We’ve spent the last year raising our two sons and daughter in the penthouse downtown while we searched for the perfect place. It didn’t take long for us to realize we couldn’t find the perfect place, but we could find the perfect spot. We knew where we wanted to be and about how much land we wanted, and once we found that I had a construction team get to work. We built our dream home, and although it took time, we’re finally here.
We brought the kids home today and it’s the first night they’re in their new rooms. My mom is staying in her wing of the house tonight for the first time as well, since we asked her to live with us. It was Brooklyn’s idea, after my mom constantly wanted to be with the triplets and helped us out during Brooklyn’s recovery. We’re the only family she has left, so it made sense. I had them build a whole section of the house just for her, and she cried the day we showed it to her.
I didn’t realize how starved for family Brooklyn was until we were married and expecting. Ever since the babies arrived it’s like a switch has been flipped for her. She’s finally able to have what she always wanted and be surrounded by people that truly love her because of who she is.
“Are you happy with the bed?”
She laughs and nods as I crawl on it to join her. We debated over our bed for weeks until she found the perfect one. It’s big enough that our entire family could sleep in it if she wants it that way, but also perfect for our nighttime mattress dancing.
“Good.” I push back the covers and climb on top of her and she spreads her legs. “I think we should break it in just to be sure. Don’t you think?”
“You’re probably right. We should give it a thorough once-over before we pass the warranty date.” She licks her lips and I grin as I move down her body and push her knees apart.
“Buttercup, what I’m about to do to you on here is going to void that warranty.”
She moans as I kiss the small patch of curls on her mound and then slide my tongue between her lips.
Her thighs fall open all the way as she rocks her hips up to meet my mouth. Her favorite thing in the world is my mouth on her pussy and I can’t say I disagree. I push two fingers inside of her as I slick my tongue over her clit and then suck on it. She’s slippery already and I glide in and out of her easily. Her grip on my hair tightens as I get my pinky wet and then slide it to her back entrance. I press into her just a bit and she releases my hair to claw at the sheets. I smile as I lick her pussy and keep playing with her.
This little treat drives her wild, and the sight of her coming undone gives me just as much pleasure as it does her. I grind my cock into the mattress to relieve some of the ache, but it does no good. I’m hard and heavy for her, and there won’t be relief until I’m inside her tight cunt.
“Dash, oh god, I’m right there.”
“Where are you, Buttercup?” I curl my fingers in her pussy just a little and rub that special spot she likes most. She cries out and rocks her hips to try and get that last little edge. “You’re going to wait for me, aren’t you?”
“No.” She shakes her head back and forth on the pillow. “Just make me cum again later. Don’t make me wait.” She whines and grabs my hair again to hold me in place.
I have to hold back a laugh at seeing her so close to her climax. She always gets bossy when I’ve got her like this, but I love it. “As you wish.”
With one flick of my tongue across her clit, she cries out and her body tenses. She falls over into paradise and her pleasure is my own. Her body is flush and her nipples are tight as I watch her cum for me. There’s nothing sexier than seeing my wife lost to her desire.
“Remember what you said.” I kiss my way up her body and thrust into her still-pulsing pussy in one long stroke. “You’re going to cum again for me.”
“I can’t,” she moans as she lies on the bed, splayed out and boneless.
“You will.” I lean down and suck on the tight peak of her nipple as I thrust harder.
“Dash,” she moans and I feel her legs wrap around my waist.
“That’s my girl.”
In the end, she gives me what I want, but it’s really what we’re both after: her pleasure.