Page 57 of Signed, SEALed, Delivered

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Zach

The soft pattering of the slowing falling rain against the window, kept time with the rhythm of her breathing. She had come into the shop just before close, wasting little time as she took her place, straddling my hips and taking my lips hostage. Since the blow out between her and her mother, she had become more comfortable with herself. Gone was the young girl killing herself to make everyone around her happy. Now, in her place, was a headstrong, sexier, and confident woman. One who wore my ring with admiration and pride, yet kept the simple life on her compass. A prime example was how she kissed the life out of me, and then turned on all her womanly charms just to get me to take her to the little barbecue place down the street.

She loved to sit down on their wooden benches, eat the free peanuts, and then toss the shells on the floor, laughing as she watched the patrons around her doing the same. It was defying the rules, being a rebel, even if it was expected by the owners. I loved watching her interact with the wait staff, complimenting them on their appearance or how they pronounced their name. She would look to me for advice on ordering her food, knowing I would eat anything she left behind. It was incredibly erotic watching her lick the sauce from her fingers, moaning as the sweet, sticky concoction stimulated her taste buds. I loved listening to her as she commented on each person sitting around us, sometimes making up stories about what they were doing there. Listening to her talk as she drank draft beer until she began to slur her words and holding her tightly against me as we left the restaurant. I was always careful not to let her trip and fall from her alcohol intake, but also to let every swinging dick in the place know that she was mine.

After we returned to my house, a place she found herself most nights—although our level of intimacy had not increased since that fateful evening—she would waltz up to the entertainment center, take out a stack of movies, and announce whichever movie landed face up, was the one we would watch. As she leaned over to pluck the winning title off the floor, I would place my hand over hers, and give my one and only condition. It didn't matter what we watched, as long as it was done from under the covers in my bed.

With the house secured and Kennedy warm from her shower, the movie began to play. Yet my attention was consumed by the perfect creature residing across my chest. Her leg was placed carelessly between mine, the softness of her skin against my much rougher, conditioned exterior. All those years as a SEAL changed more than just my outlook on life. The sweet smell of her freshly washed hair reminded me of the aroma from my mother making fruit pies. I could feel her quiet giggles as the comedy played out on the screen. Kennedy would hug me tighter when the male actor would do something she liked, or in some cases, didn't. But most of all, it was the tiny feather like kisses she would give me at random intervals. As wimpy as it sounds, all of these little things made my heart beat faster.

My decision to marry Kennedy wasn't one that came without question. Although we both grew up in privileged circles, we had vastly different role models. Where my parents didn't go two seconds without the exchange of 'I love you', or loving touches, Kennedy has witnessed nothing but coldness and formality. Her parent’s marriage had been one of advantage and convenience, instead of love and honor. My job of showing her everything love has to offer won't be an easy one, something I’m prepared for. I have prepared myself for many arguments, hurt feelings, and hours of groveling. I'm also prepared for make up sex.

"I have to read the book now." Kennedy said as she adjusted her arm resting between us. I waited patiently as she adjusted herself, getting comfortable.

"Shouldn't you have done that first, before watching the movie?"

The best part of Kennedy, the part I craved more than anything, is right before my eyes. Her smile, the one brightened even the darkest corner of the world, on display for me and only me.

"Traditionally yes, but I have to see what happens when the train stops and the next movie in the series isn't out yet." Kennedy scrambled out of my arms and across the room, her soft bare legs gliding across the darkened room. She carried her iPad everywhere she went, it was her constant companion. I watched her slide her finger across the screen, awakening the sleeping tablet. After tapping repeatedly, with a single victorious laugh, she crossed the room and climbed back into my bed. She curled into my side once more and began reading the book she had purchased.

Leaning closer, I read alongside her for several chapters. We found out the couple riding the train to the wall were still together, but running from their own people. My day finally caught up to me as I closed my eyes and fell into dreamland.

I was walking on a skinny pipe, much like the male character in Kennedy's movie, pulling her behind me. Instead of Kennedy helping me escape a shrinking room, she was on her knees pulling my belt from the loops that held it against my jeans, her fingers working quickly to free me from my denim confines. Her mouth was so warm, for a moment I swore it was real and prayed to any God who would listen I didn't wake up covered in my own jizz. Her actions became fumbled and the image blurred. I could hear her talking, chastising herself for her lack of ability to complete the task. I reached out expecting the image to disappear, however I came in contact with the bed sheets covering something hard.

I woke up and looked down, discovering Kennedy hidden under the camouflage of blankets, her warm hand wrapped around my stiff cock, which was still wet from her mouth. I pulled back the covers, getting my first glance at a frustrated Kennedy. Her lips wet and slightly swollen, her eyebrows furrowed in aggravation, and her tiny hand still wrapped around my now weeping cock.

"Baby, not that I’m complaining there is an issue, but what are you doing?" My voice sounded slightly amused. In situations like this when Kennedy would try something new, and then somewhat back herself into a corner, not having a clue what she was doing. It was cute, and it made her all the more special.

"I—I..." Her head lowered as she let out an exasperated breath, a piece of her now dry hair moving from the motion, swaying toward me and back into her face. I never wanted to make her feel small, like she was nothing in my eyes.

"Hey," I spoke softly, reassurance and love my expressed intention. "Look at me." Her body shifted as she slowly and reluctantly raised her head. I gave her time to swallow her nerves, she was growing into such a self-assured person and I don't want anything to deter that.

"I wanted to try it. I figured if I sucked at it, you would just think it was a bad dream and forget about it."

Pulling myself into a seated position, I took her face in my hands. My eyes searched her sad and confused ones. "Baby, first off, what you were doing was amazing. I was having this dream you were doing exactly what you really were doing. No guy in their right mind would ever tell his girl that having his dick touched by her is anything other than fantastic." Her hand began to move slowly around the base of my cock, her smile returning.

"And second?" She questioned, her movements not stopping.

"Second, ugh...you've made me forget what I was going to say." Her smile is full throttle, a sight I wanted to see every day.

My eyes never left hers as I placed my hand over hers, giving her silent but encouraging instructions on how to touch me. Her eyes left mine as they studied her hand moving with mine; up and down, twisting slightly at the tip, giving just a slight squeeze as she descended to the base of my shaft.

Finding her confidence once again, she lowered herself back down until she was again eye level with my cock. Her movements alone were causing me to twitch, but thinking about what may come, what I hoped she is about to do made my cock weep. With a smirk on her beautiful face, she opened her mouth wide, her eyes once again locking with mine. I watched as her tongue extended slowly, grazing the head with soft, innocent flicks.

"Take your time, Baby." I lifted my hand to stroke her silky hair, telling her without words she was doing everything right. She descended again, this time taking just the tip between her lips, eyes focused on my face.

"Mmm..." The vibrations from my chest traveled to my balls, spurring her on as she consumed more and more of my cock. Men are visual creatures and I was certainly no different. Watching my girl as she took larger and larger amounts of me into her mouth caused my brain to fall further into a lust filled haze. I decided to let her take complete control and removed my hand from hers before laying back down. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the pleasure my girl could bring.

The feel of her hot, wet and eager mouth gripping my cock as she hollows out her cheeks with her sucking, and the popping sound of her lips as they pass the head, cause my body to jerk from the pleasure. Her free hand took my aching balls and began playing with them, sending me further into the zone we all love to visit. Kennedy, however, made this visit so much better as she she makes everything better.

She wasn't perfect in her movements and I felt the sting of her teeth several times as they hit the underside of my shaft. She could tell it hurt slightly and she apologized; yet continued. My hands were in her hair in an instinctive reaction to the pleasure she was giving me. I worried my actions would imply something other than how much I loved what she was doing.

"That’s it, Baby, suck the head." My instructions were strangled as I was so close and yet ached to be closer.

She followed my instructions and with a quick look at her, I could see her jaw was growing tired. Her down motion was suspended and she was using her hands instead. It didn't matter to me, it all felt incredible. I wanted so badly to shout it out to the world, but that wouldn't happen, this was between us. My climax was imminent and I needed to move her. I didn't want to come in her mouth, instead I wanted to kiss her until her lips were swollen and she couldn't breathe. However, in a move that took my breath away, Kennedy took both of my balls into her warm mouth, while her hand continued to stroke my cock. It was unexpected and my complete undoing. I came with a shout of her name and a hard twitch of my body.

The moment, seconds after a release of not only body fluids—but all the chemicals that go with it, where you have barely have enough ability to blink your eyes, much less make words come together in a complete sentence, that's exactly where I am. Kennedy was still resting on her knees, but her bottom lip had begun to tremble. In the quiet of the room, she begins collecting her clothing and what little dignity she can scrape together. My mind is was screaming at me to say something, to explain to her if the house caught fire in this very moment, I would burn up it in. I was desperately trying to get my limp body to do something, anything, to make her stop.

"Kennedy..." I finally managed, my voice laden with exhaustion and contentment, "...wait!"

Her shoulders were hunched until she heard my voice. She slowly turns around, squares her shoulders, and defies the demons who are telling her she failed. Determination lit her face as she finally brought her eyes up meet mine.

"Sweetness," I lifted my left hand and motioned for her to come closer. "C'mere."

She moves slowly, like a child who had been caught doing something wrong, prolonging the punishment certain to follow. Standing tall, yet defeated beside the bed, her expression told me everything. With a small nod of my head, I beckoned her closer. She moves, but with reservation.

"Baby, you've gone and sucked out the last of my brain cells."

With those words, which were as lame as some of those Super Bowl commercials, her smile is back and a giggle fills up the room. Now that, the look currently on her face, the pride and the joy, is my favorite.

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