Page 29 of Ribbons and Roses
I was soon pregnant a second time as proof.
Now, years later, I’m in another new stage. I’m more confident and comfortable in my skin than ever. I’m also more sexual and curious than any other period in my life.
As Salvatore strips me of my blouse and bra, he fondles my breasts and then bows his head to spread kisses onto the soft, supple mounds of flesh.
I angle my head backward and moan at how good his lips feel. My nipples have peaked, dark and puffy beads that he happily takes into his mouth to suck and nibble on.
They’ve been extremely sensitive since breastfeeding, an instant erogenous zone for me. I’m trembling under his ministrations, shivers racking through my body. Salvatore’s tongue flicks my nipples while his fingers tweak and pinch at them.
He suckles with the right amount of suction to make my pussy throb away.
My jaw drops open and I moan his name.
The suction only increases, intensifying like he’s trying to milk me.
“Fuck… Jon…” I pant. “Keep… please keep…”
The air I’m breathing runs short and makes it impossible for me to finish.
Salvatore gets the message, running his tongue along my areola and then sucking hard. I tip over onto the bed, reeling from the sensations exploding from my breast. If he keeps going, I’ll come from this. I’ll orgasm from his intense breast play alone.
He climbs over me and holds me down as he makes it his mission.
“Look at these tits,” he growls. He bows his head to kiss and nibble on them some more. “You’ve always had a gorgeous fucking pair.”
I arch against his mouth, so on edge that pleasure thrums like a drumbeat inside me.
I have my eyes squeezed shut and don’t even notice when the lights go out. It takes Salvatore’s mouth and hands leaving my breasts to make me realize something’s happened. I blink my eyes open and find myself plunged into a pitch-black room.
Salvatore slides off the bed, his energy immediately tense.
“Wha… what…?” I choke out, dazed from my near orgasm.
“Grab the kids and lock the door,” he says. “The power went out.”
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salvatore
Darkness has never beenmy friend.
Since I was a child, I dreaded the dark. The circumstances were understandable given what I had been through at the hands of Lucius. But it’s a dislike I’ve carried into adulthood, even so many years after triumphing over the piece of shit who pretended to be my father.
The lights go out as I’m teasing Delphine by licking and sucking on her titties. I’ve got her right where I want her when the room goes dark. Tension clinches my insides. I lean back and then stand up off the bed, my hand automatically falling to my piece in my holster.
“Grab the kids and lock the door,” I say. “The power went out.”
Before Delphine can offer any protests, I’m out the door. I head down the hall as several of the other doors open. Stitches pokes his head out in the hall alongside Sasha.
“Psycho, what in the hell’s going on?”
“Come with me,” I say. “Sasha, grab the kids and wait with Delphine.”
The couple do as I tell them and split up. Stitches hurries behind me. Sasha turns to go meet Delphine and gather the kids from their rooms.
Stitches and I are footsteps away from the staircase when the last door in the hall pops open and Ernest emerges.
“What in the world is going on?” he asks.