“Orgasms. So many orgasms. I even beat off in the shower earlier so I wouldn’t blow my load the second I got inside you.”
“How considerate.”
“It was. Some might even call it romantic.”
“Hmm. It depends on what you were thinking about while you were masturbating.”
“You, of course. More specifically, you riding my cock, your tits in my face, leaking milk as you come.”
“I don’t know who appreciates my milky breasts more: you or our daughter.”
I stand and scoop her up into my arms. “Me. Definitely me. I can’t explain it. It does for me what squirting does for other men.”
“Mommy issues,” she sasses.
“Ten swats on the ass for that one.” I set her down next to the bed and pull her dress down her arms. It falls to the floor, pooling at her feet, revealing the sexiest lingerie I’ve ever seen.
The delicate lace bra is see-through, exposing her rosy nipples. She complains that her tits have shrunk with each baby, but she’s wrong. They just get so much bigger when she’s pregnant. My mouth hangs open as I trail my gaze down the rest of her body. She’s thicker than she was before Kai, but all it did was make me want her more. I’m obsessed with every inch of her body, and I make damn sure she knows it.
The matching panties are the same delicate lace, so I can clearly see her bare cunt, making my mouth water. I circle my finger, and she turns around slowly, giving me time to look my fill. The lace hugs the top of her ass cheeks before disappearing between them. No granny panties tonight, though she could wear long underwear and I’d still want to get inside them.
“I can’t believe you’re mine. It feels like a fucking dream.”
“You’re ridiculous. You see me all the time. This morning, if I remember correctly.”
“Oh, I know you remember.”
The smile she gives me is one I only see when we’re like this, alone and baring ourselves to each other, and I scoop her up in my arms and kiss the living daylights out of her. Her lips part for me the way they always do, but it never gets old. I know every inch of her mouth, but there’s never a time I don’t want to taste her.
I palm her breast, thankful there’s no padding separating our skin. Her nipple puckers and leaks a little, dampening my hand. I know it makes me a kinky fucker to like her milky tits, and I know it doesn’t do anything for her, but she likes turning me on, so she feeds into my desires. Like I said, I’m a lucky son of a bitch.
“This is just the beginning, you know?” I say more than ask as I lay her down, parting her thighs.
“The beginning of what?” She sucks in a sharp breath when I latch onto her lace-covered pussy.
“Our life together. We have so much to look forward to, and when our youth and our kids are gone, I’ll be damned happy I still have you.” I swirl my thumb over her clit, gazing down at my bride.
“I’ll be happy too, husband. Risking frostbite was the best choice I ever made.”
I lower back down and drag my tongue up her slit. “I have to agree. Though I’m glad you didn’t lose a finger.”
“Me too. Now, make me come.” She grabs my head and presses me against her wet cunt. Fuck, I love it when she gets bossy.
“Always, sweetheart.”
THE END
