Chapter ninety-one: I Want To Make Love To You

Chapter ninety-one: I Want To Make Love To Love

Jessica

"Gosh, have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" Jeffrey whispered, pressing an open mouth kiss to each of my lips.

"You might have mentioned it a few times." I replied, letting my hands tangle in his hair and he moaned as I tugged light on the strands.

He moved himself forward and placed a kiss on my neck and I wrapped my legs around his lower torso, pulling him closer as he began to grind against me.

"I want this time to be different." He whispered after placing a kiss on my cheek.

I turned my head slightly to look at him and he pressed his lips in a firm line.

"Different, how?"

"I don't want to fúck you." I was slightly taken aback, frowning before he spoke again.

"I want to make love to you." I softly smiled and pulled his face closer so I could kiss him.

I kissed him differently, it wasn't just about moving in sync, it was about the passion and love we put into the kiss. I paid attention to how plump his lips were as they closed around my bottom lips, sucking just lightly when he pulled away, only to press his lips against mine again and again.

He took more time before he slipped his tongue between my lips, and we went slow. It wasn't rushed or hurried, it was sloppy and there was no roughness. We were purely enjoying each other's company.

I sat up slightly so he could reach under me and unhooked my bra, taking it off and simply tossing it to the floor. He smiled down at me before he slipped out of his briefs, releasing his díck so we were both in our most vulnerable state.

He lowered himself over me, one of his arms propping himself up while the other trailed down my bare body, tracing imaginary designs in my skin. My hands placed on the back of his neck, we pressed our lips together again. His hand moved slowly down my torso before cupping my pússy and I softly moaned into his mouth. He inserted one finger inside my core and my eyelids fluttered, letting the pleasure take over me.

The only sounds filling the room were our soft moans and his breathing as he carefully pumped his finger in and out of me. He went slow and steady, staying in rhythm while his lips remained on my skin, just below my ear.

"I love you so much, baby girl." He whispered as he removed his finger. I smiled and pecked his lips before responding.

"I love you more."

He then positioned his cóck at my entrance, carefully pushing himself in and I moaned at the familiar pleasure in my lower abdomen. He grunted and closed his eyes as he went in, his muscles tensing and his jaw clenching.

He slowly began working his hips, my hands on his shoulder for support. I could tell he really wanted this time to be different and for us to truly make love to one another. It was slow and sensual, nothing was rushed and it didn't feel like the moment was being dragged on.

His thrusts soon became more harsh but still slow, they didn't quicken too much. He kept his rhythm, just slightly increasing the pace but his hip movements were more abrupt and when he leaned his forehead against mine. I placed my hands on the back of his neck, holding him close.

"Oh, my goodness. I love you so much." I whispered.

"I love you more, my Sunshine." He grunted as he thrusted.

I could feel the euphoria taking over, I ran my fingers down his back, knowing fully well I would leave marks behind his back in the morning. He grabbed the headboard as he thrusted a little faster, holding himself up for support.

"F…fúck!" He whispered, letting go of the headboard so he could lean down and bury his face in my neck as his hip movements were quickening in pace and my mouth dropped open.

"J…Jeffrey, I am going to cum." I whined.

"Cum for me, baby girl. Cum for daddy."

I let myself go and my body had goosebumps, his thrusting had slowed as well and he released inside me. He let out a deep breath, kissing my neck once more before pulling his díck out of me. He laid himself beside me, reaching over to brush my hair away from my sweaty face.

I rolled over to face, looking into his beautiful eyes before trailing down to his inked chest. I reached out, tracing my fingers over the swallow on his collarbone and whispering softly.

"Two Resting Eagles." He smiled, taking my hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing my knuckles.

"Two Resting Eagles."


*****Eight months later*****

I loved living in Paris with Jeffrey, the children were getting older and more talkative now. Jeffrey's company is thriving and I felt like I was living my best life. We will be traveling to England in a few days to check out the new apartment we would be staying in while Jeffrey expands his company there.

We debated on whether or not to bring the children but since we would only be there for a couple of days, we decided to let them stay with their grandparents, Bianca and James while we were gone.

"Mother?" Delanie called out to me as we were waiting for Jeffrey to come home.

"Dylan stole my crayons again." I picked her up and adjusted her butterfly dress.

"Now, why did he do that?" She shrugged, grabbing a strand of her hair in her tiny hands and tugging gently.

"I don't know and I want to color."

"Well, let's go talk to him."

We walked Into the living room where Dylan had coloring books scattered all over the place, many crayons out of the box and he was currently going to town on a ripped out coloring page of an elephant.

"Dylan!" She whined.

"Look at the mess you made."

Of course, she is definitely Jeffrey's daughter. I set her down and Dylan smiled up at me, picking up his elephant drawing and presenting it to me.

"Look, mother." He beamed.

"I name him Carl."

"It is beautiful." I knelt down to pick up the crayons on the floor.

"Dylan, did you take your sister's crayons without asking?" He smiled dropped and he shrugged, avoiding eye contact with me.

"I don't know."

"Dylan, you know you need to ask before using something that belongs to someone else." He nodded slightly and I looked over at a pouty Delanie.

"What do you say to your sister, Dylan?"

He pressed his lips and looked at me with his adorable eyes before turning to his sister.

"Sorry, Delanie." He bent down and grabbed a pink crayon and held it out to her.

"Do you want to color with me?"

She fought back the smile trying to form on her lips and nodded, taking the crayon from him and they both found photos to color together. I smiled at how lovely they were to each other even after a small argument. Jeffrey and I were big on teaching manners and respect as early as possible and they seemed to be catching on very well.

A few minutes later, the front door opened and Jeffrey's voice echoed through the first floor.

"I am home!"

The children instantly dropped their crayons and shouted in joy.

"Father!"

They ran towards the front door and I could tell they nearly tackled him by the sound he made. I walked into the front hall and saw my handsome husband carrying both children in either arms.

"How was your day? Did you guys do anything fun?"

"We went to the park today, father." Dylan responded.

"We fed the duckies."

"You did?" Jeffrey said, dramatizing his astonishment.

"Were they nice duckies?"

"They had children." Delanie added.

"But mother wouldn't let us have one though." He chuckled and l rolled my eyes.

She would never let it go that I wouldn't let her snag a duckling from the park.

"Maybe one day, we can get ourselves a duck." Jeffrey suggested, and my eyes widened as he set them down.

"Really?" They asked and he shrugged.

"Yes, why not."

Both of them cheered and then ran off to continue their drawing, conversing with each other possibly about the duck names. I gave Jeffrey a look and then whispered.

"Why would you tell them that?" He chuckled.

"Well, hello to you too."

"We can't get a duck." I said to him.

"Why?"

"Jeffrey, it is a duck, not a dog or a cat."

"We could be a fun family." He said, flashing a teasing grin and wrapping his arms around my waist.

"We could be that cool family who has a duck for a pet."

"How many cool families do you know who own ducks as pets?" I asked with raised eyebrows, he thought for a moment.

"I don't think I know anyone. We can be first then."

"You stress me out sometimes, you know that?"

"But you still love me." He grinned, kissing and nibbling my cheeks and soon we heard a collective sound.

"Wow!" The children cheered.

"Father, stop!" Delanie said as he covered her eyes with her little hands.

"That is icky!"

"I am just loving your mother." He defended, pulling me close and kissing the top of my head.

"Can you love you without using your mouth?" Dylan groaned, Jeffrey coughed and I laughed. I could feel my cheeks reddening as I looked up at him.

"Um.. yes. I can do that." He grinned and they stuck their tongues out in disgust as they went back to their drawing.

"So," he whispered.

"What?"

"How should I love you without using my mouth tonight?" My face flushed.