Forever In My LIFE (Book 4) 2nd Alternate

Part 59

With the help of the pain relieving gel, the next two nights without Prince home goes much smoother. Ramiel is still looking for his father, but since I switched my mindset and actions to more of a matter-of-fact manner, he's happily taking everything in stride as he usually does.

On his final night in Kentucky, when he calls between shows, the excitement in his voice is again tangible. "Hey, Sugar," I can almost see the grin on his face as he speaks.

"Hey! Good show?" I know it was, even before I ask, but I love listening to his recaps.

"Even better than the night before," th excitement in his voice changes to playful. "You know why?"

My stomach flutters with this sudden change. "Why?" I breathe.

"Because I'll be home soon," his voice is barely above a whisper, and it's has morphed into that smooth as honey tone.

I let out a small sigh, I ache to touch him. "Awwww, you're so sweet," I hear him chuckle, knowing he's probably doing his usual bashful reaction. "You know I can't wait to have you back home," I say sincerely.

"I know, Baby," he whispers again.

His whispering and sweet talk is starting to make me feel some sort of way, and since I know just how much performing has a way to heighten his sexual urges, I hurry to curb this type of talk before we're both frustrated. "No, seriously, Ramiel's diapers stink now that he's eating solid foods. I need a break!"

Prince rewards me with a belly laugh. "You got it, Sugar," he goes along with the change of subject.

I put him on speaker again so Ramiel can 'talk' to him, and it doesn't surprise either of us that our child has plenty of things to 'say'. The time comes for our call to end, "I'll see you soon, Baby."

"I'm looking forward to it," I say quietly. Knowing I'll have my husband back for almost three weeks before his next show makes this final nights distance a bit easier.

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A moan escapes my lips when a wake to Prince's thumb circling over one of my nipples. "You're home early," I breathe, lying still to enjoy the teasing.

"Ummm hmmmm," he moans into my ear from behind me. Pressing his hips against my bottom, I smile when I feel him twitch as grows hard. "I caught an earlier flight," his voice is raspy with desire. "I hope you don't mind," his words are light as air caressing my skin before his lips make contact with the sensitive flesh of my neck.

"No," I manage to get out, "I don't mind at all." I maneuver onto my back, using my hand to caress his that's still teasing and pulling at my nipple through the thin fabric. "No aftershow?" I ask when he looks into my eyes.

A half grin crosses his face, "Oh, there's going to be an after show. Invitation only." An eyebrow raises as he gazes into my eyes. "Intimate, but never the less satisfying," he purrs as his hand moves from my breast, down my torso and up under my nightie. His fingers draw lazy circles up and down my thighs.

"Am I invited?" I part my legs slightly as I ask.

"Only if you want to come," his hand hesitates at the top of my thigh.

"I would like that very much," I kiss his lips softly.

His hand moves in, petting over my mound with his fingers. He breaks the kiss, "I love that you don't wear panties to bed."

He's talkative tonight, I think as I lift my hips to increase the pressure of his hand. "May I contribute to this performance?" I ask.

His brows raise in a silent question, while his fingers delve deeper. "If you like. What would you like to contribute?" he's decided to play along.

"Hmmm," I pretend to think, since I couldn't if I tried, now that his middle finger is circling over my clit ever so gently. "I have been told..." I pant as his finger increases pressure, "that I do very well orally."

The finger stops and his eyes scan mine, "Oh?"

"Umm hmm," I lock my eyes on his.

After a couple wide-eyed, faux-innocent blinks, he relaxes back onto his back. "Show me what you got, Sugar," he whispers cockily. Propping his head with a pillow to watch, he throws back the covers, he's nude and aroused.

I kiss his mouth first, which he deepens, holding my head in his hands until he has had his fill. Now, I could bee-line straight down, and go right to work, but I know he's been giving his all these past two days with his performances and I aim to pamper him.

I start kissing his neck, which he enjoys as much as I do, trailing my lips and tongue along as I go. My hands, meanwhile, caress over the soft blanket of chest hair. My mouth soon follows the trail my hands traveled, and I pause momentarily to enjoy the smell of him. A quizzical frown forms on his face, "Did you just sniff me?"

I nibble gently beside his navel before answering. "I did," I snicker, "I missed you."

"Oh," his expression changes to anticipation mixed with amusement. When I lower my mouth closer to his erection, he licks his lips and waits. I see his stomach rise and fall as his breathing quickens. I take hold of him gingery, then proceed to lick him like an ice cream cone. "Sugar," he lets out a moan as his eyelids flutter closed. This only lasts a second, those eyes pop back open, because this man loves to watch. I put everything into this performance, eye contact, exaggerated slurps, and moans all while he watches almost in awe. While I pleasure him, he reaches down periodically to stroke my hair or touch the bare skin of my shoulder. When I show no signs of stopping, he strokes my cheek, "I think it's time I get to play. It's rude to hog the spotlight, you know?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," I tease back playfully, "I didn't realize I was being rude."

"You are very talented, so I'll forgive you," he says as he eases me backwards into a sitting position. "Now, let's get this off," he slips my nightie over my head, "Lay back."

Knowing where his favorite boudoir talents lie, I don't hesitate to lay back, but I do so in an almost modest manner, not deliberately spreading my legs even though I know that's where he's headed. He takes his time kissing and caressing my legs, working his way up as he builds my anticipation. His eyes burn with lust as he presses my knees apart, licking those full lips of his. "Time to steal the spotlight," he chuckles, kissing upwards on my inner thighs. His fingers move in first, initiating a deep, husky moan from him, "You're so wet!"

There's a hint of surprise from the both of us, it seems like forever that we've had to incorporate additional lubricant since Ramiel's birth. These thoughts pass through my mind quickly as Prince settles down and prepares 'to steal the spotlight.' Nothing else matters at the moment as those talented fingers and skilled tongue are put to use, pushing me over the edge in a matter of minutes.

Prince chuckles smugly, taking the time to kiss along my thighs again, and caressing his way up my body. I do my best to try to catch my breath as he makes his way up. "You like?" he teases, settling his body over mine.

"You know I do," I breathe, still panting.

"I think it's time to try a duet, don't you?" he asks as he looks down at me, right before his mouth meets mine. I can taste myself on him as he kisses me hard, while his tip rests at my center, teasing, but not claiming me yet. When I rock my hips up in anticipation, he breaks the kiss to stare down at me, "I love you so much."

"I love you, too." Our eyes scan each other's, but I lose control of mine when he begins his slow, deliberate penetration. "Oh, yes!" I hiss at the sensation of him filling me. I open my eyes to see his hooded ones, thoroughly examining my every reaction. Once he's inside me, we soon abandon all control, moving together in perfect rhythm. When he senses I'm getting close, he presses his forehead against mine and takes hold of my hands, creating as much connection as he can, I allow myself to succumb to the ecstasy.

As the last waves of my contractions squeeze around him, I hear his telltale, shuttering gasps as he gives in to his own pleasure. With his release, he collapses on top of me, showering my face with tender kisses. "Honey, I'm home," he quips.

"Welcome home," I chuckle as I stroke his back.

We lay this way for a while, eventually leaving the bed for a quick shower, before we snuggle close and drift off to sleep.