Sinsation (Book Two)

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I welcome the cabin dream. This time I'm outside. Snow flurries fall from all around. The baby...who I'm sure is a girl, is bundled in my arms. The puffy coat, ear muffins and mittens has her resembling a teddy bear. The feel of my baby girl in my arms is surreal. Same as the feel of the light blizzard blowing around us. The fluttering snow in the wind. The whiteness landing as flakes on her rosy cheeks. The little clone of me has my signature blonde hair...and brows. The eyes are his. Green.     

Finally, I have the answer! I piece together the mixture of my and Jace's features rolled into hers. My baby's hand curls around my fingers. The sound of cooing from her mouth is sweeter than any musical instrument in existence. A godly gift from above.      

Bright sunlight wakes me. My fingers grip the sheets. Same as they've done my first time at the beach house. The same kind of satin bed coverings. I open my eyes and stretch my arms out to grope his body. Jace's presence isn't in the bed. Oh no! I wanted to snuggle and geek out about last night. It was absolutely amazing! Better than I imagined!    

I sulk. But it's not for long. Flashbacks of our honeymoon distract my sadness. How our spirits connected. How our bodies linked. How our eyes spoke every passionate thought. I bite my fingernails and smile so hard that my eyes crease. I have to call my crew. I add Trish to the group call. As it rings, I twirl my fingers through my hair. My eyes are far away. I fantasize about the sex again. The erotic formations we twisted our limbs into. The orgasms. Our flesh wrapping inside our pleasure vessels.    

"SPILLL!!!" Lil demands.

"Yeah and don't leave out anything." Jess backs her boo.

"Any mess ups?" Mom asks.

"How long was it? His size and the duration of the fuck." Trish has no filter.

"Why didn't y'all tell me how unbelievable it is??!" My curious bunch cackle like hens. "I'm serious...I was caught off guard!"

"I bet you were." Mom laughs.

"I can't even put it into words."

"Were there any mishaps?" She asks again.

"I got scared...and kinda freaked out." 

"Why?"

"Obviously from overthinking, Lucy." Trish bickers with her sister.

"Yeah...my nerves got the best of me."

"Was it short or long? Meaning the timeframe and his dick. I'm asking for a friend." Her Southern accent adds even more hilarity to the dirty request. 

"Long...and large. Think of an oversized sex toy. Unfortunately...I only lasted 20 minutes."

"You'll improve." My aunt encourages.

"Give us one more adjective." Lil still wants tea.

"Did you orgasm?" Jess digs.

I answer in order. "Competitive. I didn't just lay there like a starfish. We challenged each other."

"That's right, niece."

"And yes, I did the big O. Five times." I'm not shy to admit this. I usually would be, but I'm bragging.

"You'll get a baby girl soon."

Okay...this is the second time Trisha referenced my dream without me speaking of it. "I accept that challenge."

"Of course you do, freaky thang." Jess and Lil say in unison.

"You know it." I snigger and get out of bed. "I gotta go. Talk to you girlies later." I terminate the call. I realize a trickling down my thighs. I don't panic when I see blood. Before going to bathe, I change the sheets, stuffing them into a laundry basket in the bathroom.  

JACE

The rocky walls of the office has jagged ridges, which sun rays cut between. I sit at a desk completely made of black leather. The receiver of a phone hangs from my ear. "The official EXPO date won't be affected by the honeymoon. I'll return from leave just in time. There's no scheduling conflict, I assure you." I confirm with the stadium manager.   

"The security and stage crew must be updated."

"There's a conference call in place for tonight. All is fine."

The manager, the woman similar to a cold, boarding schoolteacher, grumbles. "We shall see. You're cutting it close." Her voice is intimidating, I may be put in my place if I snap on her. 

"Thank you for your understanding, goodbye." Ending the touchy call is the best outcome to remain professional. The length of my honeymoon will remain 3 weeks. A much needed vacation. Business has been draining my soul nonstop since college. I need a nice break. 

My wife must have heard me on the phone. She doesn't knock, she barges in. Her ownership of the house is a turn on. So is the white sheet draped over her shoulders. "Morning." Madi cheeses big. Her afterglow is magnificent. There's nothing more beautiful than a sexually relaxed woman. They radiate the cure of life.   

"Morning, darling."

She skips to me, hopping into my lap. "I have a question." Her sky-colored eyes analyze mine. "How insane was the sex for you? Because...for me, it was inexplicable."

I trace my fingertips through her golden pink hair. "The best night of my life...and more than just sex. Every particle magnifies when love is involved."

She nods. "Exactly...gravitational pull." Madi peers to the side. "Were you disappointed I didn't last longer?"

"No...I didn't expect you to. Not yet. You have a long way until you catch up with me, slowpoke."

Madi musses my hair. "Just you wait."

I yank her mouth into mine. "We need to get going to Paris."

"So, you can screw me on the Eiffel Tower?"

"How did you know?" I gasp sarcastically. 

"Great minds think alike." She leaves my lap. "Give me twenty, I need to wash laundry...and scrub the blood from the mattress."

My thirsty eyes check out her tiny ass swishing behind the blanket. I try to act cool...but I want to see the damage I've inflicted on a once virgin. I've never broken a cherry before. I leave the desk to enjoy the view of the bloodbath on the mattress. She's on her knees on the bed. The mattress is huge enough that the soapy water doesn't wet up her legs.  

My bunny knows I'm watching from the doorway. "I should sue you for bodily harm." 

"I wouldn't complain." She scrapes off the redness from the middle of the bed with a bubbly sponge. What I'm about to say will piss her off. "There's a dry-cleaning drone." 

She stops cleaning and drops her head in frustration. "Now you tell me??"

"I love a woman who gets their hands dirty."

"Of course you do, ass fetish king." My wife continues cleaning the red stain.

"How bad are the sheets?"

"You're such a guy." She snorts. 

"We're forever animalistic..." I get on the bed, kneeling behind her. "Especially for a whiff of blood." I grip her ass cheeks and ram her rear against my cock. The sight of the watered-down blood lathering in her palms summons the caveman in me. I grab hold of her hands and pull her naked body close. I unbuckle my trousers and slam my dick into her crack. Her booty claps fast on my penis. I watch it jam in and out.  

I go fast. Giving her a taste of what fucking is. The speed is too rapid for her to moan. All she can do is huff and puff. Her oxygen levels are cut off. Disabling the airways to her brain. I know exactly how her insides feel...milliseconds of orgasms smothered by flashing motion. Madi chokes on air and clench her fingers through my hair.  

The clapping of my foreskin and her ass cheeks is aggressively savage. The headboard bangs the wall. The entire bedframe bounces. I need her to bleed again. I could care less about ruining the mattress.