Loved With Color

The Tattooed Vixen brought us together and nothing will tear us apart.

Blake

Sliding into my wife is everything to me. She moans and wraps her legs around my waist. I circle my hips and her pussy clenches around my cock. Leaning down, I kiss her full, pouty lips. The thought of her being pregnant with my baby makes me feel about a thousand feet tall. Before I met Shaynah, nothing in my life mattered. I was doing what I thought I should be doing, instead of what called to me. Everything was black and white for me. When I walked into that tattoo shop everything changed for me. I finally saw things in technicolor and I owe it all to the only woman who has ever had my heart and my cock.

“Shay, baby. I love you,” I murmur into her ear before kissing her neck.

“I love you too husband,” she moans as I keep pounding into her. That is the first time I’ve heard her call me that and I fucking love it. I’m thrusting into her wildly at this point, I am about to come.

“Fuck, Shay. This pussy is amazing.”

“So is your cock. I’m gonna come,” she says urgently.

“Come for me. Soak my cock. Give me that sweet juice,” I demand.

She screams my name in her release, then her pussy tightens again drawing out my own orgasm.

I am very much looking forward to the rest of my life.

Epilogue

Ten Years Later

Blake

Every day with Shaynah is better than the last. In the last ten years we have had five kids and I am pretty much covered in ink. My beautiful wife is amazing at what she does. She’s added many more over the years as well. I have got a pretty good business going with Worthington’s Wares. I make any and furniture option you can think of. I’ve grown to the point of needing a warehouse with twenty full time carpenters.

Shay and I aren’t your typical parents. Those five kids are all boys. Blake III, Ryan, Jesse, Pete, and Neil are range in age from nine to three. Shaynah runs this household like a well-oiled machine. I am picking Jesse and Pete up from karate, while she is picking Blake and Ryan up football. Since it’s Friday, I will grab Neil from daycare and meet them at the pizza place we love, Taste of Italy.

Tomorrow is going to be a busy ass day thus the pizza tonight. We have two football games and two belt promotion tests. Jesse is moving from green to purple and Pete is going from yellow to green. The problem is that they are they at the same time. Neil is fussy and most definitely sleepy when I pick him up. This should be fun.

I ended up holding Neil all through dinner, but he fell asleep. Now we are home and the boys are showered and in bed. The older boys have to be at the field at nine. When I get out of the shower, she is lying on our bed, reading a book. Completely naked.

“Whatcha reading?” I ask. Most of our nights start out like this. She looks up from her book.

“The new one I told you about yesterday.”

“Is it good?”

“So good. So hot.”

“Really?”

“Yep.”

“Want me to leave you alone?” I ask chuckling.

“Just one more chapter,” she says going back to the book.

“Yeah, right,” I say jokingly.

“I promise,” she murmurs.

I lie down in bed on my stomach and kiss her slightly parted thighs. She sighs dramatically and sets her Kindle down.

“I could just go to sleep.”

“No, no. Let’s not be hasty,” she says parting her thighs more for me. I snake my tongue out and lick her clit.

“Shit. That feels good,” she moans.

“I’m just getting started, baby.”

After I fill her cunt to overflowing, I pull out of her and lie beside her. She cuddles up to my side and runs her fingers over my first tattoo on my chest, the one she drew. “I forgot to tell you earlier. I went to the doctor today.”

“Oh yeah, everything okay?”

“I’m pregnant again. I should have known. You’d think after five kids, I’d be able to tell the difference between the flu and pregnancy.”

“What?” I say sitting up.

“Yep. The sixth time is the charm,” she says yawning.

“Do you think we’ll get a girl this time?” I ask. It doesn’t really matter, but it’s been a running joke since Ryan was born.

“I think so,” she says, pulling the covers over us.

Nine months later, she was right. Desiree Worthington was born. She’s always right.

I love this woman and the family we’ve made together and I wouldn’t trade them for anything.