No Ordinary Love

20

Whitney Houston was a guest in our living room while we soaked each other in for the first time in two weeks. Shop opened up again, things were going....great for the first time in a very long time.

Our boy was on his way to make his grand entrance in just a few weeks, this had been the only thing I'd ever been nervous about. I'd killed men with my bare hands, bullets once dissected my skin, and cancer almost made a home in me....yet nothing was more fretting than this.

I'd done all I could do to distract myself from becoming too involved, I didn't want to smother my wife. She hated it, claiming that I was 'too buried into work' instead of into her.

It was clamp down time, I allowed my father to take over just as he did while I was in my coma. My woman had my full, undivided attention for three months, and even after my baby came.

"Another Round" by Fat Joe and Chris Brown replaced Whitney's visitation. My dick jumped at the flashbacks of things we'd done to this song before.

"What's your favorite position? You tend to get wetter when you're riding me," I asked my wife. She smiled, nearly cracking the smooth face mask while I rubbed her eight month belly with organic butter.

"No, I'm a little old fashioned, I truly love missionary. There's nothing better than watching your pupils jump when you're nearing your peak..."

My cheeks now burned, I was delighted to be watched deeply, my stomach was just excited as my rosy skin.

"I just assumed you loved to be on top."

She nodded, closing her eyes again and becoming familiar with the body pillows behind her. "Riding you is the only way I can get you to submit. It's as if you lose all power while I'm staring you down from on top."

My breath was swallowed away, I had cottonmouth now. It was true, and I was embarrassed. My wife bitched me when she expertly rode me, she milked me dry when she rose up while voluntarily squeezing her four walls in the same pattern. It was a lovely, but dangerous position.

"I let you have all of the power because I enjoy being led by you. I'd rather give you directions from the passenger seat, you love dominating me anyway...."

My hand froze on top of her belly, I resumed breathing regularly and kept my eyes casted upon her smooth, stretched skin.

"And I love leading you," I admitted.

"Good, there's no one else I would rather follow behind."

It was reassurance, something she always gave me. Secretly, it fed my insecurities. Not regarding her, but regarding accepting true love. I'd been scarred before she came, it wasn't fair that she was helping me heal mostly. It was a trait that Tina admired most about my wife, her motherly instinct. I couldn't help but to thank my mother for the spirit of discernment when it came to opening myself up for the one.

"Your thoughts are louder than you think they are. There's nothing I'm doing that I don't want to do. I promise you, baby."

She puckered her lips, happily obliging, I leaned in and trailed my hand up to her breasts. The thin shirt strained against her large, perky flesh. Her nipples peaked through the barely there cotton barrier, I licked my lips attaching my mouth to her left nipple as I softly kneaded her right breasts.