"Let's go to bed then. I ache for you," I told him.
"Where do you ache?" Bo pressed a kiss on my neck. "Is it here?"
"No, lower." But I tilted my neck to the side. He suckled lightly which raised goosebumps all over.
His hand slid lower and drew a finger over my taut nipple. "Here? Is your heart empty?"
"No, my heart is so full it might burst." I captured his hand and brought it up to my lips. "I'm empty in my pussy. I need your cock filling me up. I need your come inside me."
"Oh fuck me." Bo bit his lip and gritted his teeth when I dragged his hand down between my legs to the tissues still swollen from my arousal and release. He stroke me lightly. "Not until you go to the doctor."
I rubbed up against him but he took his hand away. "Let's go to the bedroom and cuddle."
Rather than pout, I simply pushed up off the table and walked down the hall to our bedroom. No amount of arguing was going to move Bo from this position. He was always trying to make me happy but there were a few times when he put down his foot and I had to give in. The first time was when I was thinking of going to the University of Chicago for a two year MBA program in the College of Business. Bo insisted on paying for it. I told him Roger had offered but Bo was mulish. He was going to provide for me and that was that. The second time was when we got this apartment. I had no job and Bo was paying for my grad program. I wanted to get a job and rent a cheap apartment. Bo took one look at the "goddamn slum" as he called it and presented me with this place a day later. It was in a perfect location just north of the University and full of up and coming young professionals. Even though I managed Bo's trust he'd managed to buy the entire building without me knowing. When I learned that the building was a business venture with his best friend Noah, I just gave in. I sensed his not having sex with me until I went to a doctor was going to be one of those moments.
But I had my own plans. Cuddling my ass.
Once inside the bedroom, I pulled off my tshirt. My underwear was in shreds somewhere in the dining room along with the rose petals and the candles. I crawled on the bed, knowing Bo was behind me watching the whole time. His sullen silence was heavy in the room. He didn't like I was using his favorite thing"”my body"”against him. Knowing he couldn't see me, I allowed myself a smug smile. I opened my legs as I crawled toward the headboard so he could see the wetness that was coating me, just based on him looking at me.
"I know what you're doing and it's not going to work," Bo said hoarsely but he had followed me into the room and when I looked over my shoulder I could see his eyes were glued on my ass. I wiggled it a little just to taunt him. He covered his eyes and flipped off the lights. I laughed low and husky. Turning around, I rested my back against the headboard and pulled my legs into a lotus position so I was completely open to him. The tea lights in the hallway were still flickering and illuminated the front door. Bo stood there in his tuxedo, the white shirt untucked and the vest and coat hanging open. The fine wool of the pants were tented in the front. Bo was commando once again.
I felt decadent totally nude while Bo was mostly dressed in his finest clothes. It was very naughty and turned me on even more. I crooked my finger for him to step forward.
There was cuddling that night but not until long after I'd broken down Bo's self-control and ridden him to heaven.
18 Years Later
Bo
"Have we got sunscreen?" AnnMarie called out.
"Yup, and the towels, the hair conditioning thingy, and goggles." I winked at Charlotte who covered her mouth to stifle a giggle. Her pleasure was infectious and I couldn't suppress a smile. Leaning down I pressed a kiss on top of her sandy blonde hair and stared into the blue eyes that were a mirror of my own. Charlotte was a beautiful child, a perfect replica of AnnMarie's fine beauty. She was unmistakably my daughter though with her shocking blue eyes. I never really appreciated how arresting the color was until I saw it in her eyes.
"See," Annmarie had told me, "that color of blue should not be allowed in humans."
Part of me agreed. I didn't want to see my little girl using those blue orbs on any guy. Already at twelve, Charlotte was drawing the attention of much older boys who looked at her wavy blonde hair and her already lithe legs and had visible inappropriate thoughts that made me want to pound them into dust. Somehow fate had given me this delicate beauty and Noah two brawny sons. Noah piously said it was because he was a good boy and had waited patiently for Grace and that I'd been too free with my favors.
Had I known that the price of promiscuity was that I'd get a daughter that would've attracted more attention than the naked cowboy in Times Square, I would've kept my dick in my pants. Goddman Jackson. I heard AnnMarie and Grace talking about how great it would be if their eldest, Nathan, would marry Charlotte. Maybe when Charlotte was thirty. I loved Noah like a brother but the thought of his son putting a penis inside my daughter made me want to pulverize Nathan. Now we were going on a boating trip with the Jackson family. Noah, Grace, and their two boys. Fourteen-year-old Nathan who looked like he was eighteen and twelve-year-old Nicholas who was dating some eighth grader. The whole idea made me scowl.