Chapter 20

Twenty

C illian

Nothing made mornings better than a whole lot of attention from the wife and a king's breakfast to follow up. "Baby, you outdo yourself every time. Make it hard to keep leftovers," I praised, kissing her cheek from behind.

Tuesday's, I learned was a light day for me, so I reckon I could be home by five. Maybe even have dinner with Queenie at a decent hour for once. "Today won't be so late for me. So maybe we could get started on…you know? That thing we talked about last night?"

"Maybe. But just call me if anything changes," she dismissed, as I pulled her close to my chest, eyeing her with a lustful calm.

"Whatcha mean maybe?" As if I hadn't had enough of her for one morning, I leaned in for a kiss. "We still on for tonight, right?" She replied in one of her cute little nods.

"You gonna be ready for me?" I bit my lip.

"Well, we have to eat dinner first," as she adorably rubbed her nose to mine.

"Okay, so what about after dinner?"

"We'll see." Now she was playing all coy with me.

"Ain't no ‘ we'll see' . By the time I get home, I'll be fucking starving. In more ways than one." I smiled, even harder once I saw her smile.

"You gonna wear that thing I like?" I whispered, before meeting back to her gaze.

"The white one or the purple one?"

"The purple one." The thought of it alone made my mouth water. Pulling me down by the collar, she leaned in for a proper goodbye kiss.

"If you need anything while I'm gone, I left my brother's numbers on the table. órfhlaith's never too far too if something's more urgent." She tried to pull away, but being in a fresh mood, I pulled her back.

"You gonna miss me?"

"Boy, you need to go before someone ends up dragging you out," she joked, pushing me away before I wished her a good day.

***

Memories of my childhood blended with the imagery of the boxing gym Bellamy owned in South Boston. I was about thirteen before I could take a good punch, which Pa gave me hell for, since before then, fighting didn't come naturally to me.

Bellamy was the opposite though. It was like he was meant to be up there—should have been—had it not been for Pa. Sometimes I wasn't sure if I were jealous of Bellamy, or had just wanted to be him. But none of us had outrun serving the family.

"Something wrong at the theater?" Bellamy greeted.

"This might be better in your office. I don't plan to take long. I just had to ask you something." Bellamy's face became unreadable, but even so, he pushed open the door to his office, silently inviting me to sit.

"I won't be long, so maybe it's better if I don't sit."

"What was better in my office?" Bellamy eyed me curiously.

"I just didn't know who to ask. If anyone would know, I figured it'd be you." He shot me a confused expression, the kind where he wished I would get to the point.

"Get that look off your face. You act like I'm asking you to bury a body."

"When either of you come to me, sometimes I wish it was as simple as burying a body. At least with that, I know what I'm doing." Which still rang true. Bellamy preferred fighting to taking care of certain things. But he didn't mind the clean up as much.

"You know what? I will sit down. But only if you promise not to laugh at me."

"What are we five?"

"I'm serious."

"If I didn't think you had the answer, I wouldn't burden you. But I need to know tonight. And you're used to stuff…that's riskier ." I resisted the urge to say anything further, as I didn't want to shame him for his addiction to hookers. Wasn't no way he was paying for it and not getting the full experience.

"What's this about Cillian?"

"My wife. We've been talking and she wants me to do things to her that I've never done before. I don't want it to be bad for her, so I could use some brotherly guidance."

"What exactly does she want you to do?"

I tried not to show it, but it was hard not to brag that my wife was open to things neither of us had done. "She wants me to put in her arse. I didn't even suggest it—she was the one who brought it up. But I've heard more than once that it always hurts the woman. How can I do it where she fancies it or isn't just enduring it for me?"

Bellamy fell into his chair loss for words. "I'm a little impressed. Maybe even a little jealous. That could have been me," he joked.

"Choose those next words carefully. That's my fucking wife you're talking about."

"Well, I can't give you advice that I I've already given you. What I said still stands. Patience is the main thing. Anything you rush, a woman's gonna hate. Some women like it. Some woman can't handle it. Some women go in thinking this is the furthest thing from God and can't think to scream anything else when you're giving it to them. But it don't wet up like a cunny does, so you'll need lube. Vaseline if you don't have that. And definitely use a rubber. Especially if you want to fuck proper afterwards."

"So that's all it takes?"

"Fuck no! But some things I can't help you with. You may have to help her breathe in the moment. Kiss her more than you normally would. Tell her that she's beautiful. Lick it so she gets used to you touching her there. In my more successful experiences with it, sticking a finger in there before you do it helps. Show them that with patience, it won't hurt. And don't just be ramming it in her. Inch in. Little by little at a time. Make her feel like you're making love to her. You got all that?"

"Tell her she's beautiful. Kiss her. Wear a condom. Don't go too fast, did I miss anything?"

Bellamy flashed me the kind of condescending smile an older sibling gave when they barely saw you as an adult. "You look happy."

"Fuck off."

"You know you got a keeper, right?"

"I know." When it came to my wife, my brothers were just fishing for a compliment.

"In a bit, I've got to head down to the Four Leaf. Make sure my night manager's still making my money for me. But good luck, Cill. Glad you got her instead of me."

***

Stopping at the chemist to stock up on lube and condoms because…well if she liked it, we were going to need them. But because my woman liked flowers, I figured it couldn't hurt to pick up her favorite type of bouquet. Seemed like every place I went had kids running around.

Ever since Queenie had told me to put a baby in her, its weighed heavy on my mind. It didn't help that I'm clawing at her three times a day. But something about watching her grow carrying my child made me feel like we weren't fucking enough.

Pa claimed nothing made Mum more salacious than when she was carrying one of us. But even more, I wanted to be a better father than I had been taught. Sure, Pa had taught me how to be a man, but what he hadn't taught me was how to love your kids. There was too much love between Queenie and me where whatever she popped out wouldn't get better than we had.

Traffic had been light enough to commit to the time I had promised, as I replaced the old peonies with the new ones, deciding to shower before I ran into Queenie. The smell of dinner dressed the air, as I made my way to the kitchen, surprising Queenie when I pulled up her dress, disappointed not to find what I'd been looking for.

" Oi . Where's me purple?" Surprising me when she slapped my hand away.

"I was going to freshen up after dinner."

" Mmm …you are my dinner." I pulled her in, mounting her lips like a savage beast.

"Baby, let's eat first, okay?" Her attempt at being polite right now meant it wasn't the time.

"I just wanted to kiss you, you sexy woman." Smacking her on the bum, it got that little laugh I loved out of her. When it came to cooking, she knew what she was doing, so to save her some energy, I set the table and pulled her seat out. She'd outdone herself, serving a country ham, fried okra, mac and cheese, with her American version of biscuits. If we ever got a fulltime maid, we'd have to discuss what we were going to do about her cooking, because I was positive I couldn't live without it.

Talks at the dinner table consisted mainly of what we both did for the day, as the mention of her treating herself to a pedicure made me instantly want to see. We talked business, or at least the parts she was comfortable with, as before long, we were cleaning up and I was drying her washed dishes.

It was a nice dinner. Amazing food, good conversation, good wine. I was just happy to hear her voice all the things she did today that she thought would bore me. She could never bore me.

After the last dried dish hit the rack, deciding that I could no longer contain myself, I lifted her frame over my shoulder, as it was the quickest way to get to the bedroom.

"Cillian, I haven't even changed yet." I threw our bodies on the bed, pulling her on top of me so she couldn't go very far.

"At this point, I don't even care if you're wearing something fancy. I just want you in nothing at all."

"I just…need a minute. I wanted to look nice." She stared at me through those big innocent eyes. Reminding myself what Bellamy had told me, making her feel beautiful was the first step. I needed to work on my patience.

"You always look nice to me, but tonight's about you as much as me. So, take as long as you need. But don't keep me waiting long, you sexy woman." She practically had to peel me off of her to let go. She disappeared in the bathroom and I'd nearly stripped off all my clothes before I thought against it. She'd probably think I just wanted to go at it if I wasn't wearing much, so I opted to stay in my trousers and let us go from there.

I reached over to make sure the condoms and lube were in reachable distance, stretching out over the mattress awaiting her presence. My heart sunk into my chest at the sight of the purple garter, stockings and bra hugging each curve of that beautifully shaped body. How could I have ever not desired a woman like this until now?

At first, she didn't move past the threshold, as it took me reaching out to her to get her to follow me on the bed. "Shit, you're fucking beautiful. Come here." Leaning in for a proper kiss, slow and gentle, like we were recreating our first real one, I lead her to the bed with me.

"I can see that you're nervous. So, we don't have to. I'm okay with doing it the regular way if you've changed your mind."

"I'm still open to it."

"Okay. Just tell me if I'm ever going too fast for you, or if it's a discomfort you can't handle. I wanna make things nice for you."

"You're so sweet." She cupped my face, before reaching in to kiss me. Pulling me in with her thigh, I was surprised at how bold she was getting when she guiding my hand to her pussy. She was already wet but it was my favorite place to touch, and could stand to get wetter.

"Mmm," I moaned into her mouth, working my fingers through her juices and sliding across her clit. "I love you," said in a lazy, lustful haze.

"Mmm…" As she started to clench at my fingers soaking themselves inside her.

"You love me?" Wanting to see how far she'd gone, as she was already coming undone on my fingers. She gave a quiet little "mmmhmm." I'd waited long enough before I snaked down her heaving body.

Normally I didn't just jump into eating her pussy so soon into messing around, but she was nervous and an orgasm between lovers never made anything worse. "You're so pretty," I said, kissing each of her inner thighs, as I slipped off her knickers.

"Pretty eyes." Kiss. "Pretty skin." Kiss. "Pretty everything." My last words before my face dove into her silken folds. Without hesitation, her hands met each side of my face, as she peered down at me tasting her.

"Mmm…" she mewled, wriggling and writhing at my dancing tongue. My mouth knew her body. It was instinctive how to make her come at this point, as I wasn't taking my time with this one.

"Mmm…baby, I'm about to come," her breathing losing its control, her hips moving to the rhythm of my bobbing face.

"Come baby," a demand muffled by pussy in my face. "Come like my little whore on my tongue." I pushed her legs back to her chest so she couldn't fight it, not that she was trying hard, her hands made sure I wasn't going anywhere either.

Sloshing and sucking, licking and learning, it wasn't long before broken moans and whimpers filled the room. " Mmm ." Wiping the moisture from my beard. "That was fast. Figured you'd give me a few more minutes with you before you came."

"You shouldn't be so good at it," she teased. "Did you want to just start?"

"I'm always ready. But I know you need more time. How about I just touch it for now. If you don't like being touched there, we don't have to keep going." I offered, a compromise that appeared to relax her.

Sitting up, I lathered a generous amount of lubricant on my fingertips, gently turning her on her side to massage her pucker. "That okay with you?" Searching her eyes for discomfort.

"Mmmhmm." She nodded.

"You sure?" In time, she let me slip a finger in. Leaning over her torso, I pulled her breast out of her brasserie, sucking her nipple until it pebbled in my mouth. When her opening clenched, I asked if I was moving too fast but my little darling assured me she was just trying to relax more.

"You know from the first time I met you. I couldn't help but think of all the despicable things I wanted to do to you." Leaning in from behind to kiss her. "But you're so much better than my fantasies because you're fucking real and you're good for me. So, I want to be good for you."

Withdrawing my fingers, I guided her to sit on her hands and knees, so I could get a better angle.

Outside of her face, there wasn't a more beautiful sight. Deciding I hadn't had enough pussy to eat for one night, I leaned in and teased her folds with my mouth, only this time, ran my tongue across her pucker.

Combining a sinister combination of eating her pussy and teasing her backside, only resulted in whimpers and muffled sounds of both our pleasures. Kissing the cheeks of her bottom, she seemed confused that I was nudging her to sit on her back.

I needed to see her face. With something like this, her tensing body wasn't enough. "Tell me you love me, baby." I slipped out of the rest of my clothes, as Queenie's trust-filled eyes bore deep into mine.

"I love you."

Squaring my hips above hers, I prepared my cock with the condom and lube, as I widened her thighs apart further and did the same to her pucker.

It was strangely quiet. Nothing to distract us but our breathing maybe the occasional smack of my mouth leaving her breast. So when I finally pushed inside her she gasped, digging her fingernails into my forearm.

"You're okay." I leaned in, kissing her cheek. "I'm not going to hurt you," as her tight little arse gave the head of my cock a little hell, but taking my time with it, she tried to relax.

"Please don't drift from me. Stay in the moment with me," I begged, coaxing her to open her eyes. So long as I was patient, she accepted each stroke, looking deep into my eyes.

She reached for my hands to hold for comfort her. I'll be honest, it was starting to feel better than I thought it would. It could never replace pussy for me, but it was certainly one of those acts of submission that felt made for me.

It was going well, but in time, I may have pushed her too hard, as just as I was enjoying it, she pushed against my chest, begging for a break.

"Did I go too fast for you, baby?"

"Maybe."

In an instant, I withdrew, slipping off the condom and tending to her needs. "What can I do for you, Queenie? Do you need me to kiss you? Cuddle you? How can I make this better?"

"I'm sorry I couldn't handle it."

"Don't be sorry," I kissed her on the cheek. "We said we'd try it. We tried it."

"I think I was just nervous." I cuddled in, peppering her shoulders in kisses.

"It's okay to be nervous. But my goal was never to hurt you, so I need to be better at taking my time."

She rolled on her side, placing her arms around me. "You were perfect. Sweeter than I thought you'd be. So, I'm open to trying again. Just…maybe not tonight?"

"Of course." I planted a kiss to her forehead, breathing her in. We sat in silence for a bit as she basked in my warmth and I just held her. She was so quiet, I thought she'd fallen asleep.

"Cillian?"

"Hmm?"

"Did you take that condom off?"

"Mmmhmm."

"I'm open to doing it how we normally end the night." Her hand reaching in for my swollenness.

"You sure?" I asked, kissing her forehead again, inching back on top of her, as she guided me inside of her. A light whimper came when I plunged all the way in, but she leaned in to kiss me, assuring me she was okay.

"Cillian, I love you." Her breath heavy, as I gained a rhythm again.

"I love you, too." My heartrate climbing at getting lost in her again. The plan had always been to end the night in bliss, which was exactly what we did.