Chapter 15

“Honestly?” she said, “I suppose in my wildest dreams I did. But realistically?”

I nodded.

“Realistically, I just hoped that we could be friends, that we could get along well enough to co-parent Sareen. Anything else is just icing on the cake.”

I dropped my arm beside the couch.

“Well,” I said, “I don’t have any icing, but I do have this can of whipped cream!”

I brought my arm up and squirted some on her nose and licked it off, then chased her into the bedroom.

She must have still been weak, because I caught her just inside the door. I swept her up in my arms and carried her the rest of the way, our lips locked together.

I was careful not to hurt her arm. I set her down on her feet at the end of the bed and she slid into my arms, our lips meeting as we devoured each other. Those full puffy lips I remembered so well, that had filled my dreams since I first tasted them, were everything they promised, and more.

I crushed her against me and her arms went around my neck. We kissed for long minutes, our breath growing heavy and short. She pulled back a couple of inches and began tugging at my shirt, pulling it over my head and throwing it in the direction of a chair. She kissed her way down until she was kneeling before me, her hands opening my belt and sliding my jeans and boxers to the floor. I was rock-hard; the anticipation was almost too much.

She looked up at me with those shocking eyes, her lips formed a plush red cheerio and she planted them firmly on the tip of my cock. Slowly, the cheerio spread apart and slid down the shaft a couple of inches. I could feel her tongue, squirming energetically, teasing the sensitive area just under my head, swirling to the same area on top as she turned her head.

Her eyes never left mine, and she took more. I felt my cock bump against the back of her throat and she gagged a little. She backed off a fraction and then advanced again. I felt her swallow a couple of times, convulsively, and then she was moving forward until her nose was touching my belly. Somehow, she managed to get her tongue out, and it tickled my balls for a second. God, she was good! She pulled off for a second and gasped, then she attacked me, her lips sliding, using incredible suction and her tongue going mad. In two minutes, she had me on the edge.

“Sara, I’m…”

Her hand came up and milked the portion of my cock not in her mouth and I exploded. I nearly collapsed as the sensation overcame my rational mind and I floated on the sea of ecstasy, just my cock and Sara’s hot mouth existing in my universe. She drained me dry and I had to sit on the edge of the bed. She let my wilting member slip free and I pulled her up for a kiss. She knew from experience that I didn’t mind kissing her after she blew me. After that loving gift, it was the least I could do.

“God, baby,” I breathed. “You nearly stopped my heart there.”

“Just wait, there’s much more,” she murmured.

I stripped her, reveling in the soft firmness of her spectacular curves and valleys. I stood, picked her up and carried her to the side of the bed. I lowered her gently to the sheets and her hair surrounded her like a halo. “Don’t move,” I told her.

I went to the bathroom and found some scented massage oil. Perfect. I went back to the door and stood there, admiring the perfection that was Sara. Her face was turned away from me and her eyes were closed. She looked like a fire goddess. “Sara,” I called softly. I had to see those eyes.

I saw them open and her head swung toward me, slowly and robotically. “God, Sara,” I breathed. She took my breath away with her beauty.

“There is no Sara, only Zuul,” she said, in a low demonic growl. I stood there for a second as she gazed at me, then we both burst into hysterical laughter.

I ran and pounced on her. She winced and I was instantly contrite. “I’m sorry, baby; did I hurt your arm?”

“Yes, but not much,” she said. I put my nose against hers. I looked deeply into her eyes and we both burst into laughter again. God, how I’d missed this woman, this absurd, funny, brilliant and beautiful woman.

“Relax, beautiful,” I told her when I could speak again. “I’m going to make your day.”

“You already have,” she said. “I’m home, John. That made my decade.”

“Mine, too,” I said, rolling her to her stomach. That perfect ass jutted up at me and I gave it a spank. She squealed and I poured the oil on it, soothing and kneading the steely softness.

Epilogue:

Marley was scooting across the floor as fast as her eleven-month-old crawl could take her. Yeah, we have a fondness for M names for girls. Tomy rolled his eyes and saw her coming. He snorted a little, but didn’t move anything other than his eyes. She crawled up and put both hands on his belly. One foot came up and waved feebly in the air, careful not to knock her off balance. She slowly pushed herself up, using him for a prop until she was standing. She wavered uncertainly for a moment and plopped down on her diaper with a little squeal. Sareen giggled from where she was cuddled up against my side. We were reading a book.

“She’s silly, Daddy,” she peeked up at me with those impossible huge blue eyes.

“Yeah, she is,” I said.

The door opened and she stood there, backlit by the setting sun. She was gorgeous!

That long red hair fell down around her like a flame. She had on a tight skirt and top that showed off all her advantages, and she had plenty of advantages. She was gorgeous! She was also lethal and deceptive, and she would break your heart. She could also mend it, and I knew mine was safe in her care.