“Come for me,” he demands, and my body obeys his. I feel the loss of him, and I hate it. Slade does what he says he would, pulling out, and I feel his cum paint me. And when it hits my clit, I swear I’m coming with him again or it could be that my sneaky man knew I needed to come again, and he plunged two thick fingers inside me, prolonging both of our pleasure.
“God, Slade,” I breathe out. He falls down beside me, both of us exhausted from pleasure.
“I’m making that appointment this week. I’m tired of not feeling you come around me, and I really fucking hate condoms.”
I roll over, tucking myself into his side and say, “Thank you. I know we planned to have more children, but I love how close the kids are in age already. We have this awesome flow with us. We can just spoil our nieces or nephews from the Uncles that surround our children.” I say, kissing his throat. Slade’s hand curls around my body, grabbing my ass cheek and kneading it.
“I’m okay with this plan, plus I can get you drunk more often, and Goddamn do I love drunk sex with you.” His cock tries to come to life once more, but even it’s too tired to go again.
“I love you, Slade Chavez,” I murmur.
“And, I love you, Taylor Chavez.” He kisses me, and I slowly start to fall asleep. I feel Slade get up, then he cleans me off with a warm, wet cloth before sliding back into bed and wrapping me in his arms again, right where I love to be.