“Fuck me,” he roared, pulling out of her mouth. “Plans changed, baby.”
She watched in awe as he shucked his pants from his feet, whisked her onto his lap, and lay flat on his back.
“A taste wasn’t enough, honey. I need that sweet pussy in my mouth just as much as you want my dick down your throat.”
His words made her tremble as she scooted up his torso.
“Mmm, that’s right, straddle my face. I wanna inhale you.”
The moment his hot tongue touched her clit, her knees slid out from under her, planting her most intimate place against what she’d consider his most lethal. With him not only offering wonderful service but also a delectable meal, Julie wrapped her hand around his hard cock and pumped until his moan vibrated into her clit. Oh, sixty-nines were so good.
Her mouth watered as she massaged the length of him with her tongue, delighting in his every groan. When his thick fingers slid into her pussy, she grinded against his face with reckless abandon, loving the way his scruff added to the friction and brought her higher. She wanted to bring him with her, wanted him to explode when she did. Opening her throat, she sucked him down until her lips touched his pelvis.
“Jesus Christ, Jules, fuck.”
She increased her suction as she slowly released him almost completely before deep-throating him again.
“No, baby, you first,” he pleaded before pulling her clit into his mouth and sucking with perfect pressure while thrusting his fingers into her pussy. “Mmm, tastes like candy.”
When his fingers hit her g-spot while his tongue was still wrapped around her clit, white spots filled her vision. Her body crested into bliss she’d never tire of experiencing. With his gentle fingers giving her more pleasure, she licked salty liquid off the tip of his cock and hummed while doing it.
“So good,” his whispered voice came from behind her.
She could do better. She could give him what he’d just given her—brilliance. Pulling him in with practiced rhythm, she hollowed her cheeks and once again deep-throated him. She lightly caressed his balls, nearly smiling when he grabbed onto her ass cheeks and his hips thrust up, fucking her mouth.
Repeating the motion, Danny groaned, then panted. “Jules, fuck…fuck, Julie. I’m gonna come, baby.”
And when he did, she greedily swallowed what he gave her.
***
“THAT WAS…WOW.” Danny could barely speak as he tangled his fingers through his wife’s hair. How was it possible for sex to still feel new after almost thirty years? Hell, they hadn’t even had intercourse, and he was sated. He didn’t want to question it; he just knew that he was a lucky man. Soft fingertips drew familiar patterns on his chest. He loved those damn figure eights.
“It really was…wow.” Julie’s head rested on her hand, her elbow propped up on the bed, and her eyes found his. “I’m sorry, Danny. I shouldn’t have kept my feelings from you. You’d think I’d have learned by now, and truthfully, I have. I guess just seeing them all starting their lives and knowing how many things can go wrong for them made me nervous.” Her eyes darted to the side, then back to him, a misty sheen over the gray. “I may not be their mom, but I love them. I want to protect them.”
Danny looked at his wife, his life partner, the love of his life, and tucked some strawberry-blonde hair behind her ear. “I was going to wait until our anniversary in July to give you your present, but I think today is the perfect time.”
Sitting up, he planted his feet on the floor and left his bed and his woman behind as he walked from their bedroom to the basement door, completely naked. Downstairs, he went to the corner where he’d been hiding his project, a labor of love he’d been working on for months. With contributions from Max, Janie, Ashley, Ryan, Kyle, Cate, and Lyla, Danny had finished the piece mere days before. Little had he known he’d be giving it to his bride early.
Hefting the five-foot-by-three-foot paper-wrapped, framed canvas over his shoulder, Danny made his way back upstairs and into the master bedroom, where Julie awaited him, wrapped in the bed sheet.
“Dan, what is that?”
Slowly, he unwrapped the art and turned to watch Julie’s eyes eat up the painting.
“Oh...Danny, my God. What…how…you made that, didn’t you?”
The way her lip trembled and her wide eyes filled with tears was all the reaction he could have ever asked for, but when his Julie nearly floated from the bed, reaching for the gift he’d created for her—his breath caught in his chest.
The textured painting was more than just a large tree. It was them. Their names and wedding date appeared carved in the thick, strong trunk. A tiny butterfly with bright pink wings floated next to their names. Danny knew the instant Julie’s eyes landed on the butterfly that the meaning of its presence was not lost on her. Roots twining beautifully into the ground were made up of Julie’s parents’ names, as well as Danny’s mom, dad, and Anita. Two roots grew together, twisting until they met with Danny’s, and they had Jeff and Neal’s names inscribed in them. Toward the top of the trunk, just before the branches sprouted, Chester Murray’s name and an intricate rabbit appeared branded in the wood. Watching Julie’s face brighten when she realized that the rabbit stood for a certain redheaded manager made Danny chuckle. But the fact was, Bunny had been there at the beginning of them and therefore couldn’t be forgotten. Danny watched Julie’s eyes roam farther up the tree.
Each leaf was painted on a separate piece of canvas and affixed to the large panel, giving the tree a layered, lively look. Hundreds of leaves in various shades of greens, each hand-cut (by Lyla or Cate) and hand-painted, though only a few had special designs. The kids had printed out pictures of what they wanted on their leaf so Danny could draw and paint them.
“Sheila and Chris are on here. Danny…” Her arm extended to the canvas, fingers about to make contact, but she abruptly pulled away.
“It’s okay, honey. You can touch it. The paint’s been sealed.”
Her long fingers once again reached out to the miniature O’Brian’s sign that hung on the leaf with Sheila and Chris’s name.
Just as in life, their kids’ leaves were paired off. Max’s had a tiny racecar and a checkered flag while Janie’s had an apple. Ashley’s leaf had a slanted crown sitting on a rainbow, and Ryan’s had a guitar. Kyle’s showed a broken brick wall with half of a face behind it. The eyes were smiling. Cate’s leaf had a hand holding a brick with a heart on it. Quite telling, no? While Lyla’s leaf, with a quill and a bottle of ink, was next to the rest of the kids, the one directly linked to hers was blank. Danny had high hopes it wouldn’t remain that way for long. Many leaves were painted and attached to the tree, beautiful and waiting for the time when their family expanded further.
“Danny, this is the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen.” Her voice was thick with emotion and truth. “When did you do this? What made you think of it?”
“A wise woman once told me that a family didn’t have to come with blood, it only had to come with love.” Julie’s eyes widened, but Danny didn’t give her time to respond. “We’ve been building our family since the day we met. I thought it was time you saw, actually saw, what we’ve created together.” Danny pointed at the family tree. “There is nothing but love there, baby, because you made it that way. It’s always been about you. I love you, Julie Marcus.”
“Thank God for that,” she replied.
Epilogue
FRESHLY SHOWERED, JULIE slid on a clean pair of yoga pants, sans panties, and a lacy pink bra.
“You’re just begging to get fucked again, aren’t you?” Danny groaned as he ogled her reflection in the mirror.
They had made love—and yes, fucked—after the incredible sixty-nine experience just a few hours prior. The man had the turn-around time of a teenager and the stamina of a stud.