“Jesucristo.” My hand fists around his length, not ready to take him in my mouth yet.
“What’s wrong? Can’t handle it? Do you need the pillow this time?” I joke, noticing the fire in his eyes from the hall light he didn’t turn off before coming back to bed. I usually complain about any source of brightness or the fact that it’s wasting electricity, but right now, it shows me just what Mateo is thinking, and I know I’m not going to be using my mouth at all.
“I’m going to show you who can’t handle it.” This time, I’m maneuvered onto my hands and knees, his body behind mine, that cock of Mateo’s I love so much at my entrance.
“Please,” I groan, my hips thrusting back to him as he rocks into me.
“Luna,” he murmurs into my ear as he surrounds my body, my back to his front, our hands linked on the mattress, our bodies moving together the way they always are. Our love for each other just seems to go deeper every day, and with Mateo making love to me like he is right now, needing to fully touch me at every moment, it only gets better.
“Mateo.” I thank God for those Kegel exercises I’ve been doing with Carolina because they are definitely coming in handy right about now. The need to feel him come inside me supersedes everything. Mateo and I decided after our second child that she would be our last one. He didn’t want me to go through any more after experiencing another rough pregnancy. Mateo took matters into his own hands, booked an appointment, and had a vasectomy. I rolled my eyes at him, because seriously, I could have had my tubes tied just as easily right after Carolina was born.
“Come for me, mi diosa.” One of his hands leaves mine, and I know it’s traveling to my clit.
“Oh God.” My face nosedives into the pillow once again when Mateo does something he hasn’t before. Instead of pinching my clit, he smacks my pussy. My legs give out, and I come harder than I did earlier tonight, and as his cum paints the inside of me, a shiver runs through my body, causing me to clench around his cock again.
“You’re going to kill me one day.” He falls to the side, taking me with him so we’re still connected but now on our sides. He lazily slides in and out of me, and if he’s not careful, I’ll be ready to go again.
“The feeling is entirely mutual. I thought you were down for the count. Did I sleep through the baby monitor?” I ask him. He moves my hair away from my neck, and his lips kiss the underside of my ear.
“Yeah, but it wasn’t because she was screaming. I could hear her move more than normal, so I got up with her. I’m thinking Carolina is like her momma, needing a little bit of one-on-one attention.” I slap his hip even though I know he’s teasing. Mateo isn’t wrong—we all love the attention he showers us with. It’s his presence alone some days, and other days it’s how he’ll take time out of his day to spend some one-on-one time with the kids, or our night out that we had earlier.
“Thank you. You’re the best father and husband I could ever hope for and dream of. I love you.” I tilt my head, needing to kiss him.
“Nothing to thank me for, mi diosa. I love you with every breath of air I have to give.” His lips meet mine. It’s a bit awkward in this position, so it doesn’t last long, not only that, a yawn takes over, and I know I’m five minutes from falling asleep.
“Get some sleep, Luna. I’ll clean you up and turn the light off.” He kisses my neck again and takes care of everything while I slowly drift off to sleep with a heart so full it’s bursting at the seams.
Epilogue
Cruz
Five Years Later
I’m sitting on the sand, Sailor on one side of me, Carolina on the other. Luna is still dead to the world asleep. We have a system—she gets up with them on Saturday mornings so I can get out and hit the waves early, and Sunday mornings are hers, when she prefers to sleep. Not that I’m complaining. I kept her up late last night. Her body needs more sleep than mine. Most of that is thanks to my surfing lifestyle and then my time working for Uncle Sam in the Navy Seals. It’s just ingrained in me now. It works out for the best. You see, we have two children who love the ocean as much as I do, especially Sailor, who’s more like me each and every day in not only his dirty blonde hair and eyes but the way he took to a surfboard at an early age. It was amazing even though Luna’s eyes were bugged out and she was worried. I didn’t leave his side the entire time, and even now, when he gets on his own board that I made for him, lightweight and the perfect size for him, I still make sure I’m near him. Carolina prefers to ride with me, and as soon as Luna wakes up, we’ll be doing just that.