“You stinky daddy,” Zia says without looking away from the tv.
“I know baby. I’ll take care of it,” I say laughing as I leave the room and head towards the master bathroom. Zia keeps me on my toes. I never know what’s going to come out of that mouth. She is the spitting image of her mama. I am going to be in so much trouble in about twelve years, I just know it.
“Babe, are you okay,” I ask walking into the room. I see her standing in front of the sink.
“Oh yeah, just perfect,” she says before brushing her teeth. “How was practice?” she asks. I hate that I wasn’t with her when she feels like this.
“Long, boring and I’m pretty sure I broke my thumb. Do you need to go to the doctor?” I ask. She is paler than usual and I don’t like it.
“Nah. I’m fine now. And again, really with the thumb?” she asks kissing me. I love her lips on mine. Good thing I get to kiss her for the rest of my life.
“I can move it, but it’s bruised, so we’ll see what it looks like in the morning. Oh, did I tell you I love you yet today?” I ask kissing her again. She really is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me.
“About fifty times, but it just so happens that I love you too. Dinner is almost ready,” she says going out into the kitchen. I hop into the shower. Once done, I am feeling much more human and less stinky as my baby girl put it.
After dinner, we put the kids to bed. It’s a long process, but we get through the baths and the stories in record time tonight. The girls were tired, which bodes well for us. They should all sleep through the night. Tymber didn’t want a nanny and we only use babysitters when we have to. Even then, it’s usually one of our mothers or her sisters. They have finally started treating Tymber with the respect she deserves. No more pitying looks over pot roast.
I all but drag her to our room. Undressing her slowly, I pull her down to the bed and move over her. I kiss every inch of her body, my hard cock digging into either her or the mattress. She has only gotten more beautiful with each baby she gives me. Her curves are amazing and I can’t get enough of them. I trace them with my tongue. Her moans are almost too much for me.
“Hayden, please. I need to come. I’ve missed you all day,” she begs.
“You don’t have to beg me, Tymber. I’ll always give you whatever you need.” I kiss her with everything in me. I love this woman more than life itself. I’d do anything for her.
“Promise?”
“Promise,” I reply, kissing down the column of her throat, her chest, her rounded belly. I gently pull her clit into my mouth and slide two fingers into her slowly.
“Oh, God,” she moans. I coax her orgasm from her before sliding my cock into her wet cunt.
Rising up on my knees, I slam into her over and over, giving her just what she needs. What we need. I feel her pussy clench around my cock and I come with her, filling her already full womb with my seed. I’ll never get tired of this woman.
Everything we’ve done has been at hyper-speed. We met and fell in love on the same day and then got married barely a week later. Our story is unique and it’s our own. I wouldn’t change a fucking thing.
After several hours of taking her again and again, she falls asleep in my arms, just where she belongs.
Signing up for Let’s Try Love was both the easiest and the best decision I’ve ever made. Because of her, the next fifty plus years will be better than I ever thought possible.