by Felicia Lynn
I look down to our littlest one who’s fallen asleep on her daddy’s chest. She’s such a daddy’s girl and I’m so happy about that. I whisper over her, “How exactly did you pull this off?” I ask curiously, but quickly know I won’t be getting straight answers.
“I know people, babe,” He replies with his cocky little grin. Clearly, he does. I don’t know many people that could have pulled this off in such a short amount of time.
“What else do you have up your sleeve, Sir?” I ask, annunciating my ‘Sir’ to sound more seductive, which is received with a raise in his brow and a look that’s questioning if that was intentional or a slip.
“Watch it, my kids are present!” he warns and I smile thinking about what will happen when they’re all asleep.
Drake, in the early years, loved to plan little surprises for me. It used to make all the girls in the sorority house extremely jealous. But the last few days could easily rival that of his biggest surprise ever. I lay my head on his shoulder and close my eyes, remembering the day.
It was the end of our junior year of college. We’d been a couple for two years. We were going camping and rafting with all our friends to celebrate the summer. All our friends were able to leave a day earlier than I could, because I couldn’t get the day off from the salon I worked at as a receptionist. I almost didn’t go at all because I felt like I was putting a damper on Drake’s plans since he felt obligated to stay behind the extra day and ride up with me.
He picked me up from work with all our bags and camping stuff packed in the truck. I did nothing to prepare since I wasn’t a camper. It would be my first time ever sleeping in a tent, but Drake is an outdoorsy guy. He’d done things like that his whole life. And I knew being with him he’d take care of me and make sure we had everything we’d need.
It was a two hour drive and very late by the time we pulled into the camp ground. I was exhausted. I remembering being a little cranky about sleeping on the ground but he promised I’d be comfortable. The campground was so dark at night. It wasn’t anything like what I pictured when driving the dirt roads lined with thick pine trees.
When he parked at the edge of a dirt path with nothing in sight, I was a little concerned not knowing what to expect. He turned off the truck and reached behind my seat pulling out a flashlight, then leaning over to kiss me on the cheek.
“You ready for this, Cams? Your first camping trip!” His excitement was hard to match since I was far from excited but I smiled anyway and got out of the truck with him.
He carried the biggest bags leaving me to only be responsible for carrying my backpack and flashlight. The path was dark and I was terrified of the critters that were watching us, knowing they were plotting to eat me alive as soon as my eyes close. When we reached the end of the path onto a beached area overlooking the huge lake, there was a tent set up.
This was not just any tent. It was a big one with twinkling lights outside strung to poles, a table cloth on the picnic table, music playing softly, and a fire already burning with chairs set up beside it. I was instantly jealous of the people staying at that site.
“Why can’t we sleep there?” I said, radiating crankiness in my tone. Yet Drake, ever so patient with me didn’t reply to my cattiness. He just walked leading the way for me to follow, only he walked straight to tent mansion. He placed our things onto the picnic table and turned, taking my backpack and turning off the flashlight leaving me thoroughly confused.
“You are sleeping here, gorgeous,” He replied after a few minutes while hugging me, “Welcome to your home for the next few nights.” The butterflies instantly awaken in my stomach. I excitedly walked around the campsite taking in every well thought out detail. When I walked to the opening of the tent, I bent down to unzip it but Drake, right behind me, beat me to it. The soft acoustic music set the scenery.
Inside the tent, it looked like a resort. There were no sleeping bags. There was queen sized air mattress with real sheets, comforter and pillow. It was beautiful. All our things were placed neatly inside. It was a paradise. In that moment, I knew I’d camp every night of my life if I could camp like this.
“So what do you think?” he asked over my shoulder, no longer feeling tired at all and wanting to take all this in and not miss a minute.
“This is amazing! Did you do all this? How?” I said while jumping into his arms feeling giddy.
“I came out here this morning when you left for work and set everything up. I had some help from the others turning everything on and getting the fire started before we arrived.” He was so proud of his surprise that night.
He told me then that our friends were on the other side of the campground but he wanted to stay on this lot because it was secluded and had a much better view. Finishing with, “I wanted this night to be special.” And I knew it would be.
Making love to Drake under the moonlight was something I’ll never forget. It wasn’t out first time together but when you’re young, you fumble through sex. Drake and I never fumbled. He knew how to make my body sing from the very first time. I can’t keep from smiling at the memory.
When Drake proposed the very next year, it was on that same date in that same spot and that too had its surprises too.
The movie ends and two of the four children are out cold. Drake carries Andrew since he’s half my size in height and past the point of mommy carrying while I take Aubri. Caleb and Daniel are both very close to sleep themselves but are able to put themselves to bed with tuck in’s and hugs and kisses.
After the kids are all in their spots, Drake and I tidy up the backyard and put everything away before we make our way up to our own room for the night.
Chapter 22
Drake
Finally the kids are in bed. Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids, but I didn’t think that movie would ever end so they could go to bed. My balls are tight as hell and aching for a release. The only thing that sucks about my plan tonight is not having someone here to clean up this shit so I can be planted in my wife sooner.
We clean up the back yard and the mess from dinner together, and the second it’s all to her acceptable standards, I’m pushing her out of the kitchen and down the halls toward the bedroom turning off lights and locking doors along the way. “Now, it’s our turn,” I growl into her ear nipping it. She tries escaping my grasp, but there’s is zero chance I’m letting that happen.
I pick her up, putting her on my shoulder as I haul her up to the room. She’s laughing and peddling her feet trying to get loose. I smack her on the ass, getting her attention. “Be still, I don’t want to drop you yet.” She responds by pinching my ass and I walk even faster into the room closing the door and flipping the lock.
I walk to the bed, pulling her down off my shoulder and instead of falling on the bed like I expected her to. She kneels in a sitting position in front of me already reaching for the button on my shorts. YES. Taking the lead. Hell yes, I’ll follow.
My pants and boxers have fallen to the floor. I pull her shirt over her head seeing her tits hiked up in a black lacy bra. I reach for them and she swats my hand away. “Not yet, sir. You first,” She says in the sexy ass tone that makes me want to explode all over her chest and face.
“Naked. Now.” I can’t help myself from barking out an order. She complies. Standing on our bed and shimming her ass out of those little shorts and panties, while I tear my shirt from over my head, then my eyes are back on her as I watch, waiting for more. Once her panties are off and I’m able to drag my eyes from her well manicure pussy, I look up to her tits and wait for the fabric to hit the floor. I feel like I’ve won the lottery when it does and she falls to her knees in front of me.
With her hand around my cock, I’m lost for any words. She licks the tip and I’m seeing stars. Her mouth works me over and I can’t even fucking breathe much less mutter a word, until I’m at the edge and know the buildup is coming to its release. Hell no. Not in her mouth. Not now. I reach down and grab her under the arms pulling her
up. She’s not happy about it and objects immediately. “I wasn’t done,” She responds as I push her back down to the bed a little more aggressively than I planned.
“Yeah. Believe me, I’m not either,” I tell her as I fall onto her, catching myself with my hands before crushing her small frame. My cock is resting at her entrance and there’s no time to warm up her body. I check her with one hand making sure she’s slick with her fluids. She is. SCORE. I grab my cock and lead it in slowly at first then lunge myself to her core. Her yelp alarms me momentarily and I stop in my tracks looking down at her eyes to make sure I haven’t hurt her before continuing. “GO!” she almost yells.
“This is going to be fast. I need this!” I tell her between grunts, quickening my pace.
“The hell it will. I need this just as much. I want on top!” she demands. And I can’t help but give her what she wants.
After some maneuvering and readjusting, I realize what an amazing idea this was as I lay on my back, and she works me over with her tits finding my mouth on every upstroke. I’m one lucky fucking man. Her hands are pressed into my chest as she squats over me giving me the perfect view of her sensual expressions.
I find her clit, working it over with my two fingers. Her body begins to flutter and I know she’s getting close. I release her clit, grabbing her and flipping her quickly, with my cock still in its position inside her walls. “Touch yourself.” I demand and she does without pause, her fingers occasionally brushing the base of my cock.
“I’m ready,” She tells me but I already know, feeling her walls contracting around me. I’m right behind her pumping my fluids into her as we both cry out our release together between our kissing and intertwined tongues.
That made waiting the whole afternoon and evening completely worth it. I roll onto my back bringing her body onto my own knowing a shower is definitely in order as we’re both a mess. I just can’t seem to muster the strength to release her yet.
“Shower?” she invites as if reading my thoughts. I nod, that’s all I have left. She crawls off me walking toward the bathroom, and I watch her until she rounds the corner and I hear the shower come on.
Showering with Cami after great sex is like your favorite dessert after a feast. She washes my body, spending extra time stroking my cock with the suds. When she’s finished rewarding my body with the greatest form of cleanliness I could ever imagine, I return the favor by pinning her against the shower wall and working her over with my hand.
By the time all the hot water has effectively drained from the system, we are both sedated and ready to find our pillows. She dries off taking her silky dressing robe and dropping it next to the bed, climbing into our bed naked. “I approve,” I tell her, taking my pajama pants and dropping them by the bedside.
I slide into the bed, pulling her back to my front, feeling every inch of her smooth skin against me as she tangles her legs into my own. I think she’s sleeping in seconds, when her body twitches against mine.
It’s been an amazing day full of long overdue quality time, adventures, conversations, problem solving and family time. It was a success. There’s no other way to describe it. I say a quiet prayer that tomorrow works out as well.
Chapter 23
Cami
The sun filters through the room and I don’t need to open my eyes to know Drake isn’t in the room, but I do anyway, feeling somewhat hopeful and craving a morning cuddle session. I glance at the clock seeing that it’s after eight o’clock and the kids will slowly begin waking and wanting breakfast and cartoons.
I climb out of bed, going to my dresser and putting on a gown and my robe. Saturday mornings are usually my favorite, since we all get to sleep longer and then can lounge around longer in the family room.
Although cereal would be easiest, I have an urge to keep the excitement of last night’s family fest going. I decide chocolate chip pancakes are the perfect thing, and head to the kitchen to check to make sure I have everything I need.
I see the blue paper before I can read it across the room on the Keurig machine. I feel instant happiness without even reading it.
Leaving you naked in bed alone is torture. Gone for a run. Be home soon. I love you!
I feel heat come to my body instantly at the memory. I make myself a cup of tea and find my cell phone on the desk. I browse through my emails seeing nothing of real importance. I open the message box and type out a quick group message to the girls know there’s no possible way Whitney has kept her mouth shut on my disclosure but I wouldn’t really expect her to.
Me: Hi, just want to say hi and I miss you girls. I’m doing okay. The past two days have helped a lot. I’m sorry for hiding things from you.
Well… it’s finally done. Everything is on the table. I feel relieved, yet unsure of what their responses will be. The nagging feeling of having let them down is taunting me in the back of my mind. But it is what it is.
When I hear the little feet of my baby girl, I know the others will soon be behind her. She climbs onto my lap and snuggles in for a little morning cuddle. I can’t imagine what it will feel like when she no longer wants this time with me.
I carry her over to the couch flipping on the TV, while I attempt to start our breakfast feast. I’m clanging around in the kitchen and watch as one by one all the little humans quietly arrive, taking a spot on the couch and becoming engrossed in Sponge Bob. God. I hate that show.
My kids are not morning people. They like quiet mornings when they wake up. It’ll be at least another hour before anyone attempts to put clothes on for the day.
I’m taking the sausage patties out of the oven and am flipping the last pancake when I hear the door from the garage. Change in perspective is a funny thing. A week ago, I was filled with anxiety when around my husband. Today, I can’t wait for him to walk in and kiss me.
I feel him at my back, his breath on my neck. “Good Morning, gorgeous,” He whispers, running his stubbly face along the sensitive spot on my neck.
Good morning. I missed you in bed this morning,” I say looking at him over my shoulder. He raises his brow looking at me as if I’ve lost my mind.
Well you, my wife, are insatiable. Pull yourself together, my kids are in the room,” He says quietly, and I can’t help but laugh at his craziness. He looks at the breakfast and then at the clock on the stove before returning his eyes back to me. In my head, I already know something is up. “By the way, um… You have ninety minutes to eat and get dressed. Don’t worry about the kids.”
Hmm, I’m not really sure I’m ready for another grand gesture so soon, but I’m not sure arguing my point to stay home on the couch all day will be met favorably. “Okay. I’ll run up and throw some clothes on after breakfast. Let’s eat.” I smile.
“Babe, wear something pretty. Today is a special day,” He whispers. And my anxiety over what to expect begins. I call the kids over to the table and set out everyone’s plates. I’m done first and already starting to clean up instead of lingering longer at the table when my mother in law knocks, then comes in singing her hello’s.
Okay. Clue one. Babysitter. That’s cool. Only when she rounds the corner she has packages, boxes from Nordstrom. I recognize them immediately. “Hey mom, what a surprise to see you this morning. Are you hungry?” I ask, really wanting to know what’s in all those boxes.
“No thanks, love. I’ve just come over to help my grandchildren get dressed for today.” So she knows. And she’s not here to babysit. I look at Drake who is sitting quietly just watching with a massive grin across his face. He’s torturing me intentionally.
“So mom, what exactly are you dressing the children for?” I ask, hoping she’ll disclose. She smiles sweetly at me. I see a twinkle in her eye and I know she’s on Team Drake.
“Well… You just leave these dishes for me to do. Go run up and get ready. I’ll take care of the children and tidying the kitchen,” she says, motioning me out of the way. “Take your husband with you.” She smiles at us both.
We walk toward our room to get dressed and when the door is closed and locked, Drake captures me in his arms and I feel pretty sure that he has plans that we do not have time budgeted for. Through my laughter, I halt any of his devious plans. “No, Sir. You made the plans. I have less than one hour to get dressed, and I was told to look pretty. No distractions from your wandering hands.”
With no words he pouts, walking into the closet with his shoulders hung low. When he walks into the bathroom as I’m doing my hair with his jeans on, top button undone and a shirt wide open. I almost change my mind. Drake is an incredibly handsome man and I love when he gets dressed, leaving his shirt open giving me some motivating scenery.
I attempt to ask him again what we’re doing today and I get nothing. I’m not really sure how to dress but since he’s going casual-dressy, I know a sundress should suffice.
He finishes dressing and kisses me before leaving the room and giving me a few minutes to myself.
I walk toward the family room to find my family and see what’s in store for us for the day. I’ve chosen a lace blue navy shift dress and ballet flats for whatever today’s events bring us. My hair is down with soft curls. Simplicity.
When I see the children, I almost burst into tears. They look so cute. Grandma has come over and dressed them all in adorable color coordinating outfits.
“Surprise!” They yell, loudly, excited to have pulled one over on me. My kids are so happy. I’m so incredibly thankful our grown up issues had no effects on our children. I smile at them telling them how handsome and beautiful they all are with big smiles all around.
“So what are we doing today?” I ask the group. Hoping someone can finally fill me in.