“I’m sorry, I thought I would last longer.” Shit, I threw her onto her back, being as careful as I could be, and pounded her to orgasm as the first of my seed flew out of my balls. That set some shit off inside her, and she damn near tore my ears off the side of my head when she gripped them and pulled my head around so she could reach my lips.
I throbbed the last of my seed inside her as our tongues mated, and our hearts raced out of synch. “I love you, Justine,” I tell her that so much she must be tired of hearing it by now, but damn if she doesn’t pull it out of me. She wrapped her legs around my ass and her arms around my neck and looked into my eyes as she gave the words back to me. “And I love you.”
I ended up falling asleep still buried inside her though I had the good sense to position my body so that I wasn’t crushing her. My little darling is going to be up in another couple hours with her shit, and daddy is going to be on duty again. I’m no fool. I know that a woman needs time for her body to heal after giving birth, and that shit can take much longer according to how much help she gets.
I’ve been working from home since we brought the baby home and the only thing Justine has had to do in the last month and a half is sit while I or one of the kids bring the baby to her. She gets a massage once a week, her nail technician comes to the house to take care of her, and that damn Janelle is here at least twice a week with her shit. Samantha, too, has taken to dropping in, and the three of them are thick as thieves.
I haven’t seen nor heard anything from Janine in a while, but from what I heard, she’s found a new target for her bullshit, which is fine by me. My wife made some kind of sighing noise in her sleep and shifted, and I ended up with her tit in my mouth. I suckled her for a little bit promising myself not to take too much. I wonder what she thinks about having another baby in about nine months? I hear Irish twins are the in thing.
The End