***ZANE’S POV***
I place tender kisses over London’s face, she squeals beneath me and I break the kiss, staring at her.
“We are supposed to be having a pillow fight, not…” she stutters, finding it hard to continue her sentence.
I kiss London tenderly, so much that when she comes up for air, she is grasping my neck and pulling me downward.
“I prefer using my tongue to shower love on you,” I mouth.
“And the movie?” she demands.
“No horror movie, baby girl, but we could binge-watch a romance movie?” I ask and she melts farther beneath me.
“My pussy hasn’t recovered from your adventure earlier,” she says, making it sound like I was the aggressor.
“Come on, young woman, you are the one who had your slick beauty over me when I woke up,” I complain and London laughs.
It sounds healthy to my ears and I admire her as she pauses to stare at me. When I roll my eyes, she burst out laughing harder.
“Wait until I give you something to moan about, then, I will see how you will laugh again,” I utter tickling her.
London squeals, fighting to laugh harder, and when I pull back my fingers, what I expect to see in her eyes is there.
Love. A woman ready to be pleasured.
I take off her clothes and discard them to the other side of the room, mine follow next as we melt together as one.
“I can’t have enough of you,” I mutter, dragging my cock between her thighs.
“Me too,” she replies.
Instantly, I move down to her stomach, trailing kisses down the path, and finally, kiss her dark little curls.
“I don’t know how I could stay without sex for so long, but I need to make up for that time lost,” I murmur.
“Oh, please,” London encourages me.
The next thing I do shocks her.
“How long will it take to make you squirt if I give you an orgasm and make you hold it for long enough, the time for another orgasm to build itself?” I ask as he plays with her sensitive clit.
London is already fusing beneath me and I know she wants this.
“I don’t know, but we could put a record time to that mouth of yours,” London quips.
Removing the cuffs from my bedside drawer, I start cuffing London’s wrist to the bedboard.
“Me in handcuffs? I bet you wouldn’t need my distraction tonight,” London teases.
“With that sweet mouth of yours, baby, you will be begging me to make you cum,” I finish speaking and set up my time.
“My time starts now,” I say.
With my lips and tongue, I cause a havoc on London’s soaked pussy. She buckles her hips from the bed, hoping for me to shift but it is impossible. Her legs are partly spread.
I feel her orgasm taking shape and I warn her sweetly.
“Hold it, baby, you don’t cum until I tell you to,” I state.
Her legs are quivering as I slide two fingers into her tight pot, crossing it at the edge and scissorsing her with it.
“I want to cum, Daddy,” she cries out as she is in her form.
“Hold on a little, I promise it would be wait a while,” I tell her biting her clit.
I blow unto it a few times and I feel something snap in London.
With my tongue pressed against her pussy, I flick her puckered hole, causing the magic trick.
“Cum for Daddy,” I order fiercely.
London cums on my tongue, my beard, my face and as she squirts with such ferocity, she goes limp on the bed.
This is not the first time I have a passed out London on my bed from excess pleasuring, but this one is the main.
She is panting so badly that when she opens her eyes, she looks lost for a few seconds.
I grab my phone and point the timer at her.
“Three minutes and forty seconds to make my wife squirt to the underworld,” I tease her bringing my lips to hers.
“Taste yourself on me. You taste like magic. Pure elation,” I emphasize.
As she kisses me back, she fights to smile. It comes out plainly.
“What did you do to me?” she asks staring wide eyes at me.
“Another of my secrets I can’t share with you?” I murmur kissing her softly.
When she looks at where our bodies connect, I see the question in her eyes. I answer it for her.
“If you are up for hard sex, we could do that, but…” I trail when London’s lips catch mine.
Where I expect it to be hard and brutal, London just kisses me gently, rocking her hips upward, giving me everything I need at the moment.
“Gentle, huh?” I ask you to confirm.
“Yes, Daddy. Now, make love to me, please,” she begs.
“With pleasure. You will never have to ask more than once to have your request accomplished,” I let out as we started making love.
Each time our bodies meet, I roll my waist, giving London a deeper penetration of my cock.
She parts her lips to her soft cries, letting them fall like praise to me.
“Please, Daddy, more,” she begs.
“Eyes on me, London, keep your pretty eyes on me while I make love to you,” I order.
Those evergreen eyes flash on mine and I bury my dick deeper in her.
“Mine. You are mine, sweetheart. Don’t ever think I can let you go,” I murmur against her lips.
“Yours,” London says.
When I cum this time, I drag London into a final orgasm. We both remain flattened on the bed, my weight on hers for a long while.
The house is calm and the only sound is that of our heavy breathing against the other.
“You are my home,” I tell her kissing her forehead.
“That is why you always make me feel safe,” London says beneath me.
I place tender kisses on her forehead, she purrs like a cat before relaxing beneath me.
I move to the side, enjoying the warmth of our aftermath.
“If only the world could hold on a minute for me to admire my beautiful wife as she sleeps,” I blurt out to myself.
As if the world has a mind of its own, a reign of bullets falls into the house like rain.
“Fuckkk!” I cry out as I roll out of bed with London in my arms, seeking safety on the floor.
“What is it?” London asks as she hits the ground hard.
She starts crying.
“Shhh! Shh! The house is under attack,” I tell her as she makes constant painful sounds.
“What will we do?” she demands, fear evident in her sleepy voice.
“Find cover and leave the house as soon as we can,” I inform her.
“I am scared,” she starts complaining.
“Not now, baby, please. This isn’t the time to be afraid. Daddy will protect you from the bad guys. But you will have to listen to instructions,” I mutter.
London’s eyes brighten as she starts shaking her head. A new round of guns starts firing and I cover her on the ground.
“Damn it! I need to get us out of here,” I screech out angrily.
Whoever is responsible for this will die. I might just know who that dickhead is.