by Xavier Neal
My heart threatens to burst right out of my chest.
“Daddy! Daddy!” Sage comes rushing to us with her bag open. “Look at all the candy!”
He peers into the bag and praises, “That’s so much! You’ve only been to five houses!”
She giggles, grabs his hand, and shouts, “Come on, Lynk! We gotta cross the street!”
Lynk jogs over and takes her hand, the four of us now taking up much more space than probably necessary. But it doesn’t matter. I love feeling like we’re a real family. Like nothing can tear us apart. I love feeling like I finally have something permanent to hold onto.
Trick or treating lasts for another grueling forty-five minutes. Most of the time teeters towards the precious moments’ side, but towards the end Sage begins to whine about her feet hurting, being cold then being too hot, and her tutu making her itch while Lynk continuously complains he doesn’t have enough candy in his overflowing bag.
By the time we make it back home it’s more than obvious everyone is ready for bed.
“Leave your candy bags down here by the door and then you both need to head straight upstairs,” Holden instructs locking the front door behind us. “Put on pajamas. Wash faces. Brush teeth. And pick out books.”
Sage’s bag tumbles to the floor and she starts rubbing her eye. “I wanna wear my hippo jammies.”
“Wear any jammies that are clean and fit your body,” he says and points towards the stairs. “Both of you go.”
“Miss Meena,” Sage starts to call for me with her arms expanded wide, the signature move of a worn out preschooler.
“Miss Meena’s gonna change out of her costume,” Holden quickly speaks for me.
Her little scowl gets deeper. “Daddy…”
“I have to check on something in the office,” he answers.
“You said you’d read books with us tonight!” Lynk bites harder than I’m sure he intended.
“And I will,” Holden tries to comfort his cranky son. “I just need a few minutes, which I can have while the two of you get ready for bed. Now go.”
Sage’s bottom lip pokes out, and I see a tsunami size tantrum on the rise. All of sudden, Lynk takes her hand, and begins to lead her up the stairs alongside him.
He really is a great brother. He rarely acts like having a little sister is a burden, even when it requires him to have tea parties with stuffed animals or his favorite comic books get sticky from her jelly covered fingers.
Once they’re about half way up, I walk around the back side of the stairs towards my bedroom. Almost as soon as my bedroom door is opened it’s shut with the two of us on the other side of it.
Holden’s arms cradle my back tightly against his firm chest at the same time his teeth tug at the collar of my costume. The arousal that seems to never truly be dormant when he’s around comes roaring to life, creating a rush of wetness only he can tame.
Unable to resist his proximity, I lean back into his touch yet sigh, “Mi corazón, we have like ten minutes…You can have me later.”
He nips at my neck during his repositioning of my body to face the door. “I can have you now.” His hard on thumps against the crack of my ass, and he leans his lips to my ear. “And later.”
I roll my eyes at the comment, but don’t stop him from nudging my legs apart. “You do know I’m not candy, right?”
His hands slowly glide down my back and over the curve of my ass. “Oh baby, you’re much much more addicting than that.”
A smile barely has time to register on my face before the sound of fabric being ripped ripples throughout the room. The desire to moan clashes with the urge to fuss, creating a sexual scold, “You didn’t have to rip them.”
Holden’s hard cock presses at my entrance. “Sí, lo hice.”
Hearing him reply in Spanish makes my entire system sing his praises. I softly moan. The wetness between my legs drips down along my thighs. Even my heart begins to beat a little harder at his demonstration of becoming a part of my life as much as I am his.
Knowing there’s not a minute to waste, he clamps both hands down on my shoulders to pin me in place and begins to sharply thrust. My pussy swells in approval while my head falls backwards, eyes shutting in unparalleled thrill. Holden’s inability to move us further into the room, has my nipples brushing against the door with every erotic bump. The constant rubbing adds to the building orgasm I’m not expecting to wait to show itself. His cock hits the hilt with such repeated force it stretches the muscles that refuse to become accustom to his size to the point of pleasing pain.
My bottom lip drops to release a scream but he slips a finger inside of it instead. “Suck.”
I instantly meet the command, my mouth and pussy making the same motions in unison.
He groans deeply yet his rocking is unrelenting.
Vigorously, he pounds, the sloppy sounds of our bodies, an aphrodisiac all their own.
Holden’s fingers dig harder into my shoulder and my body acknowledges the announcement about letting go. On a deep muffled cry, I start to come apart, teeth anchored onto the digit in my mouth and pussy quivering with enough force my knees buckle. There’s a short, brutish grunt followed by a blazing surge of heat I can honestly never get enough of.
His trembles tumble into mine and the two of us end up braced against the door for stability.
He manages to deliver a sweet kiss to my shoulder only seconds prior to the very distinct sound of Lynk’s angry stomps and Sage’s bawling.
The displeased grumble makes me grin. “Are you fucking joking? How are they this unhappy already?”
I peer over my shoulder at him. “They’re just tired, mi corazón. They’ve had a long day. They’re not like adults. They’re not good at processing it and calling it quits when it’s time.”
Holden slips his cock out and I bite my bottom lip to prevent from whimpering at the detachment.
I hate the moment we’re disconnected and can’t get enough of him the second he’s inside of me…What’s wrong with me? What is it about him that I’ve never found in anyone else? Why is being with him the only thing I’ve ever done that I truly hope never has to end?
The sound of his zipper brings my thoughts back to reality. “I’m gonna go try to put the fire out. See you for bed time in a couple minutes?”
I quickly nod, give him a chaste kiss, and let him slip past me.
After changing out of my costume and into sleepwear sans panties, I hustle to the upstairs loft where everyone seems to have managed to mellow out in the five minutes it took to redress.
“Lynk’s gonna read libros, Miss Meena!” Sage excitedly proclaims from Holden’s lap on the couch. She turns to rest her face my direction. “¡Prisa! ¡Prisa!”
“I’m coming. I’m coming…”
Holden meets my gaze, a very cocky, wicked glaze to his.
Asshole.
Once I’ve flopped down on the couch, Lynk wedges himself between Holden and me with three books in his lap.
He turns the first page and Sage immediately gasps, “Monster Cookies!!!”
Lynk offers her a genuine smile that would make any parent proud. “It’s your favorite.”
I make a silent swoon at the same time fingertips feather across my shoulder blade. The feeling of Holden’s touch sends a shiver down my spine and I steal another glance his direction. His eyes are focused on his son while the arm not extended across the couch to stroke me is wrapped warmly around Sage. This picturesque moment ignites two very opposite emotions.
Can all this really last or was our little ‘help’ hiccup just a prelude to a much messier ending that solidifies my worst fear?
What if I’m not meant to have anything permanent?
What if the most I ever get out of life are these temporary moments right here?
What if all of this just ends with another butterfly tattoo and one-way plane ticket somewhere very, very far away?
Best benefit of living with my girlfriend? Waking up to her beautiful b
ody already on top of mine.
Meena spreads her thighs wider and sinks her wet heat down slowly.
Eyes hooded from being half awake, but fully in paradise, I mindlessly lift my hips upward.
She lets out a long, pleased, sigh. “Buenos días…”
“Fuck, baby, it is now.” My hands drag themselves along her bare curves until they reach her nipples. Her pussy tightens from the touch and my cock swells in gratitude. I roll my thumb tauntingly around, tugging the hardness at unannounced intervals, and love every tremble it pulls free.
I’ve never had a woman be this responsive for me. I’ve heard about it. Hell, I’ve heard a shit ton about it, but never had anything close. Beth and I had great sex, most of the time it was only great if she was high because she treated sleeping with me like a chore when she wasn’t. But even then, we never had moments like this. I’ve never felt my body fucking belong to and with another person other than Meena.
It’s insane.
It’s dangerous.
It’s perfect.
Meena braces her palms on my chest and begins to gradually bounce. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I try to stifle the groans that are growing in volume. Her pussy slides smoothly up and down my shaft eradicating all logical thoughts.
Like the small banging sound the headboard is creating.
Like the fact we’re in my bed not hers.
Like the fact it’s Lynk’s birthday, which means he’ll be up earlier than normal.
She begins panting a little heavier, and I instantly wish she were screaming.
The way my name sounds when she comes never fails to get me off.
Fuck. She never fails to get me off.
Another new experience.
All of a sudden, her breaths morph into moans, moans much too loud to be able to be free. Swiftly, I shift up, cup her mouth, and command, “Let me feel you fucking scream, baby.”
Meena melts at my words but quickly increases her efforts. She wraps her arms around my neck and resumes burying me to the brink with each blow. Each time her body brazenly bucks, her ass skims my balls, causing them to eagerly clench in hopes of coming. I wrap my free arm around her and crush us closer together. Her pleased cries vibrate against my hand forcing me to tighten my grip. My moans riot in the back of my throat from not being released.
The kids can’t catch us like this.
Ever.
Ultimate fucking 0.
Sweat starts to collect between us like unneeded cement.
Completely captivated by one another, we cruelly collide until our orgasms are on the verge of cracking apart.
Her whimpers punch my palm at the same time her pussy convulses. Wet wave after wave crashes against my cock and it immediately drowns in the rapture. The two of us stay in our tangled, tempestuous mess until the last tremble completely subsides. At that point, I fall backwards with her engulfed in my arms and our tongues rolling around.
Meena reluctantly leans away. “We should get dressed, mi Corazon…”
I grumble my agreement. “Yeah…I know…”
We engage briefly in one final kiss before the heat of her disappears.
How does someone overheat your mind, your heart, and your body? Shouldn’t there be some sort of fucking law no one can do all three?
Rather than follow in her footsteps, I prop myself up on my arm and watch as she grabs a pair of fresh underwear out of the top drawer.
Over the past couple of weeks, we’ve ventured into an interesting area of our relationship. While we mostly have sex downstairs and engage in all couple like actives down there because of its distance from little eyes, we have been spending time in here together, primarily when they’re at school. She’s got some clothes in the top drawer for random middle of the night rendezvous like this. She’s also got a toothbrush, hair brush, and straightener in the bathroom. The rest of the room lacks any real evidence she’s ever in here, except for paperwork from seminars or lectures she’s attended while the kids were at school. But we’re working on that. Apparently, the kids aren’t the only ones who need a bit of gentle guiding into the change. As much as I wish I could jump all the way in with both feet, I just can’t. And for the sake of Sage and Lynk, it’s probably best that I don’t.
Hitting 1 without completely reading the situation is never a good idea.
Her eyes sparkle in the darkness. “Para de mirarme…”
Never. She’s my fucking screensaver on Beauty. Well, the picture of her snuggled with the kids.
With a taunting grin, I question, “Por qué?”
The hint of a smile that always appears when I speak Spanish in return appears and my heart misses a beat. “You ready to have any sort of sex talk with them?”
I groan at the word and at the terrible thought. “They’re never having sex. Especially Sage.”
Meena giggles, wiggles back into her jeans, and shakes her head. “What are you gonna do? Put a chastity belt on her?”
“Do they still make those?”
She shakes her head again as she pulls her sweater back over her now bra covered chest. “Be thankful she’s only four, but remember she won’t stay that way. And neither will Lynk.”
Finally out of bed, I make my way to the dresser to grab a pair of sweats. “Tell me about it. I can’t even fucking believe he’s ten today.”
Ten. My little monster, the little guy who changed my whole world, who gave me the first real hope I could put something good in this universe rather than ugly, is now ten years old. Get’s gets
Can I go back in time and hit 0 in regards to him growing up?
Meena lets her hand slide down the front of my chest. “Time flies, especially with kids. Just…keep making the most of your time together. He’s lucky to have a dad like you.”
Without thinking, I retort, “And he’s lucky to have a-”
The word stops at the tip of my tongue.
She’s not.
But she’s close enough I wish I could call it.
Her smile is sadder than she’s letting on. “I got up and grabbed him birthday doughnuts from the little shop he likes around the corner.”
“Is that why you’re up so early?” I tug my white shirt over my head and then her body against me. “Is that what led you to my bed?”
“I always wanna be in your bed.”
Our lips only briefly graze before we’re interrupted by the jingling of the locked door handle.
The two of us promptly cross the room to answer it together.
Sage’s barely awake face frowns as she rubs one of her eyes. “Why did you lock the door? I wanna snuggle too.”
With a wide grin I lift her into my arms and hug her tightly when her head falls onto my chest. “You can always come snuggle, Sunshine.”
“Are we all getting in your bed?”
Meena poorly hides her snicker.
Yeah, having my children cuddle on possibly cum stained sheets would be terrible fucking parenting.
“Daddy actually needs to do laundry,” I casually explain on our exit from my room. “Why don’t we snuggle on the couch downstairs?”
“Can we watch Batman?” Lynk’s voice interjects on a large yawn.
My smile helplessly expands. “It’s your birthday.”
“Happy birthday Lynk!” Sage squeaks.
“Happy birthday!” Meena echoes.
He gives them quick thanks and I add, “We can do pretty much whatever you want this morning, kiddo. I already bought the movie tickets and Scott will be here around 11.”
Lynk gives his newly buzzed head a rub. Meena took him to get a haircut after school yesterday and he asked her could he shave it short. She, without bothering to ask for my approval, allowed it to happen. When they got home it sparked an argument that ended with dinner between us basically in silence. Once I cooled down and talked to Lynk who was so happy she let him make the choice, I went down to discuss it with her. She explained how children need some things within their control to help
from spiraling out later on. She lectured me and it eventually led me to licking her, which of course ended with a round of makeup sex.