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“That sounds delightful. Come along, Cynda.” Enthel takes the child’s hand, and the three of them follow Bede up the stairs.
Rupert and I stare at each other for several long seconds.
And then a grin illuminates his face, bright as sunshine on fields of golden hay.
As the full realization of what just happened breaks over me, I smile too. “Rupert,” I gasp.
“I know,” he says, laughing. “I know.” He looks down at our baby and says enthusiastically, “Fuck yes!”
I burst into ecstatic giggles. “You’re going to have to watch your language around her.”
“She’s asleep.” He winks. “Didn’t hear a thing.”
“I suppose… I suppose we should put her to bed?” It feels strange to suggest our normal routine, when minutes ago I was convinced my baby’s cradle would be empty tonight.
“That’s exactly what we should do,” Rupert says.
We lay our firstborn in her cozy cradle—the one we bought for her, in the room we prepared even though we knew she would have to leave us. I suppose both of us hoped there would be a way out of this deal—another loophole.
But this time, we didn’t find the loophole… it was given to us.
With our daughter sleeping soundly, Rupert and I close the door and stand facing each other in our adjoining room. His heightened sense of hearing is more useful than ever with a baby in the house—he’ll know if she starts to cry.
The shocked stupid of my mind is still wearing off, and the joy is growing stronger, wilder. I could never express in words the sheer relief of being free of the bargain—it’s like a mountain has been shoved off my shoulders, and I’m finally standing upright and free again.
I hold Rupert’s gaze—brilliant blue and shining with the same hectic joy I feel.
I’m not sure who moves first. But somehow we decided on the same method of celebrating this moment—the only thing that can purge this much fear, joy, and relief from our bodies and leave us more connected than ever.
We collide, bodies pressing urgently together, tongues tangling, hands twisting into fabric.
We’ve learned to take advantage of every bit of peace and privacy we can get, so we’ve become experts at shedding clothes. We’re naked in seconds, and Rupert spreads me on the bed to worship my body with his mouth—every new curve, every stretch mark, and the breasts that have become far more generously proportioned since my pregnancy. I’m breastfeeding, so things tend to get messier now, what with my tits leaking whenever I’m aroused, but Rupert doesn’t care… he just tosses me a towel and continues eating me out with as much zest as the first time he tasted me.
He has discovered that if he uses his vibrating tongue right away, it’s over too quickly, so he always makes me wait for it. Tonight, my mind is still adjusting to the abrupt reversal from tragedy and loss to relief and joy, so my body is equally confused. I want to come, but my brain just won’t let me.
Rupert’s face is deep in my pussy—he truly loves the flavor of me, and the scent of my arousal has a stronger effect on him than it would on a normal man. And I love the way his tongue feels… but I’m growing impatient.
“Rupert,” I hiss. “Do it now.”
He plants a soft kiss on my clit, and I shudder with need. “Patience, Juliette.”
“No. No patience. Pleasure, now. I fucking deserve it, Rupert, after tonight.”
“Fair enough. Spread those thighs a little wider for me, sweetheart.”
I open for him as wide as I can, and he pulls back my folds, baring my sensitive clit.
I’m rigid with expectation, barely breathing, feeling the cool air of the room stirring over my exposed pussy.
The very tip of his tongue touches my clit—a spark to the flame, and my body roars to life, explodes into climax. He knows the exact spot to apply that delicate vibration—the exact frequency I need.
“Oh,” I gasp. “Oh, fuck… Rupert, fuck—”
He knows I’m not done. The second orgasm takes a different technique—he massages my pussy and clit with his fingers for a moment before applying his buzzing tongue again, at a different angle.
“Shit!” I buck against his mouth, and he laughs, gripping my hips to steady me as I come again.
“That’s two.” He licks along my inner thigh, laps through my slit, then plunges his tongue inside, increasing the force of the vibration.
