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  My mouth leaves hers and kisses her face, neck, collarbone, and shoulder. Her body begins squirming beneath mine, in excitement. I sit up on my knees and help her pull her shirt over her head, her bra quickly following it on the floor. She reaches for the hem of my shirt. I reach over my head fisting it and we bring it over my head together. She runs her hands over my chest, my head bowing back, my eyes closing of their own accord. Fuck, she has the softest touch, her smooth, flawless skin running over mine. My breathing is so rampant now, my heart beating so rapidly I think she can see it beating.

  Her hands slide off my body as I slide down and take her yoga pants waistband in my hands. My eyes travel up to hers to ask for approval. She nods, the lust gleaming in her half closed eye. I look back down and begin pulling her pants and panties down until I have removed them completely and thrown them on the floor behind me. Fuck, she’s as bare as the day she was born. I can’t help but lick my lips as I go down on her. Her hips buck wildly as my tongue circles her swollen clit. “AHHHH!” is the response I get from her as my tongue takes a dive into her hot and wet pussy. I lay there, lapping up all the juices from her orgasm, while her hands find my long hair and begins tugging. That just spurs me on more, making my cock so fucking hard and huge it’s painful.

  As my tongue returns to her swollen bud, one of my fingers pushes deep inside her. “FUCK!” She screams. I move it in and out, so slick with her wetness, her hips finding the same rhythm. It’s not long until my beauty comes undone again and yelling my name. “TUCKERRRRRRR!” Fucking sweetest sound I have ever heard in my entire life.

  I clean her up with my mouth and tongue, all her fucking delicious juice’s literally pouring out as I lap them all up eagerly. She tastes so sweet, like I would imagine heaven. I kiss her one last time on her sweet folds, and then kiss the inside of each thigh, which are shaking. I kiss her stomach and each breast until I have reached her luscious mouth. Her shaky arms reach around my neck and hold me close. Finally, I remove myself from her gorgeous body and jog into the bathroom. I wet a washcloth, that I found in the built in linen closet, with warm water and take it to my beauty to finish the cleaning I started.

  “Oh, mmmmm,” she moans. I return the washcloth to the bathroom, walk around and blow out all the candles and get back into bed, pulling my beauty to me. She snuggles her head into my chest. Her arm lays on my stomach while her hand rubs my skin, and one of her legs pushes between mine. My arm finds its place around her, my hand reaching down to cup her perfect butt cheek.

  “What about you, my sexy rocker? Let me take care of you,” she murmurs sleepily.

  I rub her butt and smile against her head as mine rests against it. “Nope. Tonight is all about you, my beauty. We have plenty of time.” I kiss her head again and see her eye closing. “Was that your first orgasm?” She nods and falls fast asleep. Kissing her head again I whisper, “Good. I want to be your first for everything. Sleep now, my beauty and dream of us.”

  * * *

  Stretching and yawning, I fight to wake up. My hand reaches behind me to find emptiness. Sigh. Opening my eyes I stare at the stained ceiling and smile. My first orgasm, by his talented finger and then my second, by his oh so talented mouth. Shit! I can’t describe the feeling I had. My body was tingling from my head to my toes. My heart raced so fast I thought I might have a heart attack, spots formed in my eyes to where I could barely see the look on his face as he watched me come undone. Best. Thing. Ever! Oh, my God! He cleaned me up with his tongue, shit! My walls were torn down so much yesterday and even more last night. Sigh. I’m so in love. I never ever thought this day would come. I want to make love with him, shower him with affection. I want to take his cock in my mouth and make him come. Fuck! I’ve never done that before, but I want to so badly!

  I shake my head from my lustful thoughts, climb out of bed and run into the bathroom to get ready for my day. I have so much to do! I want to get started fixing up the house before the furniture gets here tomorrow. Gotta run into town and get some paint, fast!

  Walking downstairs my nose is filled with the delicious aroma of bacon and sausage. Oh, my sexy rocker God can cook. I stand in the kitchen doorway and listen to him humming a tune that I’ve never heard before while he’s setting food on the card table. As he sets down a plate of bacon, he stops, turns his head and looks at me. My heart begins beating fast as I see the love in his eyes. He quickly walks to me and takes me in his arms, kissing me only how he can kiss me, passionately.

  “Mmmmm, you taste divine, my beauty,” he says while kissing all over my face. He bends down and looks me in the eye. “How’s your eye? At least it’s opened up more now, quite the shiner still. I’m so sorry.” He tenderly rubs under it and yeah, it hurts, but I won’t stop him. I love his tender touches.

  I smooth my hand over the side of his face. “It’s much better. Everything is better. Now. Please quit saying you’re sorry.” I kiss his mouth and take his hand. “Let’s eat all this awesome food you made, my sexy rocker, or we will never get anything done today.” I giggle and pull him to the table. We sit, and I start digging in. I’m starving! “What were you humming? I’ve never heard that before, is it new?” I ask between bites.

  He swallows a mouth full, sips his orange juice and smiles. “Actually, yes. Just something I’ve been working on.”

  We talk about our plans for the day and eat our scrumptious breakfast. Damn, my man can cook! Once we cleaned up the kitchen, which took a little while considering all the kissing and fondling we did, we went to the hardware store and got paint for our bedroom, the kitchen, dining room, living room, family room and even for the outside of the house. A lovely shade of light gray with dark gray for the house trimmings, including the porch railings. It’s gonna look so beautiful when done. He told me, on the drive, that Shane and Jesse are coming over next weekend to work on the fountain in the circle drive and get it up and running, so I’m gonna paint it this week with the light gray paint. I’m also going to be taking pictures of every step of our refurbishing and make an album of before and after.

  Tuck is playing at Barton’s Bar next Friday and Saturday night, so I will go as their new fan girl, ha! Can’t wait to see my man singing again, it’s been way too long. I just hope I can keep my jealousy in check.

  I spend most of the rest of the day painting our bedroom a beautiful brown and rose, alternating the colors by wall. It matches the bedding for our new king size bed I bought earlier. I stopped long enough to fix my homemade lasagna and put it in the oven.

  Tuck has been working on getting the stuff set up for the washer and dryer that’s coming tomorrow as well as removing all the old boards from the back deck. Shane is taking him to get new wood in his truck tomorrow after work and will help him work on it. I think my man is on a mission to get all the boards and railings off by tonight. My hard working, sexy ass man.

  Chapter Eight

  Sweat is pouring off of me by the time I get the last old board off the deck. I reach for my shirt that I had removed hours ago and wipe my brow with it. I walk around to the front door and see my beauty all splattered with paint as I walk into the kitchen. Damn, she’s a fine work of art. I grab her from behind as she removes dinner from the oven, placing it on the stovetop and kiss her on her neck. “Ah, my beauty is all covered with paint.” Kiss. “I think we need to get you all cleaned up.” Kiss. She giggles and squirms in my arms. My arm goes under her legs, and I pick her up, squealing and carry her upstairs to our bathroom. Tightening my grip on her, I reach into the shower and turn the knobs until the water is just right. I set her on the counter, moving in between her legs. My mouth can’t get enough of her sweetness as I pull her shirt up, breaking our kiss long enough to pull it over her head. I work on her bra clasp as we continue, our mouths making love, then she lifts her hips as I slide her shorts and panties off.

  Our mouths break again as I help her pull down my jeans. Yeah, no underwear for me. I lift her again and carry her into the shower kicking the door cl
osed with my foot. I press her against the cool tiles and begin my fondling of her magnificent breasts. “Ugh!” She moans into my mouth. Fuck! I’m gonna lose it fast. I take her over to the shower seat and continue ravishing her beautiful body. She surprises me by removing her mouth from mine, the loss felt greatly, and she slides down until she’s kneeling in between my legs. She wouldn’t. Would she? God, I can only hope!

  The back of my head hits the shower wall as her full lips cover my harder than rock shaft. FUCK! Her tongue licks up my shaft like a fucking lollipop until she sucks on the head. Damn, I’m gonna blow too fast. I want to make this last. Where the hell did she learn to do this? My hand instinctively goes to the top of her soft hair, and I run my fingers through it. Her tiny hand starts squeezing my balls while the other hand massages my cock and her sucking increases. “Damn, beauty! I’m gonna come, better let go,” I yell, hearing it echo in the shower. Her sucking becomes stronger, and I start spurting into her mouth. I’ll be damned. She swallows every bit as I lose control. I moan so loud that if we had neighbors, they would have called the police.

  I pull her up to me, by her arms, place her on my lap and kiss the shit outta her. I rest my forehead against hers and try to calm my breathing down. “Fuck, beauty! That was spectacular, seriously.” I kiss her nose. “Thank you.”

  Her hand plays with my wet hair. “You’re very welcome, my sexy rocker. My first time.” She smiles, and I am fucking shocked.

  “Wow! I am honored. Truly honored. I think that should be our new routine every day.” I chuckle and get a snorting laugh from it. Eh, didn’t hurt to try. She removes herself from my lap and starts lathering up her body with soap. I lick my lips as she runs the soap over one breast and then the other, paying special attention to a nipple. Damn, my cock’s hard again.

  “Come on, rock star. We need to get cleaned up now, the food is probably cold and I’ll need to warm it up again,” she snickers.

  We clean each other and almost make love right there. I had to stop myself, shit my cock is hard for her again, painfully hard. Fuck! We finally dry each other off, she throws on a robe, and I put on my pajama pants, and we eat her reheated lasagna and cheesy bread. Damn, my beauty can cook! We are exhausted by the time we crawl into bed, and as I spoon her, kissing her head, she falls asleep fast. My hand finds her bottom, and I drift off.

  Work is so long and hard the next day with all things of my beauty in my head. I managed to work on about ten customers today and drew up tomorrow’s tattoo designs. I’m beat but Shane and I are going over to get the wood for the deck and will be working until dark tonight installing it. Beauty texted me earlier and told me all the furniture arrived, and that she’s been working hard today getting things in place. I’ll have to get the washer and dryer set up for use when I get home.

  “Hey, you all want some iced tea?” My beauty yells out the back door. I smile and nod. Shane and I have been working for a couple of hours. My shirt is already tossed somewhere in the grass, but we have the railing completely done and half the deck now so I think it’s time for a small break. We climb up the leaning board onto the finished side and grab the tall iced tea’s beauty set down on the finished railing. Damn, that tastes good. I rub the glass across my forehead in hopes of cooling off a bit. Fucking hot for only being spring.

  “I think we can finish tonight, if you’re up for it, mate,” Shane says between chugging his drink. I nod as I swallow mine down.

  “I’m good. You sure you can stay away from Allie long enough?” I smirk. He laughs and proceeds to tell me how Allie’s stomach has calmed down now that’s she’s getting closer to the second trimester, whatever the hell that is.

  It takes another couple of hours, but the deck is done. I can’t thank Shane enough for all his help. I owe him so much. I tell him to leave, and I will clean up, which takes me another hour. By the time I walk inside, right through our back door, all the lights are off. Hmmm, where is my beauty? I head upstairs, and my breath leaves me when I enter our bedroom. Everything is in its rightful place, pictures on the walls, bedding on our new king size bed, nightstands, and in the corner is the leather chair with matching ottoman. She did a beautiful job decorating and painting. It’s homey. It’s home.

  “In here, my sexy rocker man,” she says from the bathroom. I walk into our bathroom to see my beauty covered in bubbles in the bathtub. “Thought you might need some lovin’ after all the hard work today.” She winks, and I can’t get my jeans off fast enough. When I try to climb in behind her, she pushes me gently to the front. “Uh, uh, my sexy rocker. You sit in front and lay back. It’s my turn to take care of you.” Fuck, not gonna argue. I sit down between her legs and laid back but to the side so all my weight isn’t on her. She starts pouring bubbly water over my chest and arms, and my head goes back onto her shoulder. Fuck, I’m in heaven. What in the hell did I ever do to deserve this? “My poor sexy rocker, so tired, worked so hard. The deck is gorgeous. You and Shane did a great job,” she whispers in my ear.

  I take her soapy hand, slide my fingers through hers and look up at her. “Hey, you worked hard too. Our room is a thing of beauty, just like you.” I lean up and kiss her full mouth. I hold our hands up and rub some of the soapy water on her other hand, trying to help get some of the dried paint off. “And you had to work with all the furniture, appliances and everything else we ordered showing up today. Dang, I didn’t even get a chance to look at it all.”

  She kisses the side of my wet face. “I’m working on each room until every one of them is done. Tomorrow is the family room. OH!” She tries to jump up but my weight holds her down. “What do you think about converting the old unattached garage into a sound studio where you all can rehearse and record your music?”

  That made me sit up fast. I turn to her and kiss her mouth again. “Fuck, you are the smartest woman on the planet! That’s a great idea!” I lean down and kiss her with everything I have. We didn’t get much more relaxing done after that. Finally, I got up, scooped her ass up into my arms, grabbed a towel and carried her to bed. Fuck, we could get lost in this big bed. Good thing my cock is zoned into wherever her pussy is. We were sweaty again by the time I gave her the third orgasm she’s ever had, but I was too tired to get clean again. After I took care of cleaning my beauty’s sweet pussy, I climbed into bed, turned off the lamp and brought her close to me. She was already asleep. I kissed her head, told her I loved her and went to sleep.

  * * *

  I shoot up in bed and get hit in the face with a piece of paper. What the hell? I look up to see the paper is dangling by a string from the freshly painted ceiling. Rubbing my eyes so I can see clearer I pull it down and giggle and then my heart swoons.

  My Beauty. I didn’t want to wake you this morning before I left for work. You looked like an Angel as you slept. My life is filled with joy and so much happiness as long as you’re in it. I knew from the first time we met that you were my Soul-Mate. Now, we are Soul-Mates Forever.

  Your sexy rocker ♥

  I grip the paper to my chest and sigh. Damn, he knows how to get to me. Jumping out of bed, I run to my cedar chest and take out a frame and mat. I normally have several that I buy so I can have them handy, in case I need them and this most definitely is one of those times. I place the note in a frame, find the hammer and nails I bought on the small desk and nail it on the wall over our bed. I step back, admire my work and sigh again. I hope to fill this wall with everything us.

  I spent the morning drinking my latte, um, yes, totally bought a latte machine when we were shopping the other day, I’m not stupid. I set a picture of us on a matted paper to hang with my new prized possession, my sexy rocker’s note, putting little decorative things around it. I’ve always loved doing crafts, so I have tons of decorative things I can use with it. Once done, I leave it on the kitchen table to dry, yes, no card table anymore, and hit the family room to get the walls painted. I chose an earthy green with a darker green border. There’s a room off to the side that’s per
fect for Tuck’s desk where I think I will frame pictures of us for him to look at when he’s writing songs. Now, I just need to get some more pictures, hmmmm. Need to get to work on that.

  Tuck told me last night in the tub, well when we came up for air from kissing, that he has to go to New York in a week to meet with the coordinator of the charity event his band will be playing for. He’ll be gone for about four days, so I’m gathering all my friends and resources to fix up the unattached garage as a sound studio to surprise him. He said he loved the idea, so I already made some calls this morning and my plan is in motion. I need to do something for him. He’s so sweet and good to me.

  Tuck gets home around six o’clock, kisses me, quite heavily, and then meets Shane out front to start on the wrap around porch. He’s such a work-a-holic but I love him for it. He says the sooner we get everything done the sooner we can enjoy our house and our life together. Swoon!

  I’m sitting at the kitchen table, iced tea in hand, thinking of our time together last night when my phone rings. I check the caller I.D. and swipe the answer button quickly. “MARCUS!” I scream.

  “My Beauty Queen! How the fuck are you? I just heard what happened! ‘Bout time you got away from those hags. Good for you. Now, where in the fuck are you? Give me all the deets, girl.” Fuck, he’s got a set of lungs on him.

  “Markie, slow down, will ya? I’ll tell ya everything but shit catch a breath will ya?” I giggle.

  We spend an hour on the phone, and I shared all my most recent events. He tells me he will come out next week while Tuck is in New York and help out however he can. I love my Markie. He rocks. He’s tells me he’s proud of me, and that I am one lucky Queen to have such a hottie living with me and giving me the most a-mazing orgasms. Ok, too much information overload. But what can I say? He’s like one of my best girl/guy friends.