Page 142 of Lyric Squared
In.
Out.
I grabbed one, pulling it into my mouth.
“Yesss. Yessss.”
In.
Out.
I swallowed the milk that leaked from her nipples, relieving her of the pain she must’ve felt during the absence of our daughter. To even her load, I placed my mouth on the other nipple two minutes later. Her golden liquid spilled into my mouth.
Anything for you, my love.
This shit hadn’t just started. It had always been this way. Since kids. Lyric had always been a priority of mine–secretly.
In.
Out.
My eyes were locked on that pretty face of hers again. I used my left thumb to press against her sensitivity.
“I love you,” she rushed out. “I love you so much. I love you.”
“Til death.”
In.
Out.
“I’m– I’m– Uhhhhh.”
She didn’t last. I didn’t last. We weren’t meant to last. Not tonight. Maybe another night. But that pussy was too wet and she was looking too good with them titties bouncing in my face.
Lyric
The Maldives wasas beautiful as it was the first time we visited together. I imagined it was the reason Keanu had chosen this location to celebrate three years of marriage. As I stretched the nude bikini over my milky boobs, I was reminded of our time here all those years ago. Before our secret was out.
Before the miscarriage. Before the extravagant wedding. Before our daughter, KJ. Before discovering my pregnancy with our second daughter, Love. We’d been here, and I’d fallen head over heels for him. I’d manifested this moment. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was heavily intoxicated but not out of my mind that day.
“What are you doing?” I chuckled.
“Waiting for you to climb on,” Keanu informed me.
“On your back?” I was utterly amused, throwing my head back in laughter. He couldn’t be serious. I imagined it was a joke until I realized he wasn’t moving.
“On my back,” he clarified.
After a few seconds, reality sunk in and I understood it was far from a joke. If I didn’t want to walk, I didn’t have to. Without expressing it, that’s exactly what Keanu was telling me.
With a silly smile on my face, I climbed onto his back and shifted until I was comfortable. It wasn’t until then that he stood tall and gripped my legs tighter. I couldn’t help myself, drunk and a bit out of my mind, I kissed the side of his face.
“Can you take us a picture and a video? I want to send it to Ever.”
Someone has to see just how much this man loves me and how much I love him back.
The thought registered. There wasn’t anyone else I could scream to the top of my lungs about Keanu and me, so Ever was subjected to my shenanigans. She knew everything. She was the one who convinced me to write the message to Keanu in the first place.
