Something So Perfect (Something So 2)

“What time is it?” Matthew asks me while planting butterfly kisses on my neck.

“It’s clean up time,” I answer while I place a hand around his shoulder, bringing him closer to me.

“Is anyone home?” I hear my father yell from the front door.

“Poppy!” all my kids say, running out of the room.

“So I was thinking we could have some alone time, so I called your father, who is taking them for the night.” Matthew pulls his face from my neck. “What do you think, babe? Me, you, bubble bath?”

“The last time you had that plan we almost flooded the bathroom.”

I smile when I think of all the towels it took to clean up the mess.

“That was actually your fault.” His hands come up from my waist to cup my breasts. “You rode me so hard you splashed all the water out of the tub.”

I don’t have time to answer him since my father comes in carrying both girls in his arms. “Okay, I’m going to get this one dressed,” he says to Vivi. “And then we are going to go to Chuck E Cheese’s,” he says and the kids lose their shit.

“Dad, please don’t bring home any more knick-knacks. Seriously.” I try to get up, but Matthew holds me on his lap. When I feel his hard cock under me, I understand why.

“Honey, you can’t tell a grandparent not to spoil your children.” He looks at us both. “Now excuse us while we go and have fun without you two.”

“Dad, please don’t make them eat ice cream too late!” I yell at his retreating back while he walks away, saying ice cream for everyone. I shake my head, looking back at my husband.

“Your father almost saw my huge dick,” Matthew says while I put my head on his shoulder. “That’s awkward, right?” Now it’s my turn to bury my face into his neck, giggling.

“Momma.” The girls run back into the room together, Vivienne finally dressed. “We go.” Her chubby baby arms wrap around my neck while Francis goes to see Matthew. “Don’t be sad, we come back.” She puts her head on Matthew’s shoulder.

We kiss them both goodbye along with Cooper, who walks in the room with the ‘I’m forced to come back’ look.

We get up from the playroom and walk upstairs, ignoring the flour footsteps that are all over the house.

“You tired, babe?” Matthew asks while in our bedroom.

Family pictures are scattered all over the place. Matthew’s idea, not mine. Actually there are frames everywhere. It’s his thing that I made peace with. If he likes a picture it’s in a frame. There are three big picture frames in our room, of each child’s first ultrasound.

“I could use a shower,” I tell him, pulling my shirt over my head, standing here in front of him with my yoga pants and white plain bra. Gone are the days of sexing it up. Now don’t get me wrong. I still have a whole drawer full of lacy, frilly things. I just don’t wear them on a normal basis. Luckily running after three kids has kept the weight off of me, but my body is different. My hips are fuller, my breasts less perky, and guess what, I love my body. Well, not as much as Matthew does, but just about.

“I could use a shower also.” He winks at me, walking past me to the bathroom where he opens the glass shower door. Once the rain shower starts working he pulls his shorts down, showing me all of him. It’s been seven years we’ve been together and he still takes my breath away. His body is on point with all the training he does. “You see something you like, babe?” His hands go straight to his thick cock that’s already ready to party.

I peel my pants off, unsnapping my bra, letting it fall from my shoulders. “You’re okay to look at,” I say, walking past him into the shower, the water the perfect temperature.

Another thing my neurotic husband did was install the perfect water gauge. I let the water fall over my shoulders, putting my neck forward. I don’t hear the door open and Matthew step in, but I feel him on my back, his hands cupping my breasts, rolling my nipples. I moan out, my hands going to the back where I fist him in my hands, stroking his cock. He leans over, kissing my neck while his hands travel down with the stream of water, his fingers running over my landing strip right before they roll over my clit and his fingers enter me. My head now falls back on his shoulder, my fist moving at the same speed as his fingers in me.

“Missed you, babe.” I turn my head to meet his lips, our kiss like coming home every single time. His tongue twirls with mine, our mouths hungry. The hand that isn’t stroking him leans back to pull his hair.