Page 30 of Timeless: Encore

Holy Jesus. I can’t help but fist a clump of her hair at her nape. Tug it a bit. Push and pull her up and down on my cock. Fee knows this game. She takes me deep. All the way down her throat. “Shit, Fee,” I hiss and watch myself disappear between her lips. She gags a bit each time I hit the back of her throat, causing saliva to pool in her cheeks and drip down my shaft. Her mouth is pure, wet bliss.

Over the years, Fiona and I have shared thousands of euphoric sexual experiences. Our relationship’s had tremendous ups. Downs. Even middles. None of it matters. I’ll never, ever get tired of fucking my wife.

It makes me so hot when she’s uninhibited and unashamed of her beautiful, lush body—like now. She’s free to explore her sensuality with me, and she embraces that freedom. Fee slips her hand under my balls. Rolls them. Cups. Squeezes. She opens her throat. Braces her other hand on my stomach, swirling her nail around the fine hair. My cock slips all the way past her gag reflex into nirvana. My jaw clenches because I’m trying so hard not to ram myself all the way down her throat.

Eventually, she licks her way back up my shaft and suckles the crown, gripping the base with her fist. “God, I love blowing you, Zaney.”

“Thank Jesus, because I will die if you ever stop giving me head,” I moan. My hips rotate on the bed in tandem with her tongue drilling into the hole at the tip of my cock. So fucking intense.

Fee pumps me and takes me deep again. Bobs her head up and down for a bit before mumbling, “You have nothing to worry about.”

“Climb on.” My eyes are nearly rolled all the way back in my head. “Ride me. I want to fill your pussy full of my hot come.”

It’s been months since we’ve had sex in this position. It’s my favorite. Her tits bouncing. Soft belly. Gah. My cock jumps at the thought of it. I hope she doesn’t say she’s too heavy…

Fee slings her leg over my hips to straddle me and impales herself. Splays her hands out on my ribcage and rolls her hips. “Like this?” she purrs.

My voice is guttural. “Yeah.”

Ohmyfuckinggod.

She tortures me with slow, deliberate gyrations. She spends what seems like hours circling her pelvis. Finding the spot deep inside her and doubling down. Changing the angle. Repeat. I’m mesmerized watching my goddess wife take delight from my cock. Her eyes are locked with mine the entire time. We’re in complete sync. When she comes, her head lolls back. Fee’s nipples are hard peaks against her full mounds of deliciousness.

Now, it’s my turn. I cup one breast in each hand and squeeze. Press them together and lean up on my elbows to tease them with my tongue. Fee winds her arms around my neck, fists my hair and brings her mouth to mine. We’re grinding, kissing, biting, and sucking. She moans my name when she shatters for the second time, squeezing my cock with her inner muscles, giving me no choice but to let go. I shudder through my own release, spurting deep inside her. We’re both panting. Tremoring. Spasming.

So.Fucking. Good.

Fee and I bask in our afterglow for a bit. She doesn’t have much time to snuggle, though. This morning she’s meeting with her new chefs, Justice and Petra, to go over the smallwares for the kitchen at Gus. They’re also running into a couple of snags hiring a pastry chef and line cooks.

At least she has the two of them. “A dream team” as Fee calls them. They were both impressive during their interviews. The coursed dinner they prepared for us was simply stunning. Rather than decide, Fee hired them both.

While she showers, I make Mia breakfast so she’ll be ready for school by the time Fiona needs to leave. The two of us have this parenting thing dialed in tight.

“Are you ready, Meems?” Fee whooshes into the room and begins gathering her things. Phone. Keys. “We need to get going.”

Mia stuffs the rest of her peanut butter toast in her mouth. “Ready.”

“You can call Ty now. It’s officially not too early.” Fee kisses me. I kiss Mia. Then, they’re off.

Before I dial Ty, I see Connor’s text requesting to move the meeting up an hour. I text Jace. He confirms. Next, I call Ty. It goes to voicemail. I dial again. Voicemail. Irritated, I hang up. What the hell is he doing?

Then I realize. He’s probably still in bed with Zoey. I dial for the third time. “Yeah?” Ty’s a bit out of breath, which means I was right. Exactly what I thought was happening is happening.

“We’re all on the way, probably less than an hour. Connor’s dad is having complications so we’re moving things up so he can get back to his family. Jace is already on the ferry. I’m going to take a quick shower and pop over. Is that okay?” I word vomit all of the band business in about thirty seconds.

“Uh, yeah.” He sounds groggy. “I’ll need to have a shower too.”

“I’m glad I called to give you the heads-up. We wouldn’t have wanted to walk in on anything.” I chuckle.

“Well, yeah. Zoey’s boobs are off-limits from now on. Wait, what? Uh, give me one second.” I can hear his muffled voice talking to Zoey before he returns to our conversation. “Zoey’s going to meet her mom, so come over whenever.”

Yes! I think but keep my voice somewhat tempered. “Cool. I’ll be there soon.”

After my shower, I walk the short distance to Ty’s house just as Connor’s pulling into the driveway. “Zane Rocks, how the feck’ are ya.” He slaps my back when he gets out of his Range Rover.

“Ready to meet the twins. When does Ronni get to town?” I lope toward the front entrance with Connor close behind.

He doesn’t have the chance to answer because Ty appears at the door. Jace stands behind him. Holy hell, there are my dudes! My band brothers! I can’t even speak.

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