This is the conclusion to a previously posted submission. For more on these characters, you may want to read "Reunion". Thanks to everyone who offered advice after part one.
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Mike stirred under the covers. Something smelled appetizing. Mike opened his eyes to a delectable sight: Weslie had her back to him was pouring some wine into a bowl. She was clad in nothing but her silky chocolate skin and her apron. She put the bottle aside and whisked the contents of the bowl. It made her round bottom jiggle. When Weslie finished her mixing, she poured the concoction into a dish. She bent at the waist to place it in the oven. Mike licked his lips, and his cock stirred under the blanket. As if she'd felt his gaze on her, Wes turned around and smiled at him.
"Hey, Honey. I see you're up," she said. "Food should be ready in a little while," she added over her shoulder as she removed a pot from the front burner.
Mike sat up and just stared at Weslie's busy form. His eyes traveled down the feminine lines of her back, to the sexy curve of her butt. He loved her body, even if every time he told her so, she seemed to find the idea unconceivable. He was prepared to spend a lifetime showing her just how beautiful she truly was.
He suddenly felt the need to touch her smooth, tempting skin. He walked over and reached around her waist, pulling her close to him. Wes leaned back and rested her head on his shoulder, exposing her enticing neck to him; he placed a soft kiss there. He slipped a hand under her apron and caressed her belly. He felt her withdraw slightly; he knew she did not like her stomach. He continued rubbing the soft flesh, nibbling her sensitive neck at the same time, grinding his growing erection against her luscious ass. Wes soon relaxed, yielding to the pleasure.
Mike pulled the ribbon holding Wes's apron. He turned her around so that she was facing him and got the apron off of her. They kissed. He loved the way she ran her hands through his hair, as if she wanted to pull him in even closer. As if she just couldn't get enough of him. She insisted on him keeping it long enough to grab. He planted a kiss on her cheek, then one on her chin, and another on her graceful collarbone. He licked his way down between her breasts, to the small bump of her belly. He couldn't resist slipping his tongue in her bellybutton.
He knelt before her and buried his nose between her legs. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, immersing himself in the sweet, musky scent that always made his mouth water. Wes shifted and whimpered in anticipation. Mike spread her thighs and scattered reverent, feather-light kisses on the tender skin framing her slit. He held her dark, swollen lips apart with his thumbs and forefingers, and took his time licking Wes from the edge of her puckered hole to just below her clit. Mike relished the taste of his lover's juices; he moaned into her sex.
Wes whimpered. Her knees buckled, and she reached back, placing her hands on the counter to support herself. Mike held on to her hips as he circled her clit with the tip of his tongue. He paused for a moment and looked up at her. He smiled at her cry of disappointment, before diving back in and thrusting his tongue inside her moist heat. He rubbed her clit with his thumb, fast. Weslie grabbed at his hair, pressing his face harder against her core. Mike strained to get his tongue as far as he could inside her, until he was rewarded for his effort. Wes came with a loud cry, quenching his thirst for her juices. She collapsed to the floor. Mike was there, waiting to catch her in his arms. Their lips met once more, and Wes smiled as she tasted her own flavor in their kiss.
Mike watched Wes as she walked toward the bathroom. He was mesmerized by the seductive sway of her hips. Sometimes he had a hard time believing she loved him. He felt lucky to be with her, and not because she told him he was, as some of his exes had. Mike had had plenty of girlfriends in the past. However, the relationships had been short term, due his inexplicable attraction to girls who took as much pleasure in hurting themselves as they did in hurting him.
He had planned to wait until marriage before making love to any woman. There were diseases out there, and the thought of fathering a child with a woman he merely liked was frightening. Of course, it hadn't been easy, and over the years there had been a few close calls.
Mike had thought long and hard before telling Wes he was a virgin. He knew she hadn't been one herself since sometime during her high school years. That was a good decade of experience she had on him. Would she think he was strange? Would she be shocked? Would she then rule him out as anything more than a friend?
Eventually, Mike had decided to mention it in one of his messages to Wes. He'd waited for her reply, checking his messages every hour. It took a day or two for Wes to reply; apparently she had needed to give it some thought. Eventually, Mike found a new message in his inbox. Weslie had written that she was surprised. However, to Mike's relief, she had added that she could understand his reasons. She was willing to wait for him to be ready. After all, she often wished she had waited longer before losing her virginity.
It turned out not to matter in the end. When they first met in the flesh, during her first visit to see him, he had found her incredibly seductive. By the time she'd allowed him a glimpse at her naked skin, he had wanted to spend hours exploring it. He had kissed the tempting mounds that were her heavy breasts, and rubbed his face against the comfortable skin of her belly. When she had parted her thighs, inviting him to have a taste, he had discovered an addiction to her sweet nectar. He'd heard other guys complain about the taste of women before, but he could not fathom how anyone could taste the intoxicating treat and not want more. After he had made her come, he had looked up to see her face and realized that he wanted to see her like this always. It was then that he had decided he had waited long enough. He certainly had no regrets.
The strident ring of the oven timer jarred Mike back to the present. He reached for the knob and turned it off. Wes emerged from the bathroom, wearing a robe and holding another in her hands. She handed it to him.
"It's getting to be a bit chilly this evening," she said. She looked at the oven. "Oh, thanks for turning that off."
Wes opened the oven and took out the fragrant dish. Mike sat at the table and observed her as she spooned rice from the pot onto plates and then scooped chicken and vegetables on top.
