Pax

Six hours later, Truly and I were tired but relieved as we brought Liberty home from the hospital.  Lucky for us, the baby’s diagnosis had been straightforward and exactly what Truly had predicted before we left the house.

Our little girl had her very first ear infection.

But thanks to the miracle of modern medicine, Liberty was already on the mend and sleeping comfortably in her new mother’s arms.  The doc had given her an antibiotic shot and a dose of fever reducer while we were in the ER and the meds had taken effect, allowing our cranky girl to get some much needed rest.  The physician on call had discharged us with a bottle of baby ibuprofen and a prescription for Augmentin.  We’d been beyond grateful when the hospital pharmacy had taken mercy on us and agreed to fill the prescription for us in spite of the fact that it was technically after hours.  Apparently, medical professions would cut first-time parents a lot of breaks when making that first scary ER run.

At any rate, we were finally home.  Or, at least, Liberty and I were home.  I could only pray that Truly would consider herself to be finally at home, too.  If the way she was protectively holding Liberty cradled against her chest while she stared at her with a kind of loving devotion that melted my heart was any indication, she was never leaving.  

Flipping on the lamp in the living room, I turned and smiled as she followed me into the room.  Her eyes, however, were still firmly glued to Liberty’s slack little face.  Walking back to them, I touched Truly’s waist as I peered down to look at the baby in her arms.  “She finally looks like she’s comfortable,” I murmured, lifting a hand to stroke the fine red hair topping Liberty’s head.

“I can tell just by holding her that her fever’s dropped a lot,” Truly whispered back, her eyes soft as they gazed lovingly at the sleeping infant.  “She’s so beautiful, Pax.  I can’t get over how beautiful she is.  Her real mother must have been gorgeous.”

“I don’t know about that.  There’s no way she can top the beauty of the mother holding her now,” I disagreed.  “But our girl is gonna be a looker.  That’s for sure,” I murmured, shifting my attention back to the baby girl I’d claimed as my own.

“I see Yancy in her, too.  Not a lot, but he’s there,” Tru murmured softly, smiling as Liberty huffed out a long breath.

“I guess so.  Stands to reason.  He’s her father, after all.”  Staring down at her little body, my eyes catalogued her features.  Sighing, I nodded as I shrugged.  “I reckon it’s natural that she might share a few of his features.  Other than her hair and eyes, though, I don’t really see much of him in her now.”

Lifting her eyes from the baby to meet mine, Truly smiled as I walked into the kitchen to put Liberty’s antibiotic fluid in the refrigerator.  “He might have given her some DNA, but you’ll always be the daddy she knows and treasures,” I heard her call out, her dulcet voice almost melodic in the still house. 

“Damn straight about that,” I rumbled, returning to the living room and grinning at Truly.  “And that works both ways, Bambi.  You’ll be the only mother she ever remembers.  That is, if that’s what you want.”

Exhaling heavily, Truly lifted her gaze back to mine, her hazel eyes glinting in the shadowy, silent room.  “Tonight, I was scared spitless, Pax,” she whispered as though she was confiding the gravest of secrets.  “I was terrified that something really bad was wrong with this baby.  She’s so new.  And innocent.  The deck was stacked against her before she was even born.  And seeing her sick for the first time just brought everything home for me!    If I was confused before, tonight’s trip to the hospital cleared things right up for me.  I was so stupid… trying to guard myself against the pain loving this baby might bring.  If this had been more serious than an ear infection, I might have lost her!  And the rest of my life I would have cursed myself for wasting these last few days hiding from her.  From you.”

“Truly, you had a natural reaction, baby.  You’re being too hard on yourself,” I replied as gently as I could.  I wanted to pull her against me and hold her in my arms, but since she was clinging to the baby, I had to settle for sliding a supportive arm around her.  “Everything you’ve been through this last year and a half…it makes sense that you’d need a beat to get your bearings.”

“I don’t need any more time, though, Pax.  That’s what I’m trying, very ineptly, I guess, to tell you.  I’ve wasted enough time on my fears and doubts.  Yancy… scarred me.  I spent years of my life questioning myself, wondering why I wasn’t enough to satisfy him.  Between my lousy parents and my cheating husband, I’ve always questioned my self-worth.  I mean, when everyone you’ve ever let yourself love treats you like shit, you start to assume that maybe misery is all you deserve, you know?  I’ve felt inadequate for so long that doubting myself became my normal.  And after I lost the last baby, I retreated even further into myself.  I just couldn’t handle any more pain.  Then, Yancy died and I had to deal with my guilt.  See, the day he passed away, I found out about another of his affairs and I’d just spent an entire morning cursing him, wishing him dead while I planned to leave him for good.  I’d only just started to forgive myself for that when you informed me about Liberty.  I know my initial reaction to her was bad.  But it wasn’t about her, Pax.  I swear it wasn’t.  It was about what Yancy’d done to me a-freaking-gain.  It was about the fact that – yet again- some other woman had given him something I couldn’t seem to provide.  It was about the fact that I was still feeling the loss of my own baby.”

“Bambi, I understand that.  Hell, it’s natural, I think,” I tried to console her.

“Thank you,” she whispered, shooting me a tight smile that looked more like a grimace.  Breathing deeply, she swallowed hard as she looked down at a slumbering Liberty.   “I don’t want you to think I’m still hung up on him.  Yancy, I mean.  I’m sorry he died, but we were over, Pax.  Looking back, I can see now that we’d been over for a long time.  My love for him… it burned out a long time before he took his last breath.  I know it was wrong, but I think I stayed out of habit more than anything else.  That and my fear of being alone.  But the one thing I’ve learned since he’s been gone is that I can survive on my own.  When I think about it, I’ve been alone a lot longer than the time he’s been dead,” Truly shared as she looked up at me.

“So I know I can be on my own.  But I don’t want to.  Not anymore,” she confided huskily as her gaze dropped back to the little angel in her arms.  “Because I’ve realized that I’ve gotta start trying to live again instead of just existing.   I’ve spent the last several days really thinking about what I want from life and I know now.  I want this baby.  So much.   I want to be her mother.   I want to tell the bedtime stories and kiss away the boo boos.  I want to watch her grow and learn and change.  I want to witness all her firsts.   I don’t think I’ll ever understand how Melissa could so easily entrust me with this little miracle, but after tonight, I’m grateful she did.  I know I handled things badly when you told me, and I’m sorry for that.  I acted like a complete bitch, but I swear, Pax, any uncertainty I might have had about being her mom is gone.  I’m in.  All in.”

“I think Melissa did her research and arrived at the same conclusion I did.  You’re a wonderful woman with a beautiful and loving heart,” I returned softly.  “She knew her kid would be brought up by a woman that loves with her whole heart and would give her daughter the childhood she deserves,” I offered, lifting a hand to thumb away a tear that had escaped Truly’s eye while I hoped like hell that she’d want me just as badly as she wanted Liberty.  Because after hearing everything she had to say, I wanted her more than I ever had before.  In my bed.  In my heart.  In my life.  Every moment of every day until they poured dirt over my grave.  Truly was my goddamn dream woman and I knew if I looked for a million years I’d never find another woman who’d ever compare.  “Please don’t cry,” I begged gruffly, cupping her jaw as I leaned my forehead against hers.  “It kills me when you cry, Bambi.”

Sniffling, Truly offered me a watery smile.  “Sorry.  They’re happy tears.  Honest, they are.”

Pressing my lips to her forehead, I shook my head.  “Don’t care.  You’ve had to cry enough.  I want smiles and laughter.  No more tears, okay?”

“I’ll try,” she returned shakily as she sucked her lower lip between her teeth to bite it nervously.  Watching that, I fought the urge to cover that rosy mouth with my own and pull that full pink lip between my own teeth and take a nibble.  She had no idea how effortlessly sexy she was, and I yearned to show her. 

“Why don’t we lay her down in the nursery?” I suggested, keeping my voice low as I pressed another kiss to Truly’s forehead.  “She’d probably be more comfortable if she can stretch out in her bassinet.  Plus, it’ll give you and me a chance to talk openly about us.”

Nodding, Truly drew back slightly but stayed close.  I could tell by the darkening of her eyes that she was a little uneasy, but I had every intention of eradicating any lingering fears she had about us becoming a real family.

“Can I put her down for the night?” she asked hopefully, her arms unconsciously pulling the baby closer.

“Of course you can, Bambi.  This kid is as much yours as she is mine.  You don’t need to ask permission from me to do anything with her,” I agreed instantly, eager to put her at ease.  Guiding her toward the hallway that led to the rest of the house with my hand resting lightly on her back, I rushed to fill the silence.  “I hope you like the room I chose for the nursery.  The house has four bedrooms and I put her in the one closest to the master.  It’s the bedroom with the biggest closet besides the master bedroom.  I figured she might appreciate that more when she’s a teenager,” I informed her softly, stepping slightly ahead of her to lead the way down the darkened hallway.  “I didn’t do a whole lot to the room yet besides painting it.  I wanted to wait and hopefully get your input.  I just got her the basic furniture so far.  You know, her bassinet, her crib, the changing table, dresser and diaper genie.  I don’t think I’d wanna contemplate life without that diaper genie.  Our girl can deliver some pretty stinky diapers when she chooses,” I rambled, pausing outside the room I’d given Liberty.  “If you don’t like anything, you just tell me and we’ll change it,” I promised, pausing outside the nursery door before opening it and reaching inside to flip the light switch.  Gesturing Tru inside, I smiled.  “After you,” I invited, holding my breath as she stepped past me over the threshold.

“Oh, my word,” I heard her breathe as she paused just inside the door and looked around, taking in the mint green walls and polished oak baby furniture.  “Pax, it’s like something out of one of those designer baby catalogs.  “This is amazing!  I’ve never even seen a circular crib outside of a magazine,” she stated gleefully as her eyes landed on Liberty’s bed.

“I haven’t put her in it yet since it seems like it would be a little too big just yet for her tiny body.  I didn’t want her to get lost in there,” I confessed self-consciously.  “I’ve been using the bassinet in the corner.” I pointed to the white wicker bassinet I’d purchased.  “She seems to like it okay,” I continued as Tru carried the baby toward it.

“It’s lovely, Pax,” Truly replied and I was relieved to see that her face looked much more relax.  “The whole room is just amazing. Those cream curtains really look good against the light green of the walls.  If you ask me, the room is a little girl’s dream,” she went on earnestly as she bent to place the baby inside the bassinet. 

I couldn’t deny I was thrilled with her warm praise.  It meant a lot to me that she liked what I’d done. Watching as her slender fingers, adjusted the baby’s swaddling, I smiled as she bent again to drop a kiss to Liberty’s head.  “Sweet dreams, sweet girl,” she whispered.

I crossed the room to Liberty’s bed to press my own goodnight kiss to Liberty’s head as Tru slipped out of the room before following her into the hallway a few seconds later.  Closing the door behind me, I met her eyes and smiled.  “Poor little thing is down for the count.” 

“Shouldn’t we leave that open a little bit so we can hear her if she cries?” she worried aloud, nervously shoving her fingers in the back pocket of her jeans.

Holding up the baby monitor I’d grabbed on the way out the door, I shook my head.  “We’re all set.  She’ll sleep for about four hours solid before she wakes up for her middle-of-the-night bottle and diaper change.”

Nodding, Tru shifted on her feet apprehensively.  “Okay, that’s good,” she murmured.  “She’ll be sleeping through the night in no time.”

Nodding, I took her hand in mine and pulled her back toward the living room.  “I don’t know about you, but I could use a beer.  Then, I wanna show you around the house.  Have you seen it before?”

“Only from the outside,” Truly answered, following me down the hall as her small hand clung to mine.  “But I met the couple that lived here when they had a yard sale a couple of years ago.  They were really nice.  And they took a lot of pride in their yard.  Every year they had the prettiest landscaping.  What was it that you told me about the original owners leaving?”

“The guy got a job promotion that took him to Nebraska.  I could tell selling the house was hard on them though.  Like you said, they loved this place,” I offered as we arrived at the kitchen.  I only dropped her hand long enough to pull two Bud Light’s out of the refrigerator.  After I passed her one, I quickly captured her hand again before taking her on a tour of the home I was determined she share with me.

I spent the next several minutes showing her from room to room, watching her eyes light up as I answered her questions and told her my plans for the future and listened to her make suggestions of her own.  I loved when she talked about the house as if she’d already decided to live here with us.  We agreed that the rooms in the finished basement would be perfect for a playroom for Liberty and a library/office for us and decided that eventually it would be smart to add an extra bathroom downstairs.  We established that the back yard definitely needed to be fenced in for Liberty’s safety.  When she mentioned how nice it would be to screen in the back deck and how much she looked forward to seeing a garden growing in the back yard, I knew I had her sold on the place, but I desperately needed to hear her say it aloud. 

Carefully tugging her petite body into my arms when we returned to the living room at the end of our explorations, I told my hardening dick to behave as I tightened my arms around her waist and stared down at her pretty upturned face.  As much as I wanted to savor how good it felt to have her curvy body molded to mine, I had other things to settle before I made any moves on her.  My aching cock would have to wait a while longer. “So, you really do like the house, huh?”

“I’ve always liked this house,” Truly replied with an eager nod.  “Every time I drove past here and saw this gorgeous sprawling house sitting on its picture perfect lawn, I envied the owners.  But after seeing the interior, I can officially tell you I love it.  It’s so much bigger inside than I thought it was.  It has plenty of bedrooms and living space.  The kitchen has been remodeled.  The landscaping is immaculate.  And that walk-in closet and Jacuzzi tub in the master are a woman’s dream come true, Pax. Seriously, a girl would have to be an idiot not to adore this place.  I was sold on this place before I ever stepped inside it.”

Pleased, I couldn’t help my wide smile.  Or what I said next.  “Does that mean I won’t have to handcuff your naked body to my bed to convince you to live here with me and Liberty?”

“You still want me to move in?” she asked me, her sweet voice hushed.

It felt as though an invisible magnet was pulling my body toward hers and the closer I got, the closer I wanted to be.  “Want is way too mild a word for it, Bambi.  I’m no poet.  I’m not sure I even have the words to explain how I feel to you.  I’m a solider,” I said simply.  “I’ve been trained to act and react.  That’s why I bought this place.  I wanted to show you that I could provide a good place to raise a family.  Our family.  Together.  I’m not stupid.  I know this has gotta feel like it’s happening fast to you, but for me, it’s been a long time coming.  I was half in love with you before Yancy ever died, Tru.”  Hearing her low gasp of surprise, I chuckled.  “It’s true, babe.  And those feelings I had for you only got stronger after Yancy died.  Don’t get me wrong; I would never have acted on what I felt if Yancy’d lived.  I don’t poach.  The only way I might have made a move then is if you’d left him, but I won’t stand here and deny what I felt for you.  Deep down, I think Yancy knew it, too.  It’s one of the things that put a strain on our friendship.  I think he realized that’s why I had such a huge reaction when I learned he was cheating on you again.”

“Em told me about the fight you two got in over me,” Tru whispered.  “I’m sorry I came between you, Pax.”

“I’m not,” I retorted.  “Yancy deserved to have his ass kicked for what he was doing.  You deserved a hell of a lot better than the way he treated you.  After he died, I was determined to make sure you got it, too.  I wanted to give you time to mourn, but you gotta know I always intended to make you mine, Tru, even before I learned about Liberty. That’s why I refused to stop coming around…. I wanted to make you mine, baby.”

“You did?” she choked, her voice cracking slightly as she blinked eyes shiny with her unshed tears.

Lifting my hands to cup her gorgeous face, I stared into her cloudy eyes.  “Fuck, yeah, I did.  Why wouldn’t I?  You’re perfect.  So sweet it makes my heart ache and so sexy it makes my dick throb.  Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done, Bambi.  It’s as natural to me as breathing.”

“Wow,” she breathed, her eyes round with wonder.  “I was married to Yancy for years and he never said anything to me even half as beautiful as what you just did.  You make me feel things I didn’t think were even possible, Pax.  You’re saying all these wonderful things and I want to believe them all, but…“

“But you’re scared to believe them, right?” I supplied gently.

Truly nodded as she hung her head.  “Hey, don’t do that.  Don’t hang your head like you’ve been defeated.  You keep that chin up, baby.  I know you’ve got your doubts.  You’ve been through hell.  All I want is you to give me some time to prove myself to you.  Truly, I can love you the way you deserve to be loved; I just need you to stay with me long enough to show you.  Move in here with me and let me love you,” I urged.  “Let me prove myself.”

“I want to,” Truly replied tremulously.

“Then do it.  You’ve gotta clear out of government housing in the next few weeks anyway.  I’ll pay a handful of the unit’s privates to come pack up your stuff and move you in this weekend!”

“What would I do with my stuff?  You already have furniture,” she noted, looking around at my living room.

Following her gaze, I shrugged.  “Bring what you like and put the rest in storage until we decide what to do with it.  As you can see, I’ve only got the basics and done very little decorating.  Plus, you saw two of the bedrooms don’t even have any furniture in them yet and the whole basement is virtually empty.  We’ve got plenty of space to fill.  Use it.  Make us a home you’re proud of, baby… one that you never wanna leave.  Because, honestly, I doubt I’ll ever be able to let you.  I love you, Truly.  You don’t have to love me back yet, but I’m pleading with you… give me a chance.”

“Okay,” she consented breathlessly, squealing when I picked her up and spun her around.

Overjoyed, I couldn’t disguise my satisfaction.  “Baby, you just made me one very happy man,” I informed her as I slid her body back down mine until her my lips hovered just above hers.  “You won’t be sorry,” I vowed before covering her lips with mine and possessing her mouth.  Groaning as she parted her lips and allowed me inside, I wasted no time possessing her mouth and engaging in a slow sensual duel of tongues.  She tasted sweeter than I remembered and I was starved for her cherry taste.  Cradling the back of her head with one hand, I relished her low moan of pleasure as I drew her closer and slowly deepened our kiss.  I wanted to own those lips and brand her with my touch.  She was meant to be mine, and finally, I was able to show her that, too.

“God, you’re sweet,” I muttered releasing her lips to gently nibble the tender flesh at her jaw line as one of my hands tangled in her silky hair while the other slid down her side to cup one of her full breasts in my hand.  “I can’t believe I finally have you in my arms,” I rasped against the curve of her neck before gently biting the tender flesh.  I had to fight the urge to mark her so that every other swinging dick who looked her way knew she was taken.  Soon, I promised myself silently.  Soon I’d have her comfortable enough with the idea of us to be able to leave my sensual stamp on her.  I had a feeling that until I had my gold wrapped around her ring finger, this urge would stay with me.

“Me, either,” she replied, her voice smoky in the otherwise silent room.  “I’ve imagined you kissing me like this a thousand times, but the reality is so much better,” she shared, shyly lifting her face to mine before rising on her toes to press her lips to mine again.

“You should have told me; I’d have kissed you this way a whole lot sooner,” I informed her gruffly, tenderly biting her full lower lip before sucking it gently into my mouth while I relished her low cry of desire.  Feeling her full breasts against my chest, I growled into her mouth as she notched her pussy against the hard bulge I sported behind my jeans.  God Almighty, I’d never been this desperate for a woman in my life.  Kissing Truly was like getting a shot of adrenaline to my system.  I couldn’t imagine what fucking her would be like, but I sure as hell wanted to find out.

“Fuck, Bambi, you’re killing me,” I groaned, dropping my hands to curve around the firm globe of her ass as I rocked my hips against hers.  “I know you probably aren’t ready for me to fuck you yet, and I completely understand that, but please tell me that I can at least carry you into the bedroom and eat your pussy like candy.  And, baby, I’m fully prepared to beg for that privilege,” I warned, squeezing the cheeks of her ass when she undulated her crotch against my cock again.  Hearing her low gasp as I stared into her dilated eyes, my lips tilted upward in a sly smile.  “You like that, don’t you?  You want me to peel those clothes off your gorgeous body and use my mouth on you.”

Truly’s chest rose and fell quickly as she bit her lip, her gaze needy as her hands clutched my shoulders.  “Yes,” she said softly, accompanying her affirmation with an eager nod. 

“Good girl,” I praised, quickly sweeping her up in my arms bridal-style and carrying her toward the master bedroom as I enjoyed how she snuggled in my arms and rested her head trustingly against my chest.  Less than a minute later, I had her laid out in the center of my king size bed, her wide eyes glued to me as I stood back to peel my tee shirt over my head.

“Wow,” she breathed as I came back over her on the bed a moment later, her little hand lifting to tentatively stroke the hard muscles of my chest.  I wasn’t conceited, but I had a job where physical conditioning was a priority and I knew I was ripped.  “You like my chest, Bambi?” I asked when she continued to touch me, reverently tracing the ridges of my eight pack.

“Your muscles have muscles,” she murmured, her eyes wide as she continued to pet me.

“It’s a good thing I like to lift weights then because I don’t think I ever want those pretty eyes to stop looking at my chest like that.”

“You’re just so… so… lickable,” she blurted, blushing as she seemed to realize she’d spoken out loud.  Covering her eyes with one hand, she groaned.  “Uhmmm… can we just forget I said that?” she asked plaintively.

“Not a chance, Bambi,” I chuckled, pulling her hand away from her face.  “You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about.  I’m pleased as shit that you find me lickable.” Dropping my head, I nipped the shell of her ear.  “In fact, you have my express permission to lick me anywhere you want any time you want,” I invited against the warm flesh of her neck, grinning as she arched her back and pressed her tits against my chest.

“I’ll remember that,” she replied with a giggle, wrapping her arms around my neck as she turned her head, her mouth searching for mine. 

Giving her the kiss she wanted, my hands went to the hem of her shirt and began easing the material up her torso.  “Arms up, baby.  I wanna see these lush tits that have been tempting me for months,” I ordered, my deep voice gravelly with desire.  “Fuck, yeah,” I cursed as I pulled her pink tee over her head and revealed her magnificent breasts.  High and firm, her generous C cups were still mostly hidden behind her lacy white bra, but I already knew that these were definitely tits I wanted to spend the rest of my life sucking.  “You’re breathtaking, baby,” I murmured as I deftly released the front clasp of her bra and her breasts spilled into my eager hands.  Pulling back to admire her naked chest, I knelt between her splayed legs, palming each tit and weighing it in my hand while I used my thumbs to tweak her strawberry nipples.  Stiff and firm underneath my thumbs, they begged for a man’s lip… specifically, this man’s lips.

Leaning forward, I circled one areola with my tongue as I continued worrying her other nipple with my thumb.  Hearing Truly’s moan of pleasure, I lifted my eyes to hers without moving my mouth.  “You like that, sweetheart?” I asked, blowing lightly on her wet puckered flesh.  “My tongue feel good flicking these pert little morsels?”

“Oh, God, yes!” Truly whimpered, straining against my mouth as I lightly bit the tip of one swollen peak, her hips lifting from the bed.  “Don’t stop,” she begged, burying the nails of one hand in my scalp and holding me to her.  I enjoyed the bite of pain her nails brought; it distracted me from the heavy ache building in my balls. 

Dropping a hand to her waist, I covered one breast with my mouth and suckled gently while lowering the zipper on her jeans.  Ignoring her cry of protest when I pulled back, I got to my knees as I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her jeans.  “Let’s lose the jeans, baby.  I’m getting hungrier for a taste of that pussy.  Your tits are delicious, but I need some of your cream on my tongue, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Tru agreed, her eyes slightly dazed as she lifted her hips from the bed to let me slide the denim over her ass and down her legs.  Tossing the jeans over my shoulder, I licked my lips as I stared down at her satin-covered pussy.  Clad only in a modest pair of white panties, I could see a wet spot had formed on the slick material, making it almost transparent.  “Mmmm,” I hummed, rubbing the damp spot with one knuckle as I watched her face.  “You’re already wet for me, aren’t you, Bambi?”

“Uh huh,” she panted, rocking against my knuckle as she tried to gain the touch she needed. 

“I like that,” I approved huskily. “I like that a lot,” I repeated, leaning forward to nuzzle her cleft, inhaling her heady scent deeply.  “God damn, you even smell like cherries here. I fuckin’ love that,” I rumbled, catching her panty’s elastic waistband with my teeth and peeling the material down.  I felt Truly’s heavy lidded gaze watching me as I bared her secrets and I grinned up at her.

“You look so… hungry,” she noted huskily, reaching behind her to grip the pillow behind her head as my smile widened.  I could tell by the nervous look that crossed her face that I must look feral, but I couldn’t help it.  I’d never wanted a woman the way I craved this one.

“That’s because I’m starving for you,” I responded, my voice thick and jagged with passion as I stared down at the wet curls covering her pussy.  “Don’t worry, baby.  I won’t bite.  Much,” I teased before I dropped my head and split the seam of her pussy with my tongue, taking my first long lick of her.  And it was just as I feared… my woman’s pussy was gonna be highly addictive.

“Oh, Pax!” Truly moaned loudly as my tongue pierced her center, licking her from her entrance to her clit.  “That feels incredible,” she confided as her head thrashed on my pillow, her blonde hair fanning out against my ebony pillowcase.  “Right there!” she panted when I flicked my tongue against the throbbing knot of nerves at the apex of her delicious cunt. 

I went on kissing her pretty pussy the way I would her mouth, deep and wet with lots of tongue.  I can’t lie, I went at her hard, desperate to have her flavor coating my tongue, but she was with me every step of the way, her hips rising and falling against the mattress as her thighs wrapped around my ears.  It was right then that I decided her drenched pussy was my new favorite snack, one I’d make sure I ate often and well.

Using my thumb to draw circles against her throbbing clit, I devoured her perfect little cunt, lapping the dew from her swollen folds like a man dying of thirst.  She was intoxicating and I was already mentally planning how I could convince her to let me live with my head buried between her legs.  I could tell by her high pitched mews and restless movements that I wasn’t the only one dying for release.  I knew by the way my Bambi’s legs quivered that her orgasm was hovering just out of reach.  Moving my lips up to her clit, I sucked the bud gently between my lips as she keened. 

“G-god, I’m close, Pax!  So close,” Truly gasped as her hips churned against my mouth. 

Lifting my head, I thumbed her clit quickly.  “I love you, baby.  I want you to cum all over my face. Just trust me to catch you when you fall and give it to me,” I urged roughly, my deep voice almost guttural as the pressure built in my balls as I pressed my hips to the bed.  I hadn’t cum in my jeans since I was thirteen years old, but the sexy sounds erupting from Truly’s parted lips coupled with her cherry taste were driving me over the edge.

“Oh, shit!  I’m gonna cum!  Oh, God, it’s happening, Paxton!” I heard Truly scream shrilly as her pussy convulsed against my tongue and her sweet syrup flooded my mouth as my cock exploded behind the fly of my jeans, my own release nearly blinding me.  It was gonna be a sticky mess to clean up later, but fuck, it was worth it!

I smiled as I slowly crawled up Truly’s now limp body while I listened to her try to catch her breath.  Dropping a kiss against her slack lips, I enjoyed the wide eyed look of wonder she had as I grinned against her mouth.  “You still alive, baby?” I asked, chuckling as her astonished eyes met mine.

Blinking languorously, Truly nodded as she lifted a hand to weakly touch my lips.   “That was…was….amazing.  I’ve never cum that hard in my life.  I think I might have seen Jesus standing in the corner over there,” she declared dreamily.

I couldn’t help smiling at that.  “Is that so?”

“Uh huh.” She nodded feebly.  “He was standing there with Elvis debating whether or not to carry me on to Heaven!”

Laughing deeply at her joke, I couldn’t resist kissing her again.  “You’re gonna be great for my ego, baby,” I shared seriously.  “I’m happy to know you enjoyed that because I’m gonna want my new favorite treat every chance I get.”

Stroking my chest with her fingertips, she returned my smile.  “Give me another couple of seconds to catch my breath and I promise I’ll return the favor.”

I felt my face flushing as I met her eyes.  She must have read my embarrassment there because her smile turned impish.  “Or is my assistance in that area not needed at this time?” she taunted playfully, lightly twisting one of my flat brown nipples.

“Shit, baby, I couldn’t help it.  Between your taste and those sexy-as-hell sounds you were making, I went off like a teenager with his first nudie magazine!”

Truly’s eyes widened.  “Really?  I was able to… satisfy you just with the way I sounded?”

“Well, there was the taste of your pussy in my mouth, too, but yeah.”  I loved the awed look she got at my admission.  Cupping her jaw, I pressed another kiss to her damp lips.  “Baby, you drastically underestimate how sexy you are.  You get me hard just by walking in a room.  It shouldn’t be any shock that you can get me off with a moan.”

Truly’s face lit up.  “Well, then, I can’t wait to see how you react when I finally go down on you.”

Moaning as my cock jerked in my jeans, I dropped my head to nip her neck.  “Just give me fifteen minutes and we’ll find out.”