still coming, Hill snaked a hand about Persephone’s waist and smoothed upward until the generous weight of one breast was filling his palm.
Persephone reveled in the kaleidoscope of sensation transitioning inside her. Hill was just as affected, resting his forehead against her spine while savoring the feel of his dick expelling the last of its seed.
When they were spent, silent consensus had
them shutting off the water and then making their way to the bed
where they mindlessly toweled off and then stretched out on crisp,
welcoming sheets. Exhaustion rendered them immobile once they
surrendered to its demands.
CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN
Imani Tesano made good on her promise that dinner was to be quite the occasion. Besides Persephone, Hill and the girls, Roman and Imani were to host Pike and Sabella, Smoak and Sabra en route from Las Vegas and Caiphus and SyBilla who had taken a flight out from California earlier that day.
The new arrivals had been informed that
their presence would be required at that night’s dinner. They’d
received no additional information. Persephone couldn’t help but
muse over how everyone was paying forward the element of
surprise.
~~~
“Impossible,” Pike breathed when his parents and brother shared the story with him and Belle who’d been the first to arrive.
The five had gathered in the back den, the one reserved for the immediate family. The room was a comfortable, lived in area and served as a photo log of the family’s growth. Photos, that included, a picture of a very young Roman and Imani gazing dreamily at one another as they embraced. Being carried on his father’s broad shoulders, was a laughing 20 month old Hill.
Hill, standing with an arm around Belle’s shoulders, clapped a hand to Pike’s chest and then made a pretense of straightening the Yankees jersey that hung outside his brother’s jeans.
“Sorry for stealin’ your thunder, Chump. Looks like I beat you to the punch again.” Hill raved over himself. “First born, first to dazzle the family, first to bring home the grandkids...no offense, Belle,” he dutifully kissed his sister-in-law on the mouth and stood back to gauge his little brother’s reaction.
Pike grinned, shook his head. “Not even you can irritate me out of being happy for you.”
The brothers embraced tightly, breaking apart once Pike put a hard kiss to his brother’s cheek.
“So where are they?” Belle clasped her hands, her chestnut brown eyes aglow with excitement.
On cue it seemed, the silver-eyed twins raced in with their high ponytails flying eagerly until they came to a stop before their aunt and uncle.
Pike knelt before them, his expression was as wondrous as it was adoring. “Well look at you both...I’m-”
“Hi Uncle Pike!”
Gaping, Pike looked up in wonder, his eyes locking with Persephone’s. “How?”
“Mommy showed us pictures,” Leeya said.
“And told us you did lanthropy.” Layah added.
Laughter circled among the adults over Layah’s mispronunciation of ‘philanthropy’.
