“A few minutes go. I checked on the girls. They are both asleep.”
“Yeah. We went with Lily and the kids to the pool today. They wore themselves out.” I want to wear her out. I watch her pat Cormac’s back before handing him to me. She fixes her bra, tucking her tits in. I watch milk squirt from them as they go back in the nursing bra.
“Come on, little man. Time for you to nap so daddy can get his turn to feed.” She hears me and blushes. It always does something to me when her face heats up from my words. All of the things we have done, she still can get shy. Walking next to her ear, I whisper in it. “Be naked little one. Daddy has missed his pussy, and I want it open and ready for me.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Three years and she can bring me to my knees with that response. I put my strong solid boy in his crib, kissing his head. When I know his monitor is set and his bed is secure, I shut the door and head to my wife. As expected, she is on the bed, naked, legs spread with her hands pulling on her tits, priming them so when I suck, they shoot her sweet cream into my mouth.
First, I have to kiss the mouth that makes me calm and reminds me to be careful with her. It’s slow, sensual, and full of promise. Our hands rediscovering one another after days apart. I take my time, savoring the nectar from between her legs, dipping my fingers in and out of her core, making sure to gather some of the syrup and use it to slide up and down her slit and play with her clit. I keep her on edge for a bit, relishing her sounds, and pleading. “Don’t stop, Daddy. Please,” she asks, moving against my face. When I feel her pussy contract against my tongue, I know she is about to go over. Kissing her thigh, I pull back, move to her stomach and kiss my baby. The love we share is growing and nesting right here.
Moving further up, my tongue loves each of her nipples, and she whines and writhes under me, spurring me on, trying to force me to pound myself in and out of her, giving her the release she needs multiple times a day. Greedy, pregnant pussy. “I know, baby. I know. I just want to love you right now.” I whisper before sliding into her, while our mouths mate in a slow dance. Making love to her like this always makes me cum faster because my dick, heart, emotions, and mind work in tandem to think of nothing but her and all she has given me.
Don’t misunderstand me; I love to rut her fertile ass and exert my control. But those times are for Daddy. I will always make sure she gets off and feels loved, but the ‘fuck’ is for me. The love is for her. “I love you so much, baby. Thank you.” I say before my hips continue to grind against her clit, her keening octave getting louder as she closes in on the precipice. I feel the lightning forming in my balls, and I know I am about to go with her. “It’s okay, my love. Come with me.” our lips find one another, and we fall off this beautiful waterfall together, clinging to one another like a life raft. Little does she know; she is my life vest. Without her, I drown. She kisses me one last time before she lays on her side with her head on my chest.
In my arms is my everything, and this home is not only my heart but my hearth. She has given me life when I had none. Giving me purpose when all I wanted was nothing. She single-handedly turned my life upside down and gave me a reason to live. For that, I will always treat her like my princess, my soulmate, my queen.