Longing For The Beach Billionaire Daddy
Chapter 217

*Shelby*

Nerves fluttered through my stomach as we bathed Thomas and Amelia. It had been too long since Michael and I had been intimate, and I knew I was ready. But I couldn’t help but feel insecure about my body after pregnancy and a C-section.

“They have to be so tired from traveling, but you can’t tell. They’ve been angels all day,” I observed as Thomas giggled contagiously.

“Let’s get them out and dry them off. Maybe after we do some lavender lotion, they’ll go down without a fight. Then you and I can shower and sit on the patio with a glass of wine,” Michael suggested while rinsing soap suds from Amelia’s head.

“Sounds like a plan,” I said as I walked across the bathroom and grabbed the hooded towels from the sink.

I held one out, and Michael lifted Amelia from the water. I swaddled her in the plush fabric and carried her to the nursery. Sitting her in the crib, I walked back to the bathroom and helped Michael get Thomas.

Together, we made sure both babies were dry, diapered, and dressed in pajamas. Michael got a bottle ready for Thomas while I breastfed Amelia, her eyes drooped, and her breathing deepened. We got both babies settled, and Michael worked on setting up the monitor while I went to take a shower.

The water ran scalding hot, the steam rising and creeping around me like a tangible thing. I picked up the lavender-scented bar of soap, scrubbing my tired body with a soft cloth until I was satisfied that all traces of dirt were gone. After I rinsed off, I stood in front of the mirror and examined my postpartum body with tenderness–marveling at the changes the last few months had wrought.

My stomach was slightly softer, my h**s a bit wider, and my breasts were two cup sizes fuller. Most notably, my abdomen was marred by a scar, a badge of honor from the surgery that brought my twins into this world. The complications I had during surgery made the scar worse than it would’ve been had things gone smoothly, but I was learning to love myself again.

I carefully slipped into the thick white robe that was draped over the back of the door then padded my way back to our bedroom and ran my fingers over the delicate fabric of my new nightgown. It felt exquisite against my skin. As I pulled it up and over my curves, I felt a slight bit of confidence flow through me with each passing second.

I exited the bedroom and went to join Michael on the patio. Dinner had been cleaned up, and he sat waiting for me with two glasses of wine sitting on the table in front of him.

“You look beautiful,” he said softly as he pulled my chair out for me. I thanked him and sat down, crossing my legs, silky smooth from shaving minutes before. “How do you feel?” Michael asked me, concern etched on his face.

“I feel great. Better than I have in a long time, actually,” I answered honestly as I shrugged my shoulders. They were still tense from the time spent on the jet.

He smiled and reached his hand out to cover mine, his thumb rubbing circles on the top of my hand.

“I’m so glad, sweetheart. I can’t imagine it’s been easy adjusting to motherhood, especially after all of the s**t with Marmie and Katie. You’ve handled it all gracefully, though,” he replied, reaching for his wine and taking a long swig.

I sipped my wine, savoring the warmth and flavor on my tongue. Knowing Michael, it was something old and expensive. He had the most extravagant tastes sometimes.

“You know what? I think I could use a massage,” I said as I yawned tiredly.

Michael smiled and moved to stand behind me. Gently he rubbed his hands up and down my back, pressing into the muscles with sure and steady fingers. He paid particular attention to my shoulders, kneading the knots out of them in slow circles.

I m****d contentedly as warmth spread through my body like wildfire. His touch was healing; it was like all of my worries suddenly disappeared under his fingertips.

“Could we go into the bedroom? If you lie down, I can get your back and the backs of your legs,” Michael sounded unsure, probably because it had been so long since we’d had s*x. I felt guilty because of that, but Michael hadn’t once pressured me into anything during all of this time. That thought alone emboldened me and comforted me at the same time. I was safe with him.

“Of course,” I said, feeling my skin tingle with anticipation.

We moved into the bedroom, and I was once again taken aback by the expansive view of the private beach and ocean. The floor was covered in shaggy white rugs, and there were several throw pillows in shades of blue and green strewn across the bed.

I removed the robe and lay down on my stomach. Michael walked into the bathroom to grab massage oil from the cart of toiletries next to the claw foot tub.

He came back and kneeled beside me, as he warmed the oil by rubbing his hands together vigorously. He started to massage the back of my neck first. He paid particular attention to my lower back, working out any tension that had built up during my pregnancy with the twins. With each pass of his hands, I felt myself melt into the bed.

I sighed deeply as his fingers began to squeeze the backs of my thighs until he reached my calves, causing me to m**n aloud. His thumbs dug into my thighs again, dipping in between them to come dangerously close to the white lace panties I was wearing under my negligee.

“How do you feel?” Michael’s husky, l**t-laced voice asked me.

“Amazing,” I answered breathlessly.

He kissed the back of my neck and said, “Good. Now roll over.”

I did as he asked, my heart beating wildly in my chest. His hands began their massage again, starting at my wrists and moving up my arms. He worked magic on the front of my shoulders, and when his hands grazed the sides of my breasts, I felt electricity shoot through my body. My n*****s haredened and arousal began to seep from my core.

He moved further down my stomach, and when he reached the bottom of my nightgown, he pushed it up under my breasts. He paused to stare down at my bared stomach and panties, his nostrils flaring with desire. He reverently stroked my scar with his thumb and whispered, “f*****g gorgeous.”

He lifted his arms and removed his shirt, baring his muscled chest to me. I stared, my mouth slightly open, basking in the sight of his rippling upper body. He leaned over and pressed an open mouth k**s to the hollow of my throat.

The heat from his mouth made me burn up with a desire I had forgotten existed. He moved his lips to my ear, and whispered, “I love you more than anything in this world. Every day, I wake up feeling like the luckiest f*****g man on the planet. I was floating through life until I met you, and you take my breath away every time I lay eyes on you.”

His words set my body on fire and brought tears to my eyes. They reached down into my soul and wiped away every insecurity I’d felt over the past five months.

He kissed his way to my mouth, and our lips met in a feverish k**s.

He pulled away and whispered in my ear, “Let me show you just how beautiful you are.”

“Please, Michael. Please, show me,” I begged.

His hands slowly made their way down my body. He traced circles around my n*****s and brushed his fingertips lightly over their tips. He slowly pulled my nightgown over my head, revealing my breasts.

He lightly ran his tongue over my n*****s, pulling each crest into his mouth. He used his tongue and teeth to tease me relentlessly before working his way down my stomach. His mouth found its way to the delicate lace of my panties, licking and sucking until I let out a loud m**n of undiluted pleasure.

His touch was simultaneously gentle and hard, keeping me guessing what sensation to expect next. Michael looked up from between my legs with fire in his eyes and a smirk on his face. He slowly slid off my panties and stared between my spread legs.

“Tell me what you want,” he growled.

“I want you to feast on me. Eat me like it’s the first time, like you’ll die without the taste of me,” I challenged, brave from the l**t coursing through my veins.

He slowly lowered his head while we kept eye contact. His tongue found its way through my folds, and he lapped up my juices like he’d go mad without them. I m****d and writhed under his touch.

“God, you taste so f*****g good, babe. I could do this all day,” he murmured, turning me on even more.

He lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders so he could push his tongue deeper inside of me. He changed up his tactics and quickly sucked my clit into his mouth, attacking it with intensity.

I felt my legs begin to shake as he continued to attack my sensitive bud. I was nearing the edge, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer.

“Please, Michael, I’m close. Don’t stop,” I pleaded.

He rewarded my request with a hard suck on my clit, and my back arched off the bed as the o****m tore through me. I m****d through the intense pleasure, and my nails dug into his scalp.

Michael lifted his head and looked at me with a satisfied grin, and whispered, “You are so f*****g beautiful when you come, baby.”

Before I could recover from my first o****m, he dove back down and buried his face in my p***y like a man possessed. While his tongue drew circles around my clit, he slowly slid a finger inside of me, and I clenched around him.

He worked his finger in and out, slowly at first, and then picking up speed. He added a second finger and quickened his pace to match my panting breaths. He began to f**k me with his fingers, and I could feel myself getting close again.

“Come for me, baby,” he urged, his voice hoarse with want for me.

His voice was all it took. My breath hitched as my second o****m hit me like a freight train. My whole body began to shake, and I threw my head back and yelled his name as I came.

I trembled in his hands, as he drew out my pleasure by gently licking, sucking, and nibbling my overly-sensitive clit.

He planted one last sloppy k**s against me, then he climbed up my body and kissed me passionately, sliding his tongue into my mouth so that I was forced to taste every bit of myself. I g*****d against his lips, desperate to feel him inside me.

“Please, Michael. I need you inside me,” I pleaded.

He stood and removed his pants, and I watched hungrily as his c**k sprang free. He grabbed the base and stroked roughly up and down, his eyes hooded and wild. He put on a show for me, stroking himself and driving me crazy.

“Get down here, now,” I ordered him. He dropped down and pressed his forehead against mine as he began to rub his throbbing head through my folds.

He g*****d against my lips, “You’re so f*****g wet for me, baby.”

“Always,” I breathed.

“I love you so much, Shelby,” he said before he slowly slid inside of me. It had been so long, he had to fight his way inside me. Every inch filled me up fuller and fuller. I needed it. I used my hands to grab his taut a*s cheeks and pulled him against me until he was as deep as he could go.

He began to gently thrust in and out of me, slowly at first, but he picked up pace as I got used to his size. When I unwrapped my legs from around his waist, he sat back on his knees and pulled me with him. I was straddling his lap as he f****d me, and he gripped my h**s hard as he slammed into me. Every powerful thrust of his c**k inside of me made me m**n a little louder.

“Baby, I’m close,” he gritted, as his thrusting became more erratic.

“Me too, Michael,” I gasped.

“I want to feel you come around me, Shelby,” he g*****d.

Those words did me in, and I came again, screaming his name. “Oh, god, Michael!” I called out, shaking against him.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” he urged.

I felt my whole body tighten as my o****m ripped through me, and I shook. He g*****d my name, as he poured himself into me, and I clenched around him to milk every last drop. We collapsed into a pile, sweaty and spent. We both fell asleep listening to the waves crash against the sand outside our window.