Page 63 of The Blessing

“Nothing. You’re just so beautiful, Ronnie.”

She blushes before she goes to flip our pumpkin pancakes. I can’t help myself, as I walk up behind her and brush my hands against her ass before kissing her neck and nuzzling her Princess Leia buns before going to the table to join my son. I watch her as she cooks for us and feel myself falling in love with her even more. I feel like I fall in love with her more every single fucking second. We eat breakfast and plan our day out—excited for the chance to spend the entire day together without interruptions.

It’s only appropriate to spend the day watching all the Star Wars movies while eating Halloween candy and complete junk. We start with A New Hope—because I have to start my girl off right—and eventually we watch the prequels after finishing the original trilogy. Ronnie explains that she’s seen the original trilogy with her dad but hadn’t remembered much about it. I’m more than happy to let my inner geek shine through and explain to her every aspect of the movies. I even tell her all about the Star Wars novels and comics I read growing up. She listens, but I’m not sure how invested in it she really is. She gives me this look, that says, “Man, he’s hot. I got to make sure I look interested.”She didn’t say much in response, but she does tell me, in length, how attractive she finds Harrison Ford. I’ve got to admit, hearing her go on and on about another man does make me a tad jealous. Even if it is a movie star who’s now in his seventies. Finally, after watching Revenge of the Sith—which I love, even though some people don’t share my opinion—it’s dark outside and we finally decide to watch some scary movies. Of course, with a baby we can’t watch anything too fucked like The Shining or Cannibal Holocaust, so we settle on Hocus Pocus which is playing on the Family Channel.

Grey has been so great during our lazy day at home. He was absolutely fascinated by the Star Wars marathon—which I’m not surprised about considering Dean and I were completely obsessed with the movies as kids. He’s been so quiet and curious about the movies, and as long as I’m paying him some attention, he’s completely fine. He does have a few outbursts, but they are mostly due to needing his diaper changed or being hungry, just like he is right now. He begins to cry and no amount of attempting to placate him will do.

“Aw, baby,” Ronnie says as she looks down at our crying little guy, “I’ll go make us some dinner.”

My stomach grumbles as if on cue and I give her one, long kiss before watching her leave to run off to the kitchen. I can’t help but stare at the way her dress rides up as she walks away, showing the bottom of her perfect ass and a hint of her blue lace panties. Grey’s cries bring me back to the matter at hand. I get on the floor with him, hoping to distract him while Ronnie makes dinner. I play airplane with him until his Yoda ears fly off. I then bounce him on my chest before finally “chasing” him on my hands and knees; he tries to crawl across the floor as quickly as he can to get away from me. I let him think he’s getting away, before I finally catch him and tickle him until he can’t laugh anymore. Around thirty minutes later, he’s completely worn out and falls asleep on the carpet. As I hear my girl put our dinner in the oven, I run to my bedroom to grab Grey’s crib, rolling it into the hallway connecting to the living room. I want to be able to keep an ear out to make sure he’s okay.

Ronnie comes back into the living room and glances over toward the crib. “Aw, is he asleep already?” She adorably asks as she adjusts the low-cut top of her costume.

“Well, it’s pretty late I guess.” As I speak my eyes are glued to her frame. I have to reach down and unashamedly adjust myself. Ronnie watches me, licking her lips as she takes off her apron, tossing it aside and walks toward me. She’s so fucking hot and I’m so hard it’s painful. It must be obvious to her since she’s staring at my cock and licking her lips again like it’s all she wants. Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking on my part.

“Sit down, baby,” she orders with a coy grin. “I want to take care of you.”

She pulls the top of her costume down, freeing her gorgeous tits. I lick my lips and quickly unzip my pants, pulling out my cock and stroking it as she continues to walk toward me, her tits bouncing with every step. As she drops to her knees before me, I wonder how I got so lucky. She’s better than any dream. I hadn’t known girls like her existed—and maybe they don’t—maybe it’s just her. She seems to be one of a kind.

She licks my tip before taking the head of my cock in her mouth. She moans. The vibrations cause my cock to throb even harder. Sure, I’ve had woman suck me off before, but they’re nothing like my girl. Seeing her with her tits out and her lips wrapped around me, I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. She takes as much of my cock into her mouth as she can handle and pumps the remaining few inches with one hand, while she plays with my balls with the other. My whole body is tense. I feel my orgasm quickly approaching as she works her magic. As soon as she looks up at me with her big, beautiful green eyes, I’m a fucking goner.

“I’m going to come,” I warn, in case she doesn’t want to swallow.

She gives me a wicked look but doesn’t pull away. I hold onto the back of her head, guiding her movements as she licks and sucks on me. She takes as much as she can of me into her mouth, before she chokes. I come with a roar. She swallows everything I give her. As soon as she’s finished, she pulls away to wipe her mouth before giving me a shy smile. How can she be shy after blowing me like a fucking goddess?

“Did you like that?” she questions, as she gets off her knees and joins me on the couch.

“You’re so perfect, Ronnie.” God, I love you. “I’m not done with you yet,” I say as I lower myself onto her soft body.