“No playing dirty, or I’ll do it right back to you, sunshine,” I groan out, but that doesn’t stop her from stroking my cock with the lips of her pussy a few more times.
“You wouldn’t do that. I know you, Fox. You like to give as good as you get.” I grab her hips, moving her up until she’s hovering over my face.
“You sure about that?” I murmur against her cunt, causing her to shiver.
“Don’t tease me,” she pleads. I should tease her like she did me when I walked in on her fucking her fingers, but the scent of her, the taste I want on my tongue, I know I won’t. Instead, I pull her body down on my face, and it’s not slow and steady. My tongue inside her pussy, my teeth grazing her clit, and my fingers massaging that one area she has yet to give me, but I know we’re working our way up to it. I work her up, making sure she’s right on the precipice of tipping over, then slowing down. She thought I wouldn’t tease her. My wife should know me better than that.
“No, Fox!” She grips my hair as she’s grinding down on me, riding my face, and I work her back up again. This time, I’m not stopping though. My cock is begging to sink inside her, and soon.
“Come for me, sunshine,” I moan against her pussy, redouble my efforts, inserting my finger inside her too. That’s when she comes, body shaking, moaning, and singing my praises. I don’t let her have a break for long.
“Hands and knees, Mrs. Adams.” I maneuver her body while she’s still flying high on her orgasm.
“You’re going to have to do the work. I think I’m dead.” She does what I ask though, and the second she’s in position, I line my cock up and glide inside her in one stroke.
“That’s fine. I got us, Melanie. Always,” I tell her as I thrust my cock in and out of her tight pussy.
“God, Fox, more. Don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop.” She’s rambling, knowing full well by the way her cunt is tightening on my dick that she’ll be coming, and soon.
“Use your fingers, Mel. Get yourself there so we can come together.” I bend over, kissing a path up her back while still fucking my wife, until I can latch onto her neck, sucking her skin, my hands still gripping her hips, and when Mel’s hand cups my balls, rolling them around in the palm of her hand, I’m fucking toast.
“Melanie,” I groan as I empty my cum inside her, hoping one day soon we’ll be creating a life together.
“Okay, now I really am dead, and I’m not moving, Mr. Adams,” she grouses into the pillow.
“Whatever you say, sunshine, whatever you say.” My body is lying on top of hers, attempting not to give her all my weight but wanting to stay inside her. I band my arm around her waist, rolling us so we’re on our sides, her pussy still latched onto my cock, and I know this won’t be the last time I take her tonight.
“I love you, Mel,” I whisper into her ear.
“And I love you.” Her head tips back, my lips seek hers, and I kiss her with every depth of my being, happy as fuck that I have her now and forever.
Epilogue
Melanie
Five Years Later
I watch from the back deck as Fox and Raven, our blue-eyed, dark-haired four-year-old little girl listens so intently to her father while they’re out on the beach building a sandcastle. The two of them are one and the same. Sure, Raven has some of my attributes, my eyes for one thing, definitely my emotions. That girl of mine can go from happy as a clam to one toy isn’t doing what she wants, and the tears bubble up. She also has a knack for music, more than I do, so I’m thinking she took that up from her grandfather. It still guts me that he’s gone. There are moments when I want to pick up the phone to tell him something that has happened in my life, or when Raven taught herself to play on one of his guitars, before I remember he isn’t there.
Gene is definitely helping ease the pain, making sure he’s at every birthday and coming down on vacations as much as he can. He’s a bit of a workaholic, something that will probably never change. Fox’s family comes down from time to time, usually when it’s cold in Virginia and they want a change of pace.
I watch as Raven stands up and Godzilla’s, exactly like the movie when her feet goes up, smashing the sandcastles she and Fox just built with her feet. Fox hangs his head in defeat. A chuckle bubbles up inside me. This is something Raven has done since the moment she could walk. I’m not sure what he was thinking, and honestly, she probably does it to aggravate him more than anything these days. Not that he’s really upset, not by the way he picks her up and hugs her to his chest as they make their way to me.