Long Slow Tease: Penance Part 20

Working her back up was easy and soon she was hunched forward, her breath coming out in harsh pants while she watched him eat her. He looked up, catching her gaze while he flicked the tip of her c.l.i.t with his tongue in a rapid motion that he knew she loved. Mich.e.l.le gasped and threw her head back, her long golden hair falling over her shoulders while she shook against him. He kept his touch light and teasing until she lay back and clenched his face between her thighs.

"I want to come again."

"My pleasure," he whispered against her soft, soaked c.u.n.t.

Her soft, breathy cries stroked over his body, sinking into his soul as pride filled him that he was serving his woman so well. He loved to see her like this, lost in her pleasure, trusting him enough to let go and really feel. It made him feel so d.a.m.n good to know he was the only man in the world that could do this for her, that could please her this much with his submission. He was everything she needed and she knew it.

He slid a finger inside of her and her tight s.e.x sucked at it as she climaxed with a breathy scream, writhing against him and saying his name over and over again. When she finally gentled he looked up and watched her shiver. Gooseb.u.mps scattered across her skin as the sweat on her body cooled from the breeze coming off of the water.

"Do you wish for me to warm you up, Domina?"

She smiled at him and crooked her finger. "Make me warm, my love. I need you inside of me."

He kicked off his remaining clothes then gathered her into his arms and lay so he covered as much of her body with his own as possible. The feel of her beneath him, at once delicate and strong, made his c.o.c.k throb. Without a word he shifted her hips and slid himself through the lips of her s.e.x, wetting the head of his c.o.c.k with her arousal. Despite his efforts to eat up every drop of honey her body made for him she was once again slick, allowing him to push into her with one long, slow thrust of his hips.

Heaven.

Pulling her leg up over his hip so one of her feet rested against his a.s.s, he looked into her eyes and began to move out, the ball clenching pleasure of being inside of her almost as good as her love for him filling her gaze. He'd never be alone again, ever. She'd always be there with him. He could read that promise in her eyes, see the truth of it in her soul. They were two parts of the same whole, jagged and broken on their own but once they fit together they were indestructible.

He wanted to say he loved her, but that word wasn't strong enough to encompa.s.s all that he was feeling, so he tried to put it into his eyes and smiled down at her when she softly gasped and tilted her hips. Slowly the heat built between them as he stroked her arousal back into a flame, gritting his teeth at the way her c.u.n.t fisted around him, having to use his strength to pull out of her as she clung to him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled him down for a wet, dirty kiss, her tongue mimicking the plunging of his hips into her body by thrusting into his.

With a low moan she dug her nails into his neck and lifted herself as much as she could beneath him, meeting his thrusts with her body, silently urging him to f.u.c.k her harder.

He rolled them so she was on top without leaving her body, his breath coming out in a silent gasp as he looked up at Mich.e.l.le bathed in the moonlight, the clouds parting to show a halo of stars behind her. Even the moon loved his Domina, making her skin glow as she smiled down at him with her sun bleached blonde hair flaring around her as the wind twisted between them. Stars surrounded her like a crown and his breath caught at the sight of a G.o.ddess riding him. Never looking away, she began to lift herself off of him and he became entranced by the play of her lean muscles as she moved, by the smooth mound of her p.u.s.s.y, and the brief sight of his shaft splitting the lips of her s.e.x while she took him.

Soon it became too much and he reached up, rubbing her nipples, urging her to come closer so he could suck them. She made a little moaning sound deep in her throat that almost set him off right there but he managed to hold on and took one stiff peak between his lips, sucking hard and praying that she would come soon because he couldn't last much longer. When he bit down on the hard tip he got his wish. Mich.e.l.le cried out, tensing in his arms and grinding herself against him, the strong convulsions of her p.u.s.s.y triggering his own climax as he shoved his d.i.c.k into her as far as he could go, pouring what was his very essence into her, leaving him drained and completely spent when she finally collapsed on top of him.

After a few minutes of panting against him, Mich.e.l.le moved off of him. He reached for her but she batted his hands away. "Stay there. I'll be right back."

He was too exhausted and happy to argue. Even though this hadn't been the most vigorous f.u.c.king he'd ever done, it had been one of the most intense. Silver lined clouds drifted across the sky and he took a deep breath of the sea air, feeling cleaned from the inside out and perfectly content. Mich.e.l.le returned a few minutes later with two pillows and the comforter from the bed upstairs. She'd thrown on one of her silky short night gowns and he smiled up at her as she had him lift his head, then laid down with him and drew the comforter over them both.

The whisper soft sound of her voice blended with the waves as she said, "I thought we could sleep out here for a little bit."

He kissed the top of her head. "Perfect idea."

"Wyatt?"

"Yes, Domina?"

She made a happy little noise. "Thank you. That was wonderful."

"Anytime."

Her giggle made him smile and she cuddled closer, all feminine curves and silky skin. "No, really, I want to thank you. Not many people would have come back for me. And I'm not saying that in a pity party way, but rather that I appreciate you. I really do."

The softness of her hair tickled across his chest in the ocean breeze as he looked down at her. "You did the same for me. Not the same circ.u.mstances, but the same thing. You crawled into h.e.l.l with me and pulled me back out again."

"You know what? I like the way I look through your eyes. You make me feel so strong, so brave."

"That's because you are." He lifted her mouth to his and gave her a gentle kiss, his c.o.c.k stirring against her leg. "Love you, baby."

For a moment she studied his face, then an almost shy smile curved her lips. "Love you too."

With that she settled back against his chest, her head over his heart, as she softly stroked his body, lulling him into a state of relaxation that had to be a glimpse of heaven.

Chapter 17.

After Mich.e.l.le finished with her shower and dressed in a pair of casual white shorts and a silky blue top, she looked into the mirror and had to smile. Her nose and cheeks were pink from the sun, her nails were shot to s.h.i.t, and her hair hadn't seen a stylist in far too long, but she felt like she looked better than she ever had before. Without a doubt it was because of Wyatt and the wonderful changes he'd made in her life. She felt, whole...complete. Like she was finally doing something with her life other than just existing.

They'd just returned from visiting their therapists and she'd found herself talking to Lisa more like a friend than someone she paid to listen to her s.h.i.t. Lisa had been genuinely happy that Mich.e.l.le and Wyatt had not only made up, but that Mich.e.l.le was once again comfortable in her role as a Domme. It was nice to be able to unload to someone who understood not only the human mind, but the BDSM dynamic. Wyatt seemed to be benefiting from talking to his therapist as well and even though she never asked Wyatt about those conversations, and vice versa, the coiled knot of tension that Wyatt always seemed to carry with him was slowly loosening.

She found Wyatt standing in front of the windows, looking out at the ocean. She discovered him doing this a lot and realized that he found some kind of peace in watching the roll of the tide. Maybe she should think about buying a home out here so they could come back every summer. She rather liked the idea of having that kind of tradition, a place where they could go to get away from it all. He studied the horizon, his cla.s.sic profile drawing her gaze as she admired the man who belonged to her, heart and soul. "Looks like a storm is rolling in. We should head out soon."

"Where are we going?"

"To have dinner with one of the neighbors."

She frowned at him. "I didn't know you'd even met the neighbors. They're so far down the beach I've never seen them."

"Met them last week, they're nice people." He turned abruptly but she caught something in his expression that made her feel like there was something he wasn't telling her.

"Should I change?"

"Nah, you're fine. It's casual. Come on."

Ten minutes later they were standing on the porch of a much bigger beach house than the one they were staying in, more of a beach mansion. The outside was painted a delicate light blue and it was three stories with wrap around decks on each level. Wyatt rang the doorbell and from inside came excited barking.

Her heart ached as she suddenly fiercely missed Tuba and Mud. While she knew Yuki was taking good care of them, she missed her dogs. They'd been there for her in her darkest times and had probably saved her life. Homesickness for her animals. .h.i.t her hard and she grabbed Wyatt's hand, needing the rea.s.surance of his touch.

The porch light flicked on and a moment later Mich.e.l.le stared in disbelief as Yuki and James stood on the other side of the door with Mud and Tuba prancing excitedly next to them.

"Yuki?" Mich.e.l.le asked in disbelief.

"Oh, darling, I've missed you so much! You look wonderful!" Yuki grabbed Mich.e.l.le into a huge hug, her slender body clad in a dark gold silk floor length dress and her hair piled up on her head.

Mich.e.l.le hugged her back, tears gathering in her eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"We're on vacation." Yuki giggled and released Mich.e.l.le from her embrace then looked over at James who pulled Mich.e.l.le into a tight hug. "You look good."

"Thanks."

Yuki grabbed Wyatt in a hug. "And you! Look at you! I swear you get bigger every time I see you."

Laughing, Wyatt gave her a kiss on the forehead before releasing her and moving over to James, giving the other man that weird one-armed man-hug that men seemed to like. "How've you been?"

James beamed. "Never better."

Something b.u.mped Mich.e.l.le's legs and she looked down to find Tuba and Mud sitting at her feet. She crouched down and threw her arms around the dogs, giving them the verbal signal to give her love. Right away they began to prance around her like excited puppies, licking every inch of her that they could until they knocked her on her b.u.t.t and both tried to sit in her lap at once.

"Easy, you big beasts," Wyatt admonished with a laugh and hauled Mich.e.l.le to her feet. "Ewww, now you're all slimy."

She made a visible show of rubbing herself off on Wyatt while they all laughed.

"Come on," Yuki said with a sparkling smile. "Dinner's on the table."

They went back to a fabulous dining room that looked out over the ever darkening ocean, the lightning now drawing closer as James turned on the overhead driftwood chandelier. A large bowl of what smelled like some kind of seafood and cream sauce mixture sat in the center of the table along with another large bowl filled with pasta. Wyatt pulled out a chair for Mich.e.l.le, then sat down next to her.

Her stomach growled and she smiled over at James and Yuki, beyond happy to see them. "This looks great."

"Thanks," James said as he took a seat next to his wife.

Yuki didn't say anything and Mich.e.l.le frowned as she noted how pale her friend had become. "Yuki, are you okay?"

She looked up from the table to Mich.e.l.le and paled further. "I have to go."

Her friend bolted from her chair and when Mich.e.l.le went to go after her James stood up and blocked her. "She hates it when people hover over her while she pukes."

"Is she okay?"

James nodded, then gently shoved her back into her chair and heaped her plate with food. "Yeah. She's just getting over a stomach virus. The smell of some food sets her off. No big deal, but we should eat up while she's gone."

Puzzled by the weird vibe coming from James, she nodded and proceeded to dig in. As usual, James was a miracle worker in the kitchen and they all chowed down. Yuki returned a little bit later with what looked like a peanut b.u.t.ter and jelly sandwich, sitting in the living room that had a clear view of the dining room.

Wyatt took a drink of his water then looked over to Yuki. "You doing okay over there?"

She nodded and Mich.e.l.le was relieved to see she looked much better. "Yeah. Just the smell of the seafood was getting to me. I'll just hang out over here until you're done."

Mich.e.l.le quickly finished her meal and went over to where Yuki sat curled up on one of the big cream couches that faced a lovely view of the now stormy ocean through the huge windows.

"I'm so happy to see you."

Yuki gave her a critical appraisal, then smiled. "You look much, much better. That zombie heroin-chic look was not working for you."

"b.i.t.c.h." Mud and Tuba lay at their feet and Mich.e.l.le leaned forward so she could love on them. "How long have you been down here?"

"Only a few days. We had...things to do."

Something about Yuki's voice caught her attention and she gave the other woman a pointed look. "What's up?"

Widening her eyes, giving Mich.e.l.le a look of obviously bulls.h.i.t innocence, her friend said, "What do you mean?"

James laughed and walked into the sitting area with Wyatt. "Honey, you are the worst f.u.c.king liar."

Yuki threw him a stern look. "Shut up."

Shaking his head, James sat on the couch on the other side of Mich.e.l.le while Wyatt took a nearby chair. "Just tell them already. I know you're dying to."

Yuki took a deep breath, then smiled with such joy that she literally glowed with happiness. "I'm pregnant."

"What?" Mich.e.l.le stared at her for a moment before squealing and grabbing Yuki in a hug, rocking her back and forth. "Oh, my G.o.d! Oh, my G.o.d! You're going to have a baby!"

Laughing, Yuki hugged her back. "That's usually what being pregnant means."

She was vaguely aware of James and Wyatt exchanging congratulations, but all her attention was focused on her best friend. "How far along are you?"

Yuki pulled back and patted her still trim belly. "I'm only eleven weeks."

"Oh, my G.o.d." Mich.e.l.le tried to wrap her mind around the concept that Yuki and James were going to have a baby. "Oh, my G.o.d."

James pulled Mich.e.l.le onto his lap, hugged her, then put her on his other side so he could grab his wife, giving her a sound kiss that made Mich.e.l.le blush. She glanced over at Wyatt and found him watching her with an indecipherable expression. Without a second thought she stood and went to him, sliding onto his lap and wrapping his arms around her. He hugged her tight and she rested her head on his chest, watching Yuki and James gaze at each other with complete adoration. Joy for them bubbled up inside of her and she found herself brushing away tears.

Wyatt gently gripped her chin and lifted her face to his before pressing a gentle, tender kiss against her lips that had more tears slipping free. For a moment she wondered what it would be like to have children with Wyatt, but she wasn't ready for that anytime soon. The absolute last thing she wanted to do was bring a child into the world before she was ready to be a mother, and she had too much personal s.h.i.t to work through first. But she did know one thing for sure, if G.o.d was good someday she'd have the joy of carrying Wyatt's baby.

They broke apart when Yuki cleared her throat. "Mich.e.l.le, we have something to ask you."

She looked over then they all jumped and the dogs whined when a loud crack of thunder rent the air hard enough to make the big picture windows vibrate.

"Holy s.h.i.t," James said with nervous laugh. "They said we were going to get some big storms. Maybe we should move away from the windows."

Yuki elbowed him. "We're fine. Now hush, I need to ask Mich.e.l.le something."

James made a pantomime motion of zipping his lips.

Blinking rapidly, Yuki cleared her throat and said, "Mich.e.l.le, you are truly the sister I never had, my best friend who's been there with me through thick and thin. We were wondering if you'd do us the honor of being our baby's G.o.dmother."

Tears started to fall down Mich.e.l.le's cheeks again and Wyatt helped her out of his lap when she went to stand, then stumbled over to Yuki and threw her arms around her best friend. "I would be so totally honored. Thank you, thank you so much."

James gave her a kiss on the cheek. "You know I love you, honey, and I'm so proud to have you be our daughter's G.o.dmother."

She laughed and pulled back from Yuki, both women scrubbing their cheeks. "Daughter? Isn't it too early to tell?"

Yuki rolled her eyes. "James had a dream about a little girl so now he's determined that the jelly bean is female."

Giving a mock shudder, James shook his head. "I'm hoping it's a boy. Could you imagine having to live with Yuki, times two?"

Laughing, Mich.e.l.le sat back, then jumped again as another roll of thunder rent the air, this time hard enough that it not only rattled the windows, but she felt it in her bones. The dogs crowded up against her and she rubbed them, trying to sooth their obvious unease at the loud noises. It had gotten dark enough that James had to lean over to turn on a lamp next to the couch. Mich.e.l.le listened to the rain slam against the house as the wind howled. "Maybe we should get away from the windows."

A melody came from Wyatt's direction and she glanced over, watching him pull his cell phone out of his pocket. Looking up, he stood and said, "Excuse me for a second."

Mich.e.l.le turned her attention back to Yuki. "How are you feeling? I'm a.s.suming your bout of puking earlier wasn't from a stomach virus."