I lifted my head, resting on my chin as I looked up at her and grinned. “How about next time we grab some frosting, and I’ll let you work on me?” Ariel licked her lips, and my cock flexed inside her, making me groan.
A knock broke the heady atmosphere and reminded us that we weren’t as alone as we felt. “Go away,” I growled loudly. “We’re busy working!”
“Working? If that’s work, you’re doing it wrong,” Belle snorted from the other side of the door. Another deep voice rumbled something, and I assumed it was Griffith. “What? I’m just saying,” she replied innocently to whatever he’d said.
I sighed and pulled out of my wife’s warmth but smiled widely when I heard the high-pitched squeal of my baby girl. Ariel and I dressed quickly, then once I was satisfied that she was covered up, with the exception of her panties in my pocket, I opened the door.
Ariel rushed out and scooped Faith out of Belle’s arms and started cooing lovingly. She acted as though they’d been apart for months, and it was cute as hell. As I watched them, and pictured our life in seven months when we’d have another little one, I would double dog dare anyone to find a more perfect life than ours.