Married to my Dad’s Best Friend

I look at the creamy flesh of her inner thighs, the pink glow of her sex dripping with excitement. I lower my head and taste the smooth, glistening skin of her outer folds. She moans as I move my tongue around, exploring all of her. When I get to her clit, she lifts her hips to meet me. As I suckle at the sensitive spot, she grabs the back of my head and starts to fuck my face. I dip my long tongue inside of her, letting the rocking motion of her body guide me in.

In no time she’s coming and I’m drinking up every drop of her.

There’s no way I can hold back any longer. I need to be inside my wife.

My wife.

Those two simple words turn me on more than I can express.

She grabs my dick and guides me into her. I don’t know how long I can hold out, but I do my best not to blow my load right then and there. I want our wedding night to be a memorable one. Not show her the two-pump-chump side of me.

I glide into her, calming my breath, trying to settle down. Once my head is on straight and I know I’m not going to come right away, I find a motion that seems to work for the both of us. It’s not about getting her off, but about making her feel good. I want her to feel beautiful, and special, and loved in this moment. I look into her stunning eyes and see so much love reflected in them. I want her to see the same thing when I look into hers.

“I love you so much,” I tell her as I smooth her hair back.

Her smile eats away at my resolve. “I love you too. More than anything.”

I rock into her, harder, faster. I want to make her feel loved, but I also want her to feel good and fucked by the time I’m done with her.

Her moans grow louder, which spur me on. She’s so wet that there’s only warmth and smooth skin gliding across each other. It feels amazing.

“Are you on birth control?” I ask her.

She looks up at me like she’s nervous. We’ve talked about wanting to start a family, but we haven’t decided when. I don’t see why we couldn’t have it all right now. The company is thriving and will only get better.

“No, I stopped taking the pill when we started talking about a family.”

“Good,” I say just as I explode into her with one last hard thrust.

I stay inside of her and lay across her chest. She brushes her fingers through my hair.

“Are you trying to get me pregnant?” she says with a sexy little laugh.

“Absolutely. You’ll make a wonderful mother.”

“And you’ll be a great father. I hope our babies look like you.”

“And I hope they look like you.”

She laughs. “I hope they look like mix of both of us.”

“In that case, they’ll be the best-looking kids around.”

She laughs. Her voice goes soft when she talks. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Savanna.”

Epilogue

Savanna

I watch Lonnie sit outside on the porch swing with our one-year-old daughter on his lap, her chubby cheek squished against his shoulder. She drools a little and it’s so cute seeing the two of them, I can’t help but laugh. Lonnie looks like he’s about ready to pass out too. It’s been a long week. It’s hard to believe it’s only been a year since we had our daughter and hired more lawyers at the firm so we could both spend more time at home. Six months ago we sold the apartment in the city and moved out into the country to raise our child. It’s all been amazing. A dream come true.

I step out onto the porch. Our view is like something out of a painting. Our home sits high on a hill overlooking the landscape. At night, when the city lights come on, it’s truly magical. But right now, the best view is of my family. I and sit next to Lonnie on the swing. He gives me a lazy smile and says, “This little nugget is out.”

“I see that.” I wipe the sweaty hair from her eyes. She’s wearing a onesie, overalls, and her hair in a pony tail that sticks straight up. “Why don’t we take her upstairs and put her to bed.”

I can tell he’s reluctant to let her go. She’s such a daddy’s girl, and he’s just as attached. She’s his mini-me. They look just alike with their dark hair and crystal blue eyes.

He stands up, careful not to wake her, and we walk upstairs to her nursery. He lays her down in her crib and turns on the mobile with little plush sheep dangling from it. It plays a soothing lullaby.

We stand there a moment, marveling at the beautiful little girl that we created together. My heart feels like it could burst open with the amount of pressure from the love I feel right now. I can’t imagine life getting any better than this. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been I my life.