Josie lifts her arms above her head to allow me to pull it off. Then I quickly grab my own top and whip it off. As we make our way down to the room, articles of clothing litter the hallway like breadcrumbs leading to the bedroom.
Josie takes control and leads me back toward the bed. When my knees hit the mattress she pulls back and pushes on my shoulders. “On your back.” She breathes.
The control in her tone sends shivers through my body and straight to my core, and I’d be an idiot not to listen to her.
Sitting on the bed, I use my arms to push myself back until I’m in the center of the mattress and I fall onto my back. I’m completely naked spread across the bed and I watch as her eyes devour every inch of my body. She starts at my face, I watch as her attention traces down my neck, over my breast and down my stomach. My core clenches as she begins to move lower, and I choose that moment to spread my legs open and show her everything.
Biting her lip between her teeth her eyes ignite with lust as she sees just how wet I am.
“You look so damn good like this, Sweets.” She mumbles, as she climbs onto the bed and crawls over until she’s in between my thighs.
Her hand reaches forward and she traces the seam of my pussy, collecting my wetness on her finger before she brings it up to her mouth and sucks. A satisfied groan comes from her as she licks her finger clean.
“You live up to your nickname. So sweet I can’t help but want more.” Without hesitation she leans forward and begins to devour me like she’s a woman starved.
“Oh fuuck.” I moan louder than I normally would, but we have no one to be quiet for and a smile pulls on my face. “Your mouth feels so good on me Jojo.” I pant and roll my hips as she continues to feast.
She keeps up pace, and after a minute I feel her finger trace my entrance before she plunges it in. She works in quick motions, and adds another finger and then a third. I feel so full and I don’t think I’ve ever been this close to coming this fast.
“Josie… slow down. I’m gonna –” The words don’t finish as Josie works harder. Her lips latch on my clit and she sucks at the same time that her fingers graze over the soft tissue in me. I scream as the pleasure crashes over me and my vision blurs as the intensity of my orgasm takes lead.
Josie continues to pump into me as my body comes down. I weakly try to push her arms away, it’s with little effort but she complies. Turning her head she kisses my thigh before she climbs up my body and presses her lips to mine.
Lazily we kiss, as I taste the tanginess of my release on her lips.
When she pulls away a smile spreads across her face that I match.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before.” I tell her breathlessly, which just causes her smile to widen even more.
“Oh yeah?” she asks with amusement.
“Shut up,” I laugh as I jokingly push her away, but she just leans forward and kisses me again.
“Good. I like knowing I’m the one who can get you off that quickly.”
Chapter Thirty Four
Monty
Eight Months Postpartum
“Igotsomething!Igotsomething!” Shiloh shouts as the tip of his rod bends toward the water.
“Reel it in!” I tell him as I look around for the net. “Where’s the net? You’re doing good buddy, keep reeling!”
“Got it!” Xavier shouts, and I redirect myself to behind Shiloh and give him some extra support. I talk him through it, letting him take control of bringing in his fish. He continues to reel and I keep one hand on his rod to make sure it doesn’t fly out of his grip.
It takes him a couple minutes, but finally a fish comes to the surface and splashes the water before trying to dive down again. An excited cheer comes from Shiloh as he continues to reel in.
“This is hard!” He shouts, hearing the exhaustion in his voice I encourage him to keep going.
“I know buddy, this is the hardest part, but you’re almost there. Uncle Xavier is ready with the net for the next time it comes to the surface.” Just then the fish jumps from the water, and Shiloh yells in excitement.
The next moments are like a blur, Xavier gets the fish into the net and we bring the walleye into the boat. I fumble for my phone and snap my boy's first interaction seeing his catch. He shows no fear when it comes to holding his prize and smiling for another photo.
Shiloh’s on cloud nine for the rest of the time we’re out on the lake. He catches another smaller fish, which he tellsme he wants to put back in the water so it can get bigger. Xavier and I catch a couple of walleye ourselves, and I even catch a little perch. We decided to bring them all back to the cabin and I try to show Shiloh how to clean a fish but he quickly loses interest.
We put half of our catch away in the freezer to bring home and the other half we cook up and have a fish fry. Xavier and Shiloh are out on a hike as I stand in front of the stove, battered fish are crackling over the oil in my handy cast iron skillet. The aroma of cooking fish unlocks a core memory of myself as a kid.
