Page 16 of The Summer Save
He reached into the nightstand, removed all three vibrators and the lube, and set them within reach on the bed. “Pick the one you want, then start by slowly teasing yourself.”
I held the lavender one out to him while I continued stroking him with my other hand. “Lube, please.”
Jonas always enjoyed watching while I pleasured myself, so I wasn’t surprised when he shifted slightly so he had a better view. “I’ve never been jealous of an inanimate object before, but watching the lavender cylinder slide in and out of you is driving me wild.”
I shifted slightly on the pillows, then reached my hand out for him. “I’m ready. How do you want to do this?”
“Turn onto your side slightly so when I’m kneeling next to you, I can slide into your mouth. I’m going to support myself on the headboard with one arm, leaving my other hand free to play with your tits. You’ll still be able to reach the vibrator, and I can watch everything.”
Once I was situated, I opened my mouth and took him in. My tongue circled the tip. Then he pushed further into me, a quarter- to half-inch at a time. I couldn’t remember the last time we’d done anything like this—a toy working my clit while sliding in and out of my vagina, while Jonas teased my nipples and filled my mouth with his dick. It was overstimulating in the best possible way.
His hips rocked back and forth while he carefully fucked my mouth. “This is so incredibly hot, Annie. I love the way your mouth feels around my cock.”
I’d learned years ago if I breathed steadily through my nose, I could take him in further. Each thrust gave him a little more. “Damn, sweetheart. What did I do to deserve you? You take me so well.”
At that, I sucked a little harder. Praise was definitely my thing. The more he told me how good I was doing and how my body was made for him, the closer I got to my climax. “Oh, you liked that, didn’t you? You enjoy being my good girl, and like it when I remind you that you’re mine.” He softly stroked my cheek before whispering, “Only mine, don’t you?”
I nodded my response before sucking. He was close. He intertwined his fingers with my free hand and raised it to his lips before placing it against his heart. “I’m going to do something I’ve never done before. I’m going to come down your throat after I remove the vibrator, then I’m feasting on your beautiful pussy before I let you come all over my face. It’s been far too long since I’ve tasted you, and you’re not giving a toy your first orgasm tonight.”
Right then, he took the vibrator from me, a second before I came. Then, I swallowed everything he had to give. His thumb swiped across my lips, cleaning me before gently kissing my lips, chin, and neck.
My hand cradled his cheek. “Holy shit, Jonas. That was incredible.”
He chuckled against my chest as he slid down my body. “Oh, sweetheart. We are just getting started.”
I was on edge, needing release. “What else are you going to do to me after you finally let me come?”
He licked up my center. “Everything. Remember those rare times when our schedules aligned, and we’d get a night or two in a hotel room on the road and never leave the bed?”
“I’m pretty sure the only thing I’ve seen in Cleveland is four different hotel rooms and the airport.”
“Those trips are nothing compared to what I have planned. I hope you and Meredith enjoyed your visit today because you’re going to be too exhausted to walk or talk for at least the next three days.”
Exhausted from too much sex sounded exactly like how I wanted to spend the next few days. Then he made good on his promise and devoured me until I came all over his beard. And because he’d vowed to never break a promise to me again, he kept his word and not only kept me exhausted for three days; he kept me in bed the entire time, too. I was certain he was trying to give me enough orgasms to make up for the past year.
My favorite part of those days in bed wasn’t the sex or trying new things. It was the quiet moments when he held me in his arms and told me everything he loved about our life together. I’d filled a journal with memories of us over the years. As we looked through that while we ate in bed, he added a story about his favorite thing from that same time in our lives. When we finally left our room, I felt closer to him than I had in ages. Maybe in all our thirty-five years.
Jonas was right. We didn’t need an entire summer to save our marriage. We just needed to commit to making each other a priority again and get on the same page about our future. While my exhausted husband napped, I opened my summer memories scrapbook and filled in the final pages.
I started this journal 35 years ago after Jonas and I went on our first date. I’ve documented each summer. It feels fitting that our last year with Seaside being our ‘summer home’ fills the final pages. After spending time reliving our favorite Seaside memories and planning our future, this is now ‘home.’ It will forever be the place where we are the strongest, and I can’t wait to see what the next 35 years bring us. But those memories will have to fill our new journal—the one we started the summer we saved our marriage.
The melody of the windchimes, the cool morning breeze, and the salty ocean air had become my holy trinity each morning while I worked on our porch. I’ve always been up with the sun and Annie sleeps until almost ten. This gives me three to four hours to dedicate to work. Last week, I wrote out the timeline for PJ’s training and ran it past Curtis. He made a few changes by adding time with the training staff and a rotation through the back office departments. He was right in thinking PJ needed a broader understanding of those things. Sure, he skated before he could walk, and I had him in a hockey league as soon as he was old enough. But his on-ice career ended before playing for the Caribou. If he was going to run a professional team, he needed to know about every department.
We invited PJ to join our KSG owner meeting for the first time this morning. Historically, this meeting took place in my father’s office at the family home and then we moved to the kitchen table where my mother insisted on feeding us. My brothers and I were certain Dad kept the meeting at the house instead of in the corporate building because it gave Mom time with us every month. With each of us running a different team and having chaotic season schedules, sometimes our monthly ownership meeting is the only time the three of us sons are in the same room with both of our parents.
My mom was a bit disappointed that I wouldn’t be at this month’s meeting in person, but she understood. And because I’ve always secretly been her favorite, she overnighted homemade cinnamon rolls to the house so I could have the same breakfast as everyone else. As my screen connected to PJ’s laptop, I saw everyone at the kitchen table, including my best friend, who was now taking over my previous role with the Caribou. “Well, this is a surprise. No one told me the Brick Wall was joining us.”
Curtis checked over both shoulders for my mom before flipping me the bird. “Your dad asked me to join everyone today so we could go over our plans for transferring the reins to me and outline PJ’s training. And I’m more than willing to eat your share of these cinnamon rolls. I guess that’s the price you’ll pay for life in Oregon.”
“Mom sent a care package. It arrived yesterday. She sent Annie’s favorite tea that we can’t find here, cinnamon rolls, and sourdough starter. Virtual owners’ meetings will bring a few adjustments, but thanks to overnight delivery, I will not miss out on Mom’s baked goods.”
When Annie stepped onto the porch, I reached my arm out for her. “Sorry, I didn’t realize your meeting started. I wanted to bring your breakfast out.” She set the plate with an omelet and cinnamon roll next to my laptop. “Good morning, everyone. I’ll leave you to your meeting.”
PJ was the first to greet her. “Hey, Mama. Your hair looks pretty.”
Annie kept mentioning Meredith’s colorful hair. I noticed her eyeing a few of the employees at Churn Baby Churn and their pastel highlights. I knew she’d never go for a bold color the way Mer had, but I encouraged her to try it. It’s just hair. You can always cut it or change it back. Last week, she made an appointment at the salon and came home with two shades of light purple in her hair. She called it dip-dyed. I didn’t know what that meant, but I knew she looked beautiful.
“It’s fun, right? I helped Meredith dye hers into about seven different colors. That’s a bit extreme for me, but lavender tips are fun. I figured if I hated it, I’d trim them. But I like it so much, I think I’m covering my gray with lavender or maybe teal. Are you still coming to the festival before heading to camp?”