Chapter 2

　　OUR PAST KNOCKS 　　I am actually feeling exhausted because of the late night and the over thinking I did in the morning all in vain, but I feel like making up to him for having such a nasty thought run in my head, even if it was just for a fraction of a second that I felt he could be cheating on me. 　　I stand up in front of him and gently push him on the bed. I then get on top of him and pull his boxers down. His eyes shut in anticipation of what’s coming next. By the time I reach down to his groin, he starts getting a boner, and his dick hits my face. I sensually look at him to find him looking back at me with excitement in his eyes. 　　In order to still take the lead, despite me being on top, he lifts his palm from the bed and clenches my hair in his fist to push me down quicker so that I start deep-throating him as soon as I can because he is obviously getting restless in the suspense of what should happen as I have been a bad girl today and making up to him is expected which I will do by giving him the best blowjob he has ever gotten. 　　His dick touches my lips, but before I take it in, I look at him in command, and while I maintain eye contact, I open my mouth and let his dick feel my tongue stroking it till it cannot go any further. He shuts his eyes and looks back by lifting his chin up. I want to suck him better, and I start stroking his dick as I take him all in again and again till almost to a point he can feel my tonsils. 　　I am taking him so deep that my eyes start to water, but my hand and mouth don’t stop. My saliva drips down to his balls that I then rub and massage. He slightly moans when I swirl my tongue on the head while taking it as deep as I can. I am really enjoying the pleasure of feeling him be so vulnerable in front of me. His hand feels a little free now as he is not able to pull my hair that hard in pleasure. The act of licking, sucking and stroking happening at once makes him submit to the act completely, leaving me in charge of making him cum. 　　And that is when another action of gliding my teeth gently on his penis comes into play. I hear him moaning softly, which makes me cognizant of how much pleasure he is feeling right now on a warm Sunday afternoon. When I feel his penis tightening up, I understand he is about to ejaculate, and I become prepared to swallow it. So, I increase my pace to have him reach the best orgasm because today’s session is only about him, even though sucking him is making me wet and want to be penetrated, but I let that show in my pace of the beejay I’m giving him. 　　My hand strokes his penis quicker, and I suck him harder with the increased intensity of the movement, and there he cums in my mouth with a moan. I instantly swallow it to let it go down my throat. It makes me feel very aroused, but I stay down with his dick in my mouth for the last drop to drip in my mouth. The expression of relief on his face makes me know I did him right. 　　He lifts me up and gives me a peck on my cheek, making me lie down right next to him. His palpitations are still very hard, and I can hear his heart beating through his chest. He fondles my breast and then gets up to go out for a smoke. I smile at him, and I get up to freshen up before I enter the kitchen because Mabel would be awake any minute now. 　　I am in the kitchen with Mabel in her pram as it is safe and easy for me to keep her under my eyes like that. She dislikes being carried in a baby carrier on my front and my back as well, and she expresses that by not stopping to weep. No parent wants to see their child being forced into doing something they dislike, I am doing my thing with having her around, and I occasionally talk to her and make sounds for her to understand that she is being acknowledged in the room. 　　While making our favorite meal, white sauce pasta, I can’t stop thinking about the crazy session today and how much George would have enjoyed it. I feel his hands wrapping around my waist and he places his chin on my shoulder after kissing me that makes me smile, he says, “That was the best oral of my life, and you were on fire.” I feel confident in achieving what I wanted to achieve, and I turn around to hug him. 　　He kisses me on my head, and I then look up at him, and we share a smooch. The day is going good, but it would have been perfect today if only Gordon had been home. Gordon is George and his former girlfriend Chloe’s love child who I love like my own son because his eyes are like that of his dad. Gordon loves spending time in this house because we welcome him warmly and spend quality time with him. 　　His mother is too busy to make him food that he likes, and when he comes over, his demands are never-ending, and I make sure to make him whatever he wants. If not always, then I make his favorite most of the time at least, which George respects about me because I don’t differentiate between Gordon and Mabel. 　　We were having lunch when the doorbell rings, and before I could get up, George signals me to remain seated as he opens the door. I am confused on who could it be as we got no call on our mobile phones intimating us on whether anybody plans to visit us. 　　George opens the door, and my face glows up on seeing Gordon running to me screaming “Mommy!"