Page 55 of Embracing Us

“Sit down, Beautiful,” I cajole her, blowing gently against her sex. “I want my meal up close and personal. Don’t make me stretch for it. Suffocate me with that pretty pussy of yours.” She lowers further, and delicious wet lips meet mine. I eat like a starved man. Completely immersed in the familiar taste and scent of her arousal. Linda is my favourite flavour. I could live on a diet of only her, no other sustenance required.

She rocks gently as I suck, her wetness increasing as I run my tongue inside and out. I sense her dress lifting, and her nimble fingers join the party. She touches her clit, causing her body to tense. My arms, which are wrapped around her thighs, tighten, pulling her down further. With my eyes open and mouth full of her, I watch her pleasure herself, knowing it is me who will taste the final rewards when she orgasms. Between her legs in my happy place, is where I call home.

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Today, we are fully staffed so I have nowhere particularly to be, except here, in case of any issues. I’ve only met Linda’s friend on a handful of occasions, but I know she has been a wonderful support to my wife during rough times over this past year. From what Linda has told me, she’s straight-talking and fun to be around. I’m just pleased there is a woman here that she can consider a friend whom she can rely on.

We walk into the social lounge hand in hand. Rhian is sitting at the bar on a high stool holding a bright pink cocktail in her hand. Her blonde hair is longer than I remember, finishing at her shoulders, perfectly styled to poker-straight perfection. She’s wearing an open-necked white shirt tied in a knot at her waist teamed with knee-length denim shorts. On her feet are bright-pink wedge sandals with huge matching gemstones on the straps.

“Linda,” she shrieks, slamming the glass on the bar, jumping from the stool and running across the room to us as we arrive. She throws her arms around my wife, hugging her fiercely. She releases her then steps backwards, still holding Linda’s hands but stretching them wide. Her gaze runs up and down Linda’s body. “You look fucking awesome.” Linda flushes red at the compliment.

“Thank you,” she replies in embarrassment. “It’s easy to be happy here.”

“I can see that.” Rhian’s focus moves to me. “Hi, Max,” she sings, then looks into Jackson’s pram that I’ve been pushing with one hand. “Hello, beautiful boy,” she coos. “Your mummy is looking sensational, is she not? Your daddy is a very lucky man.”

“That I am,” I agree, squeezing Linda’s fingers in mine. “How was your flight?”

“It was fine. I’m glad to be here though.” She smiles brightly, then turns to her friend. “So, tell me, what excitement do you have planned for us while I’m here? You were tight-lipped on our drive from the airport.”

“Lots,” Linda replies, bouncing from foot to foot. Her enthusiasm is wonderful to see. She was incredibly worried that her friend would change plans and not visit. For all her confidence is higher than it’s ever been since we met, occasionally there is a glimpse of the old Linda appearing. “We are having a girl’s night tonight. Max is on bar and baby duty.”

Rhian slaps her hands together and rubs them fiercely. “Great. I’m in need of a good drink and crazy conversation. Are there plenty of single men in this town?”

“I don’t know, but no doubt you will hunt them out,” Linda says with a shrug.

“Excellent. You can be my wing-woman and help me scout them out.”

“Just remember, you’re married now, Beautiful,” I tease her, and she glances at me. “Don’t be chatting up hot men. I won’t be held responsible for my actions if you do.” Rhian cackles with my comment.

“Don’t worry,” Rhian says. “Linda will be purely on surveillance.”

I lean into my wife’s neck, kissing her skin gently. She shivers beneath my touch as her breathing hitches. “Don’t look too closely either,” I whisper, darkly. “Again, I won’t be held responsible for my actions if I see you gaining too much attention.” Releasing her hand, I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her in against my hip. Rhian watches us with a smirk on her face. “Or it may be necessary to implement some punishment so you remember who you belong to.”

“Fucking hell,” Rhian exclaims. “Why don’t you just bend her over and be done with it.” I laugh out loud before fixing this new woman with a stare.

“I would, but Linda’s already changed her knickers once today. I wouldn’t want to inconvenience her further.” Rhian snorts through her nose then punches my arm with her fist.

“Hell, you’re fucking awesome,” she says. “Linda, we need to find me a man like this.” My wife looks at me, all rosy-cheeked and happy.

“I’m pretty sure they only made one,” she says.

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