The orgasm was building and it threatened to consume me. I called out his name as it boiled to the surface and I exploded. I saw stars as the pleasure coursed through my body.
I opened my eyes and shook my head at him. “You’re incredible.”
With a grin he said, “Have you had enough?”
“No, I want more.” I put my hands on his sexy butt and pushed him into me. “Harder…faster…”
He put his lips against mine and said, “You drive me crazy, baby.”
I was still writhing underneath him and the feel of his mouth and his words drove me back into frenzy. I began bucking my hips, and our kisses were wet and sloppy. He moved his hips to the side and hit that spot that I’ve heard people talk about.
I think I let out a scream right into his mouth as I came again. That orgasm was unexpected, and I even dug my fingernails into his back.
He didn’t complain. He sucked my tongue into his mouth and didn’t miss a beat. He kept going, stroking in and out, kissing me, sucking on my lips and tongue, telling me I was beautiful until I suddenly heard him grunt, and then groan and then I felt him tense and just before he released he said, “Daphne!”
He fell shaking into me and I held him there. I didn’t want him to move…ever. I didn’t want to breathe. He was my air. He was all that I needed. I knew that with everything in me.
Chapter Forty-Eight
Two Years Later
Jace
“Aw, look, Jace has a little heart-shaped note in his lunch box…isn’t that sweet.” I felt myself blush. Daphne insists on packing my lunch every day, which I love. But I usually check it for the notes before I open it in front of the other guys.
I’m not ashamed of her…completely to the contrary. But, working in construction, you have to have a little bit of a hard edge. Pink, heart-shaped sticky notes kind of blow that out of the water.
“You’re just jealous, Craig. I’m sorry that nobody loves you enough to send you a heart-shaped note in your lunch.”
“I’ll give you one for that ham sandwich,” Mike said to Craig.
“It would take a lot more than a sticky note for you to get your hands on my ham.” Mike and I were laughing before Craig realized how that sounded. “Aw, screw you guys!” He turned his back to us and started eating his lunch. Mike looked up at me again and said,
“Did you get that raise?”
“I got it. It’s my two-year increase. It’ll help a lot with the new house and everything.”
Mike nodded. “My raises would help if I could get the wife to stop having kids. That Catholic stuff is okay, but I really wish the Pope would approve birth control. She told me yesterday she’s pregnant again.”
Craig still had his back to us, but I saw his shoulders shake. “What’s up with you?” Mike asked him.
“How many is that, nine?”
“Shut up,” Mike said. “It’s six.”
“And, you haven’t made a boy yet?”
“This one’s gonna be a boy, I can feel it.”
“That’s what you said about the last two.”
Mike shrugged. “Oh well, if this one ain’t, she’ll probably try for 10 more.”
“You could stop having sex, you know. That would stop the production of children.”
“Fuck that,” Mike said. We laughed.
I thought about how different my life was now from two years ago. The only men I had in my life then were my brothers and other priests. I didn’t realize how much fun it was to stand around like this and just talk and laugh like one of the guys. That’s all I am here.