“Jesus, Hartley.”
On her knees, the softness of her hands swept over my flexing abdomen before pulling the length of my steel-hard erection between her lips. I tugged at her hair.
With a slow, teasing slide of her tongue across the head of my cock, I gave her a low groan of satisfaction, already sensing the heaviness creeping through my balls. “Baby, I’m gonna come way too quickly if you don’t slow down.” Her eyes looking into mine, she ignored my plea, only sucking harder. She reached behind me and grabbed my ass, urging me deeper, the sudden change in my breathing pattern her warning that I was close to filling her mouth with semen.
Seconds from erupting, I pulled back.
“Bend over the dresser.” I gave the two photos of our boys a quick push to the side, eyeing the bakery box on the corner.
“Interesting,” I uttered, knowing exactly how I’d put that to use at a later time.
I reached for her thighs, spreading them apart, and buried my tongue inside the heated slit of her sweet, bare pussy, thrusting deep, looking at her lust-filled gaze in the mirror.
“Best fucking birthday present ever, baby.” I reached for her slick mound and rubbed her clit, easing back up her thighs and pushing my heavy erection inside her. Charging through her heated sex, I held onto her hips, thrusting a little deeper and harder each time, my load shooting up my dick.
“Now,” I whispered, pressing my thumb against her clit as I filled her with my release. Seconds later, she was there with me, crying out with her own orgasm.
Our breathing slowed and I pulled her up, turning her around and kissing her slowly.
“Dear Christ. I love you, Hartley.”
****
With two little monkeys minutes away from home after a trip to the zoo, we quickly dressed and went downstairs. Life was amazing. We had everything. Our twins, Noah and Derek, with another on the way, brought more happiness than I could have ever wished for. I wasn’t a good man. I’d committed the ultimate sin, and I’d do it again to protect my family. But right now, I was living for the day with a woman I adored. Two dark-headed toddler boys who gained pleasure from pelting me with ice cold, water-filled plastic water guns that I’d lay my life down for. Lots of tickling and dirty faces. Even more squeals and sloppy kisses. Headaches were still a frequent in my life, but I tolerated them.
****
“Can we watch the red sun tonight, Daddy? Will we go blind if we look at it? Will we need a big dog to help us walk?” I was teaching both my sons to appreciate the natural beauty in things that didn’t cost a fucking cent. Didn’t have to buy in some high-end store or take hours assembling. Simply the blue skies, changing of the trees and seasons, and most importantly the spectacular sunsets that turned to the same deep shade of crimson I’d watched in awe for years. Something holding a power so great, it didn’t seem possible. One of Mother Nature’s most beautiful gifts. My boys didn’t quite grasp the concept of it all yet, but one they would. I’d make sure of it.
“We absolutely can, son,” I answered. “And I don’t think you’ll go blind. Not if you don’t stare for too long. Maybe we’ll look into that big dog, just the same.”
Later, the boys were both tucked in tight. I pulled a sleeping Hartley against me, listening to her breath against my shoulder, muttering my first prayer ever. Thanking the big man upstairs for all this. Sending me the love of my life and an amazing family. Something was so huge in all this, that some days I had to give myself a shake to make sure I wasn’t dreaming, and that the miracles in front of me weren’t a figment of my imagination.
The freckle-nosed girl from middle school.
Now my wife. My lover. The mother of my children, and most importantly, the deepest friend I could ever imagine. The woman who brought me to a place I never thought I’d find.
Home…
The End
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