by Eva Morian
Simon flicked his glance from her legs to her face repeatedly. The only sound he could hear was his own breaths trapped in his ears. Immediately, he released a long, shaken huff in the form of a passionate sigh. He kicked his pajama pants off, rolled over her, lifted her knees, and spread them apart in a tight grip. He could feel the heat of her sex against his thigh as he frantically rubbed the head of his cock between those luscious lips.
A moment he’d thought about countless times was finally coming true.
Gasping out, Cherish hummed out a slight moan and wriggled from one side to the other nervously, “Woo. O-okay.” She whispered to herself. This was one of, if not the first time, she had even been so wet, turned on, and ready.
Rubbing over her clit, he savored the sensation before he found her tight, neglected hole. He released a long groan as he eased his hips forward. His hands pressed into her thick thighs pinning her lower half down with his body weight. He didn’t start slow. She was so good, so tight that she took his breath away when he rocked into her as deep as she could handle. His eyes rolled back while his hips hammered into her exposed sex, “Fuck yes.” He sighed in relief.
Cherish’s eyes rolled back into her head huffing out a long moan. It took a few, long tugs before he was able to glide into her body smoothly and hit the sweet spot. A place Todd never, ever reached, “Oh fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh fuck.” She whispered each thrust. Her head tilted away, and her chest arched forward as he lifted her legs further back.
The sounds between their sexes was that of a heated, wet exchange met with his hips slapping on her backside, “Oh fuck. Si-Si-Simon!” Cherish’s voice rang out. She was unable to control herself or the sounds which escaped from their bedroom into the hall. Just like his fantasy, her hands gripped the sheets and comforter beneath them.
She was incredible. The first fuck he had since his wife passed on and he was in dire need of true, mind numbing release. He’d almost forgotten what he’d been missing out on. What he thought of and did to himself was no competition to the warmth, sounds, smell, and taste of her. The latter description he soon took part of as he yanked the fabric of her shirt away. Leaning over, he pumped her pussy with heavy, repeated thuds. His lips wrapped around a nipple and gave a salty suck while he hummed a moan from his nose.
A seethed hiss escaped her lips. Oddly, his mouth felt incredible compared to their son. Maybe it was because they were having sex, real sex. The kind of sex she’d fantasized about in her own private time. Cherish practically begged him to calm down but not to stop. Within three minutes she’d already came; twice. It was no wonder Emily was so happy. Now, Cherish saw the light, touched it, hugged it, and made sloppy love with it. Each word falling from her lips ended with a sighed moan, “Keep going. Fuck me. Keep…keep. Keep. Keep.” She repeated.
Cherish made it loud and clear to Simon. She was just as pent up as he. The sounds she gave him were alike to sheer and utter bliss which only drove him further. His groans and grunts complimented hers as he released all his sexual tension.
Their sounds melted into the hallway and towards the door where their children rested. She acted like this was the best dick she’d ever had which swelled him with pride. Acting out his passion with her, he let her legs wrap around him while he hunched over and felt along her face and hair. His fingers gripped against the curly texture and his nose was pressed against her neck and collar. Huffing out, the sounds of the headboard against the wall matched their sharp motions.
Cherish’s fingers gripped into his shoulder blades, shoulders, and neck. She whined for him every time he pushed deeper into her walls. This was the fuck of an experienced man who went the extra mile to please his woman. She was blown away, more than physically, with the way he touched and caressed her. She’d never been held, and it was the part she was addicted to most. Of course, the pounding she was receiving wasn’t far off and her voice sang enough for him to hear.
Clinging to one another, he felt himself on the brink which caused him to wake up. No, he didn’t want it to end quickly. He wanted more of her and to bring himself to a point where he couldn’t hold back his orgasm.
Pausing deep inside of her, he panted and hummed to catch his breath. Drawing away, his cock dragged from her with a slick, suctioned pop. With a pat to her thigh, he waited for her to roll over onto her hands and knees.
Panting with him, the sexual haze that muddied her head cleared for a moment, “Mmmm.” She hummed. Propped up on her elbows, Cherish was very used to this position, but now she was excited to feel the difference. Her pussy grasped for him, her knees were shaken, and she was in need. In need for him to give her what her body literally craved.
He watched her best assets as his hands wandered around her generous ass, along the flat of her back, and down once again. Her back involuntarily arched each time he grazed over her skin. How they escalated from house hunting to sex was beyond her, but she wasn’t complaining in the least. He gripped against her sides, took in her sultry, pleasure drowned frame, and sighed. There wasn’t a hint of hesitation or shy retractions now.
He was going to take it to the end.
With a controlled tug of her thick, curly hair, he made her kneel upright with his chest pressed against her back, “Get down. Put your ass up and arch your back.” He ordered behind her ear beneath his breath.
In position, Cherish hissed softly moaning out in anticipation, “Put. P-put it in me. Please, please fuck me.”
He watched how obedient she was, “Good girl.” He muttered.
Spreading her cheeks apart amid her begs, he allowed her to feel the length of his cock run along the extent of her sex. He teased her into her own thrusts while probing her with only the head. Stroking those smooth, dark cheeks, he landed a smack against that taut flesh. Cherish released a loud moan nibbling on her bottom lip. She was cock hungry. Her hole gave a sudden tug giving him enough incentive to continue, “As you wish.” He muttered through clenched teeth.
He let her have the full extent of his desire. Thrusting into her rapidly, he buried his cock deep with each impact. Cherish was unable to hold back a loud cry from the sudden invasion. His hips went at their own pace and she had to take the punishment. He mounted over her ass and placed his weight into his thrusts. His thoughts were filthy and matched with how harshly he fucked her. “Just put it in me.” And “Fuck me like a mad dog.” Were two different expressions. But, apparently, he heard the latter.
His pace changed with his mood, he’d slow to a tantric speed one moment and revved up a second later. He started to swivel his hips and ground his thrusts into her. By now he fucked her into the pillow and was driven to hear her strained calls through the cotton.
Being taken for a spin, fifteen minutes passed and Cherish had lost her mind. Her knees were pressed together, her pussy splattered their mess against her thighs, and her voice was hoarse from the constant stream of moans. Just as he wanted. His name fell from her lips repeatedly and her pillow was wet from openmouthed pants.
Once again, he felt the sensation of an orgasm with her desperate tone which brought him to a stop. He slumped a bit and froze while holding on with might to stave off his orgasm one last time. Finally, he released a labored breath. This was the woman he was raising children with. In every respect he adored her. To him she was a light in the dark and the dream in his nightmares.
He had to keep her.
Gasping out exhaustedly, Cherish had to gain her bearings. Her pussy twitched as he dragged his cock out of her again. She was about to sit up and tell him how incredible he was. Lo and behold, Simon Gabot wasn’t finished. Taking a hold around her body, he rolled her over with him. Now on the bed, her hot back was pressed against his chest. At first, Cherish thought she was faced the wrong way, but Simon put an end to that thought as soon as it started.
He bent his knees, propped himself at her entrance, and entered her again. A long, weak moan sighed from his lips amid his craving. Her breasts were upturned in the cool air towards the cei
ling. His hand gripped and kneaded a heavy tit in experienced motions. Her head tilted back over his shoulder and his cheek rested against her neck.
Cherish’s moans were weak. Her energy was already spent from the day. Her legs fell back and the hot, swollen spot between her legs pulsated. His hips worked like rapid fire while she rocked against him. Reaching up, he lightly gripped her neck before he sensually felt down between her cleavage, stomach, and finally reached her clit. Between her lips his middle finger stroked against that sensitive pearl while he turned his head and buried his face into her hair; in absolute bliss. Cherish’s eyes curled in, “Fuck. Sh-shit.” She panted out, “I-I’m going cum. A-A-Again.” She whispered hoarsely as her jaw fell open.
Simon had grown exhausted, but he felt fresh from being limber in bed again. He soaked in the pleasure that weakly sang from her lips. At his limit, he couldn’t handle much more of her slippery, hot tunnel before he’d blow. His face was boiling, and her curls clung to his cheek and brow. Working her clit in circles, he could feel her entire body gear up. Her sex pulled tight and milked his dick. As his eyes rolled back, he heaved out in lust saturated breaths as he fucked right into his orgasm, “Cum on me. Cum on this dick.” He repeated right on the verge.
By the time he finished his sentence, Cherish had already blacked out and rode through the strongest orgasm she’d felt in a long, long time. His masculine form embraced her from below. Her curves felt luscious on his body and that was his breaking point. With her quaking spasms, Simon’s mouth released an odd groan. One that painted how he endured the best pleasure in his life after being suppressed for so long. The release numbed his mind and he pulled out in time.
His cock rode against her lips and spewed thick globs of white above her clit. Every shaken pant he released emitted a pool of semen on the hood of her sex. His muscles relaxed and his arms fell limp around her.
Panting, Simon attempted to get his breath back while he relished in his afterglow. Lazily, her body slid off his and onto the messy sheets. His arm served as her pillow and he slowly turned his head. Watching her in that moment, his stress was alleviated, his passions were satisfied, and his desires were fulfilled.
Panting, she stared up at the ceiling and basked in mind blown exhaustion. She could feel his stare and her brown eyes tilted down to his face, “W-was it good?” She sighed out in a half pant. Honestly, she wanted to know because, before him, she was met with insults after Todd got what he wanted.
Simon stared at her in those sweet, brown eyes and took time with an answer. The question was displaced so he had to ponder about why she felt the need to ask. His chest rose and fell heavily as he shut his eyes, “The best.” He sighed in a relaxed state. Rolling over, he set his palm on her side and bit his lip. He knew exactly why his parents called him stupid. His finger grazed down the side of her arm, “Did I hurt you?” He questioned with a bit of concern.
Mimicking him and turning on her side, Cherish wasn’t worried about the sheets. They were torn to hell and she’d wash them in the morning. Shaking her head, she clasped her hands together and placed them under her head as a pillow. She crossed one ankle over the other and smiled. Her gaze dropped down to where his finger lingered on her stomach momentarily, “N-no it was the best for me too.” She said.
Simon grinned. Finally, it happened and thankfully, wasn’t as awkward as he feared it would be. In fact, they returned to a place of comfort.
Unable to stop her smile, she then leaned her face closer to his and whispered; the quietest she’d been in the last thirty minutes, “Do you think the kids heard us?” She asked.
Simon’s expression blanked. Shit, they had kids. He forgot. In the past half hour, he forgot about the children and waking them up. Blinking, he reached his body over hers, and grabbed the baby monitor. Cherish pressed her head against his. At first there was faint static which was soon followed by a series of grunts; a lot of them. This was new, the kids had started to sleep through the night at six months old. Alas, it’d always been quiet after they’d fallen asleep.
Next time, they’d have to shut the door.
Simon turned those blues to her, “I think the boy wants to see you.” He whispered. A moment later Jr.’s choked cry echoed from the speaker. That was just the beginning of what was to come if she didn’t hurry into the room.
They both thought Simon was off the hook until Jasmine sat up in bed and looked around as though she was lost. She rubbed her little eye before she looked at Jr. and promptly began to cry with him, “DA-DEE!”
Simon groaned and pushed his head against the mattress. Now he had to get up too.
Cherish sighed before dragging herself from the bed, took her shirt, and wiped off daddy’s cum. Lazily, she left the bedroom and approached the kids’ rooms naked without a care.
Simon lazily got himself out of bed and pulled on a house robe.
Picking Jr. up from the crib, she shuffled over to the rocking chair, kicked her feet up, and hunkered down with her breast in his mouth. Unfortunately, she was far too tired to realize Jr. was on the same nipple that his father had tested minutes earlier. Rubbing his soft head, she stared down at him who peered up and sighed, “I love you, Simon.” She smiled rocking.
Jr. was half asleep, but his little hands still gripped into her even though his mouth half sucked. All he wanted was the comfort of his mother. Smiling gently, she craned her neck downward and kissed against his forehead.
Cherish stared at Simon and watched as he tended to their little girl. Jasmine didn’t need to eat, she only wanted to be cuddled and rocked back to sleep. Once in his arms, her eyes shut almost immediately the moment she laid her head against his fluffy collar. Soon, she was lulled back to sleep.
Watching Cherish with their son, he kissed along Jasmine’s head. Cherish had put up with so much to be with them and he cared for her deeply. The thought of her or Jasmine not being there pained him. He needed to say something. Not out of competition or playful pettiness but, honesty, “Hey Cherish, would you reconsider staying with us longer? I’m serious.”
Inhaling a deep breath, she cleared her throat. This was hard. She was stuck between what she wanted and what she thought she needed to do. So many thoughts ran through her head. Keeping a gentle hold on her big, little man’s head, Cherish rubbed her lips together, “How much longer are we talking? A few weeks or what?” She asked.
Simon watched her across the dark room. Her suggestion wasn’t close to his idea at all, “How about another year. Maybe two. Hell, even three. Forever. This separation doesn’t make sense. We’re going to be together in the end anyway.” He sighed. Looking away, he glanced to the side and continued, “You wanted to go to school and get a better job. I want those for you. I want to be there through all of it with you.” He whispered.
Her expression was torn with feelings and obligations. He was the man she’d fallen in love with through thier journey. Somewhere between buying underwear and watching the firsts of their children, she had fallen in love. Glancing down at Jr., she gathered her thoughts and stated how she felt, “I know, but what about the kids? I don’t want to be that person, but what if we don’t work out? What if it’s messy and we break up? Jasmine is going to believe you’re her dad. Jr. is going to hold onto me being his mother. What happens when we need to explain to them our circumstances? I don’t want to break their little hearts.” She said.
Simon hoped that she’d just agree but she had a level head on her shoulders. He’d always considered Jasmine was his. The thought of being apart from her was unbearable. The same as if someone tried to take his own baby boy. In only a year, Jasmine captured his heart with her little hands. From the first day he saw her, he was already completely hers.
He looked down and wet his lips. His mind was surprisingly calm after having incredible sex, but his heart put his stomach in knots. The risks were high and those he cared about most were on the line. He had everything to win or everything to lose. By the time he opened his mouth, he
found he’d held onto Jasmine a little tighter, “Look Cherish, you’re right, but we love each other. I’ve kept silent for far too long, but we both know you don’t want to leave and I’ve wanted to ask this for a while…” He sighed. He was pre-explaining too much. Staring at her, he took a few more steps towards her, “I want to adopt Jasmine. I always want to be her daddy, legally.” He whispered with a gentle nature.
Cherish watched every move he made. She could see Jasmine’s little lips parted, her eyes closed, and she was extremely content on his chest. In a way, she could sympathize, but adoption was a huge step in responsibility. He wanted to be Jasmine’s father and wanted to the paperwork that made it real. There was no doubt in her mind. She would let him.
She couldn’t help but stare down at Jr.’s face before lifting him up to her shoulder. Patting his back, she kissed against his cheek. His situation was delicate as well because he was Emily and Simon’s son. She didn’t want Simon to think that she wanted to replace the beautiful woman who made Jr., but this beautiful boy was her son, “I want you to be Jasmine’s father, she only sees you. What about Jr.?” She asked.
Simon already hoped that Cherish would want to be his mother eventually. He had become increasingly unsure when she decided to move. He flicked his gaze between them. To him, there was no one else he could think of to be Jr.’s mother after Emily. Jr. loved the ever-living hell out of Cherish and had since day one, “You’re the only person after Emily, that I see being Jr.’s mom. You know that, have some confidence in yourself. I don’t want to push you into anything but somehow, I can’t imagine him without you.” He expressed.
Cherish was ecstatic. Simon wanted her to be the mother of his son. It would be easy for them to go through with Jr., but Jasmine would be harder. Todd could still be out there. There was no way he wasn't alive. He wasn't into hard drugs and he didn't drink much. Thankfully for the fact that Jasmine could have been a crack baby. He was just a shitty person who had probably knocked some other poor girl up by now; who knew.