Page 91 of Quintessentially

“I was going to make us a home over the store,” I say.

Dax grins. “You need that space for storage and shipping.” He shrugs. “You might as well live here since Molly already likes her room.”

I reach for his cheeks. “I have my own room at home.”

“No, you don’t. This ishome,and you’re stuck sharing your room and your bed with me.”

Leaning forward we kiss.

With a smirk, I ask, “Does this offer come with any bonuses? Like are there any incentives you’d like to share with me?”

Tugging me down, Dax is over me, our noses millimeters away. I can’t contain my giggles.

“I have a very in-depth incentive program.” His golden eyes glisten. “Let me show you what I have in mind.”

Before I can speak, Dax reaches beneath my nightshirt and lowers my panties.

“I’m liking this so far,” I say.

My breathing hitches as Dax licks my core, his tongue delving inside me and his fingers swirl and pinch my clit. My fingers grasp the sheets and I’m biting my lip to stop from calling out as he continues teasing and tasting. My hips buck as my eyes close. I feel my orgasm building as my body reacts to his touch. I’m wound as tight as an old-fashioned top when he takes me over the edge.

Crawling over me, he kisses my lips, his tongue dancing with mine as I taste myself. When my eyes open, he’s grinning. “Have I convinced you?”

“I don’t know, is that all you’ve got?”

Dax smirks. “Oh, I’ve got more. Warning, this next package is large.”

Smiling, I shake my head. “The largest I’ve seen. Of course, you have no competition.”

“I’ve spent a fair amount of time in locker rooms; I know what I’m talking about.”

My hand reaches below the covers, finding his boxer shorts missing, and his cock hard in my grasp. My fingers don’t touch as I run my hand up and down, Dax’s cock twitches as it turns from hard to steel. “I am interested in your big package,” I say with a smirk.

Dax slips from the bed and turns the lock on the bedroom door. Only once has Molly come into the room. Thankfully, we were both asleep and clothed. Nevertheless, I don’t think our daughter is ready to witness what we’re about to do.

Walking toward me, Dax’s cock bounces as his smile grows. “That nightshirt is coming off. I want access to those luscious tits.”

“I haven’t agreed to your offer yet.”

Shaking his head, he lowers the blankets and taking the hem of the nightshirt, pulls it over my head. “You’re perfect in every way.” His eyes lower to my abdomen as he traces the scar from Molly’s C-section.

Since the first time I told him about the C-section, we’ve discussed why it was necessary. After twenty hours of labor and my cervix refusing to dilate, the doctor thought it was best. It doesn’t mean future children can’t be born naturally. It was simply what was best for Molly.

“On your hands and knees,” he says.

Grinning, I do as he says and looking over my shoulder say, “I’m glad this bed doesn’t squeak.”

He crawls onto the bed behind me. “I plan on giving it a workout tonight.” He teases my hair over my shoulder, and I feel his touch as he traces my spine.

It’s a ghost of a touch and causes my skin to prickle with goose bumps as I squirm, wanting his big package and everything Dax has to offer.

When Dax started working on Molly’s room, I went to the doctor and got the birth control insert. Its efficacy is better than that of oral medications. That doesn’t mean we’re against more children. It means we want to wait.

His cock teases my core and let me say, I’m a fan of no condoms. All at once, my neck arches as we become one.

I really have nothing to compare to regarding Dax’s size—I don’t want to compare. I love the way he fills me, how stretched I feel as we become one. In and out, his grip of my hips intensifies as I bury my face in the pillows to mute my moans of pleasure.

There’s no way for me to know if all men are as good at sex as Dax. I only know that he makes my body react and keeps my mind centered on him. It’s all-consuming to be loved by him. His touch is safe and at the same time exciting and new.

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