“Service my husband.” I feel her hands go to the front of my shorts and unbutton them.
I should stop her and make her do what I tell her, but seeing her like this is too much. I’m powerless when it comes to her and she damn well knows it.
I hold her hair out of her face with both my hands as she opens my shorts and my cock springs free in front of her face. Her warm wet mouth wraps around the end almost immediately and I groan at the feeling. Her small hands hold my length and gently move up and down. My grip on her hair tightens as she takes more of me and my cock swells with need.
“That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble.” She moans around my cock and a wave of heat goes down my back. “Fuck.”
She pulls back and runs her tongue up the length and then swirls it around the head. She cleans the pearl of cum beading up at the end and moans at the flavor.
“Honey,” I warn, but she just lets out a sinister giggle and goes back to sucking my cock.
I’m too damn close for her to play with me like this and she knows exactly what she’s doing. She’s trying to get me to cum in her mouth, but I won’t let that happen.
When I feel the tip bump the back of her throat and she swallows, I’ve had enough. I let go of her hair, grab her by the upper arms, and pull her off my cock. She squeals loudly as I yank her up and toss her onto the bed.
“You’re done playing.” I stalk over to her and flip her on her stomach. I grip her hips and drag her down to the edge of the bed. “You’ll get it when I give it to you.”
She moans as I slide my cock through her wet folds and then thrust home. Her sweet pussy is dripping down her thighs and it makes my entrance slick and hot. She calls out my name as I go harder and faster so I reach around and rub her pussy and feel her tighten around me. She’s primed already and in need of a good orgasm, so I don’t tease her for long.
With one final thrust, her body peaks and she surrenders to the wave of pleasure. The feel of her pussy pulsing around me spurs my own orgasm and I cum with her. Together we groan and I cling to her from behind as our souls once again entwine. Every time we make love it brings me closer to her and it makes me want more. It’s a cycle I hope to never break.
I hold her close as I scoot her up the bed and lie down behind her. My cock is still nestled deep in her warmth and I have no plans to move for the foreseeable future.
“Can we take a nap?” she asks softly and I can see she’s already closed her eyes.
“We can do anything you want,” I whisper and she hums happily.
I close my eyes and think about all the memories this place holds and wonder how four walls can possibly contain this much love.
Chapter Seven
Honey
I watch as Tia rolls out the crust and I think she’s making a pie. She’s so quiet unless Piper is around; those two have become fast friends. When she talks to Piper it’s always in low whispers and I think it’s because Tia is really shy. It’s actually helped with my unsettled feeling when it comes to Piper and the small baby bump she’s still trying to keep hidden. Maybe me not being able to hover over her has helped her get close to a girl her own age. I know I can be a little bit of a helicopter mom to some of the girls when they’re here. I can’t help myself. She’ll confide more in someone she sees as a friend because I might still fall into the boss category for her. I am but I always want the girls to be able to tell me anything. I get close with the campers but with the counselors I feel a bond. They’re here for longer stretches and some stay year round. I grow attached to them and I have a feeling Tia’s going to be sticking around. She’s the shy one, but Piper’s been rubbing off on her and I don’t want anything to spook her.
“Is there something you need, Honey?” Tia asks as she peeks up at me. Her cheeks are always a sweet shade of pink and right now she’s got a little bit of flour on her face. The girl really is as sweet as the desserts she makes.
“Mrs. C,” Ford corrects from beside me. He doesn’t even look up from the paper he’s reading and I reach over and smack his chest. He normally doesn’t get bent out of shape when the girls do it.
“Hush,” I tell him and he finally looks up at me.
We’re sitting at a table in the kitchen since I had cabin fever. Too much is going on and I’m missing it. Ford isn’t great at reporting gossip to me and I need to be in the loop.
He’s got my foot in his lap, absently rubbing my ankle as I eat an afternoon snack. He’s been going everywhere with me but he’s calmed down some. He always takes such good care of me but sometimes we forget about the little things when we get wrapped up in everyday life. This whole ordeal has been a reminder to slow down and appreciate what we have, and to enjoy our time together. This snake bite has reminded us to pay attention to the small details we’ve been missing out on.
“You can call me Honey,” I tell Tia and ignore my husband.
He glances over to Tia and nods in agreement before going back to looking down at his paper and Tia’s eyes bounce between the two of us.
“The Cyprus men can be little possessive. Only Ford likes calling me Honey.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t have to call you that.”
“No, sweetheart. You can call me Honey.” I pause for a second and smile because I have a feeling she might be calling me something else soon enough. “For now.”
“For now?” She glances over to Ford, unsure of what to do. He keeps on reading his paper and pretends not to listen in.
“For now,” I agree. She looks back down at her rolling pin as Piper comes in a moment later.
“I’m starving,” she tells Tia before she sees me. “I’m on break.”
She stops walking when she sees me sitting there with Ford.
“I’m not sure we really have breaks,” I laugh.
She’s still training and helps out where it’s needed, but I’m not coming between a pregnant girl and a snack. I know when I was pregnant with Van I could out-eat my husband. Piper is small as it is and she should eat more. My mind flashes to the man who showed up the other day looking for her. Why is she running? I worry my bottom lip between my teeth, thinking. I need to ask Ford about that later.
“I made you a plate,” Tia tells Piper, pointing toward one of the many refrigerators. She rushes over to it and makes Tia beam with happiness. I can tell the girl really does love making food for people. Her eyes go to the door and the smile drops away from her face. After a moment she goes back to what she’d been doing and her face goes as red as her hair.
I look over to see what’s got her blushing and just then Van walks in. He leans against the doorway and watches her. I’ve been wondering why he’s telling everyone she’s his girlfriend. It reminds me of falling in love with my man. There is a glint in Van’s eyes and it makes him look more like his father than ever before. His arms are folded over his chest and Tia starts pressing harder on the rolling pin to keep her focus down on the counter. She lets out a cute little huff to blow away a curl that has escaped from her ponytail.
“You’re not a door so move out of it,” I tell my son.