Terry - Reunion

                It was nearly dusk when he finally reached the house. Calm settled over him as soon as he stepped from the car into the salty ocean air. He was home, with his family, away from their demanding schedules and the prying eyes of the world.

“Ker” he called, stepping through the door into the kitchen. When she didn’t answer he placed his small suitcase on the floor and his keys on the counter, smiling at the baby bottles that sat neatly lined up next to the sink. He walked to the sliding glass door and there they were, mother and daughter, two of the greatest loves of his life.

                She turned when she heard the door open, “Daddy’s home” she cooed to the sleeping newborn tucked into the crook of her arm.

“Hi beautiful” he whispered, placing a sweet kiss on the top of Isabelle’s head. He leaned towards Kerry to place a similar kiss on her lips but she quickly deepened the contact, pressing her tongue deep into his mouth. He groaned, it had been nearly twenty four hours since he’d kissed her, an eternity in their world.

“Do you want me to put Isa down?” he whispered, reaching for his daughter, “Then I’ll pour us a glass of wine?”

                He carried his youngest daughter to her bedroom, turning on the night light and opening the window just a bit to allow the sound of the ocean to soothe her. He stood for a moment, overcome with love for the little girl who was the perfect mixture of himself and the love of his life. When he met Kerry he had dreamed of marrying her and having children but seeing the result of their love sleeping soundly in her bassinet made his heart swell. She was perfect, just like her mother. Blue eyes, dark curls, perfect caramel skin, and for now their most precious secret.

                Placing one more kiss on her forehead, he softly closed the door and walked to the kitchen. He opened the bottle of wine and placed some cheese and crackers onto a plate. He retrieved two glasses and a bottle of water then carried everything to the deck.

                He saw her vaguely shiver and pull her sweater closer around her shoulders.

“Let me warm you up” his voice took on a different tone when he spoke to her. She shifted to give him room to sit then settled back against his chest as he poured a glass of wine for each of them.

“How was your trip?” she asked snuggling further into him.

“Okay, but I missed my girls” he kissed her hair then closed his eyes taking a large inhale. He had even missed the smell of her.

“We missed you too” Kerry replied in the soft tone she only used for Isabelle and him, “I slept in the nursery last night because I couldn’t bear to be in our bed without you.”

“I didn’t sleep well either” he offered her a glass of wine which she gladly accepted, taking a large swallow.

“Isa missed you too” she whispered, “You’re the only one who can get her back to sleep in the middle of the night. She loves when you sing to her.”

                Tony smiled at the thought of the past few months with Isabelle and Kerry. Despite not being a first time father he was nervous when he first held Isabelle. It was in the delivery room right after she had been dried, weighed, and measured. She looked so small despite weighing seven pounds two ounces. Immediately he saw Kerry in Isabelle’s tiny features, perfection in the nose and chin she shared with her mother. They took what seemed like a thousand pictures. He watched Kerry feed Isa for the first time and fell in love with her all over again. He knew she would be a wonderful mother but watching her hold the baby who was half him and half her, he realized just how amazing she was. He snuck pictures with his phone when she wasn’t looking. One, Kerry talking to Isa about how much she loved the little girl and what a great family she had, was already his favorite.

                Since Isabelle came home they had settled into a routine of sorts. Tony handled diaper changes and extra fussy times while Kerry was in charge of feedings and mommy daughter snuggle times. Tony treasured the times he spent in the quiet of the night, Isa resting on his bare chest, singing and walking her around the house as she gurgled and squeaked in his arms. He would tell her about what an amazing mother she had and the love that had brought her into the world earlier than they would have planned.

                Then there was Kerry, his wife of nearly a year, growing more gorgeous in his eyes every day. She was strong, powerful, no nonsense, but with Isa she was tentative and exposed. She didn’t need to be the perfect Kerry Washington everyone saw on the red carpet or the television screen. She wore his t-shirts and pulled her hair into a haphazard ponytail, her toenail polish was chipped and there was sometimes drool on her shoulder, she was the perfect hands on Mom. After rocking Isa back to sleep in the darkness of night he would climb back into bed next to Kerry and pull her close. She would giggle when, without fail, his erection would press against her back and the six weeks before they were cleared to have sex were difficult, made slightly better by their ability to improvise and work their way around the rule of no intercourse. Just thinking of the first night they were allowed to make love caused a growing bulge in his khakis.

                “Tony” Kerry blushed, brushing her small hand over his zipper, “it’s only been one night.”

                “What can I say? All I have to do is touch you and it happens” his lopsided grin caused her to reach up and kiss him, his hand instinctively touching her now flat belly then sliding to her breast.

                “It’s beautiful out here” she flirted against his lips, turning to face him, “Do you think anyone can see us?”

“No” he swallowed hard, the throbbing in his boxers increasing.

“And no one can hear us” she reached for the button on his pants, unhooking it and sliding her hand inside.

                Tony’s growl disappeared into her neck as he nipped at her flesh, lifting her shirt over her head and pushing her leggings down to her knees. As usual she was dripping wet with need and his thick fingers glided through her folds. He lifted his head away from her neck long enough to lift his sweater over his head and kick off his pants. She took the opportunity to admire his perfect physique, his messy curls, the angle of his jaw, his tight abs, muscular legs, until her gaze met her favorite part of him, if only because she was the only one who got to see and experience it. She reached to touch his length earning her another growl. Then he was kneeling next to her, pushing her back against the love seat, his hands running up the outside of her legs from her calves to her thighs. She was almost too beautiful for words.

                Kerry smiled up at him shyly, the expression that always made him laugh because she was anything but bashful. He paused, simply looking down at her, “What do you want Kerry?” his voice was gruff.

“You” she cooed, “All of you.”

“What do you want first?” he was teasing her, “This?” he ran a finger through her wetness causing her hips to buck against him, “or this?” he bent to run his tongue along her slit pausing to gently suck her clit.

“Tony” she pleaded, her skin suddenly ablaze, “Please…”

                He kept his head between her thighs, lifting her ass to get a better angle. She had never known anyone who could use their tongue the way Tony did, he licked her lightly from bottom to top, always lavishing a few extra seconds on her throbbing clit. He buried his slightly scruffy face in her dripping wetness, enjoying every drop of her. Then when she thought she couldn’t handle another second of his mouth, he slipped his first finger into her up to the knuckle.

“Fuck” she moaned at the intense sensations. Her sounds just spurred him on, adding a second finger and pushing both deeper into her wetness. As his mouth worshipped her clit his fingers continued their assault. Just when he felt the first flutters of her walls around his fingers he hummed, “Mmm….so good”

                She saw stars, her body writhing and pulsing beneath his hands and mouth, “Oh God…..Tony…..fuck me”

                He lifted his face to hers, her juices on his chin glistening in the moonlight, “I missed that”

“You haven’t done that since Isa was born” she quietly replied, tasting herself as she licked his lips, “That was wonderful”

“I’m not done yet” she could feel his erection pressing on her inner thigh and she ached to feel him inside her, stretching her, hitting that perfect spot like only he could. They locked eyes, her bracing her hands on his flexed biceps, him running the red, purple head of his cock through the wetness dripping from her.

                Kerry gasped as he slid into her, the stirring in her belly quickly returning. He leaned to kiss her, careful not to put his whole weight on her. His hands ran underneath her back and into the back of her hair, gripping the curls at the nape of her neck. Her throat now exposed, he ran his tongue along her collarbone and into the hollow of her neck, then suckled her earlobe.

“So tight” he breathed into her ear, raising goose bumps across her flesh, “Do you like that?”

“Yes” it came out as a whimper, her hands gripping his ass, pulling him harder against her.

                The feeling of her wrapped around him caused his head to spin slightly and he pushed deeper and deeper into her, curls damp with effort.

“Tell me Kerry” his breath was hot on her neck, “Tell me you like it…”

                A shiver ran down her spine, “Tony….” she could barely form words, “I like it….love it when you fuck me….” Every word felt punctuated by his thrusts.

                He sat back against the seat, pulling her onto his lap and joining them again. These days he loved her on top of him, how deep he felt, the access to her entire body, her engorged breasts moving in front of him. Her skin was hot against his and the mingled moisture of their joining seeped down his thighs.

“You’re so wet” he grinned up at his wife bobbing and grinding above him. He gripped her back and shoulders hard, wanting to control their pace while touching every inch of skin exposed. His fingers felt as though they were bruising her flesh and that coupled with the sweet agony of him filling her made her swoon.

“Don’t stop…please…..I’m so close…..Tony….I….” as she said his name his thumb found her clit and she unraveled before him, writhing and buckling atop him. Her head fell to his shoulder as he continued to thrust into her.

“Oh Baby….I’m gonna…..” came a hiss through gritted teeth.

“I want your seed inside me Tony” she whispered sweetly in his ear and that was his undoing. A grunt of her name and he spilled deep inside her, his head falling back in exhaustion.

                They sat in the cool ocean air, the moonlight sparkling on the water, their breathing returning to normal, their bodies huddled together. They peppered kisses over every surface of one another’s body, fingers tracing exhausted muscles and damp flesh. Her shoulder tasted salty and his lips still tasted vaguely of her essence. She nibbled the edge of his earlobe then trailed a path with her tongue to his mouth, where she pressed her tongue against the seam of his lips.

                She tasted like sex, pure, primal, salty, and sweet. She would always be his greatest weakness though he prayed their days as secret spouses were numbered. He watched daily as their lives were debated online and, worse, the life of his youngest daughter. He loved her and had poured over baby name books with Kerry late into the night to choose the perfect name. Her eyes were identical to his and she had a stubborn curl that constantly adorned her forehead. Yet the world thought that someone else was her father and that killed a little piece of him each day the lie was perpetuated.

“What are you thinking?” she asked between kisses to his warm lips.

“About Isa….” His voice trailed off. They had rehashed his concerns hundreds of times and the outcome was always the same, Kerry with hurt feelings, Tony feeling foolish, and Isa still connected to that man.

“Tony…” he heard the hurt in her voice but this time he vowed it would be different.

“No, we’re not going to discuss it tonight” he stated with finality, “We are not going to ruin how perfect this is with doubt and worry. I love you and I love Isa. That’s all that matters in this world. I just look forward to the day I get to brag about my wife and baby girl all over twitter.”

                She smiled at him, pressing her lips demandingly to his, “We have a sit down with Oprah in two days” he could barely make out her words between kisses.

“What?” he pulled back to look into her face.

“I can’t do this anymore. I won’t. So we’re going to fix it” it was her turn to be self-assured, “We’re going to live our lives to hell with what anyone says.”

“Language Mrs. Goldwyn” his voice was a seductive baritone.

“I love you” she kissed him again.

“Show me….” He tempted as a sly smile spread across her lips.

“With pleasure” then he was on his back and watching his cock disappear between her hot, supple, lips. He had never really been fond of oral sex, a fact that made no sense to his friends when he mentioned it. He made up excuses about wanting to please the woman he was with and liking to give more than receive but the truth was, he had never met a woman like Kerry. The way her tongue swirled around him and her fingertips toyed with his sack, nails scraping lightly. How deep she could take his impressive length and that little hum she did when she wanted him to come in her mouth. She controlled his body, he was defenseless as her mouth waged its relentless assault. Words escaped him and the entire world blurred as he spiraled faster and faster, higher and higher towards his climax. Then came the hum and the words she always used, “I want your cum in my mouth Baby” and he was gone, coating her throat with his juices.

                He pulled her lips to meet his, forcing his tongue into her mouth, “I can taste myself…”

“That was….”

“Hot….”

“Hot….”

“I love you” he breathed against her lips

“I love you” she replied grinding herself against him and running her tongue along the seam of his lips.