Chelle smiled sweetly at me, raising a finger to her lips. I nodded and backed out slowly, relieved I’d left my big ass boots by the kitchen door. I watched tenderly as my wife set our baby in her crib. She’d nearly outgrown it now. In no time, we’d have two girls running around the house. And then Pate would be in high school and I would be . . . old.
You’re an old man surrounded by sprightly young women, Mason. And that’s just fine.
The second she closed the nursery door, I pulled her into my arms. “You rode today?” she asked as I enveloped her in a hug. I knew she liked the smell of motor oil and exhaust coming off me after a ride.
She said it reminded her of when she’d first met me.
As usual, just seeing her got me all hot and bothered. And holding her in my arms . . . well, let’s just say I didn’t think I was ever going to need Viagra in my old age.
Not even if I lived to be a hundred.
“I need you, woman.”
She nodded and took my hand. I followed her into the bedroom and shut the door. That was it. I grabbed her, making her giggle as my hands roamed to her ass and my lips found her neck. I rubbed my beard against her sensitive skin, knowing how that drove her wild. She gasped and arched against me.
Houston, we have liftoff.
Thank the good lord my woman wanted me almost as much as I wanted her. She was red-blooded, just like I was. And we’d both spent so many years alone that our honeymoon phase was still alive and kickin’. Even with two kids in the house.
“Panties off,” I growled. “Now.”
She lifted her denim skirt and shimmied her panties down. I lifted her up and set her on the bed. Then I pounced, settling between her thighs for a nice, long snack. I groaned at the sweet and musky taste of her. I dragged my tongue up and down her pussy lips until she was wiggling for more.
“Mason!”
I shook my head as she tried to tug me up. I needed this. I needed to make her squeal.
I slipped a finger inside her and slid up, tonguing her clit before pulling it into my mouth. Her fingers threaded through my hair as I flicked my tongue rapidly. She was trying to hold back, I could tell. I slipped in another finger and hooked them, stroking her G-spot.
That did it.
My demure wife grabbed a pillow and held it over her face while she screamed. I snickered as I tongued her, knowing even in the throes of passion, she was a good mom, worried about waking the kids. I kept going until the tremors had slowed to a stop before I climbed up her body. I was grinning as I pulled the pillow away from her face.
“You are an evil man.”
I kissed her.
“You like me that way.”
I pulled my cock free of my jeans and rubbed it against her.
“Do you want to play some more?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?” I teased, pressing the tip of my cock against her slick lips.
“Yes, you jackass.”
She rocked her hips against me and it was my turn to groan. I slid inside her and held there, afraid it would be over before it began. She felt that good. I hoisted one long, silky thigh high and slid even further inside her.
Heaven. Being inside my wife was actual heaven.
I started to move, low, slow, deep thrusts, driving home again and again. I knew it wouldn’t be long but I had to wait until she was ready to come again. Thankfully, what we were doing was working on both of us.
I felt the first tug of her pussy as she bore down on me, clenching instinctively. I cursed as my body answered in kind, swelling and getting ready to pop.
“Fuck!” I screamed, unable to hold back. My balls turned over and let go, shooting my seed hard and fast. I kept thrusting, losing my tempo. Michelle’s hips rose up, not wanting to miss a drop. I felt her body sucking at me, wanting my seed deep inside her. Even though I was shooting blanks after my surgery, the primal urge to mate with her was still there.
I collapsed on top of her, kissing her neck and bare shoulder.
“My God, woman. What you do to me.”
She smiled happily, a dazed look on her face. We lay there in silence, waiting for the baby to cry. No one stirred.
“I guess that white noise machine works better than we thought.”
She giggled and curled into my side.
“It’s a good thing, too.” She rubbed my belly, and my cock bobbed a bit, waving hello to his favorite person. “You were even louder than usual.”
“Is that so?” I asked, tickling her a bit.