At home, I help Peony into her pajamas and read her a story while Zara nurses Kenan. He’s practically in a breast-milk coma by the time they’re finished. She lays him down in his crib.
Zara goes to say good night to Peony, and I watch my sleeping son for a few minutes.
“Sweet dreams, little man,” I tell him. He doesn’t stir.
I turn on the baby monitor and walk to Zara’s and my bedroom. Zara is in the bathroom, so I shuck off my clothes and climb under the covers. I’m checking my socials when she walks into the bedroom wearing lacy panties and a see-through fuchsia slip that barely brushes the tops of her thighs.
And damn, my wife is even sexier than normal, and normally she’s sexy as hell.
I put my phone on the nightstand, almost missing it because I can’t take my eyes off Zara. “I haven’t seen that outfit before.”
“It’s new. You like?” She does a little twirl, the skirt flaring around her hips, and I’m rewarded with a glimpse of her smooth stomach.
“I do. I love you naked too.” The corner of my mouth slips up to one side, the thoughts of getting my hands on my wife making my cock excited. It presses into the loose sheet, tenting the cotton.
I toss the sheet aside and stride over to the most gorgeous woman in the world. The ends of her multiple braids rest on top of her breasts. I sweep the braids aside, revealing the thin strap holding up her slip.
Zara’s rose-brown nipples tempt me through the purple gauze. I slide the strap over her shoulder and nudge it down her arm. I do the same with the other strap, and the slip falls and pools around her ankles.
I trace my finger along the fullness of her breasts and circle her nipple. Zara’s breath hitches, and I can’t help the smile that curves on my lips. She never fails to respond to my touches, to let me know how much she craves them.
She knots her fingers in my hair and lightly tugs, sending a rush of desire between my legs. “God, Garrett. I want you so badly inside me.”
I also want that—in a moment.
I thread my fingers with hers and lead her to the bed. “Sit.” I point where I want her.
Zara grins. “Always so bossy.”
She sits on the edge of the bed, and I kneel in front of her. I hook my fingers on the waistband of her panties and peel them down her legs.
Eager to taste her, I toss the panties to the side and lift her leg onto my shoulder, opening her up to me. I lick along her pussy and flick her clit with my tongue.
“Oh, Garrett…” she moans, her head falling back, lengthening her neck. Her very kissable neck.
“Enjoying that, Golden Girl?” I grin at the woman who is squirming on the bed, clearly desperate for sweet relief. I know that sign only too well.
She lifts her head, her eyes bright, a sexy one-sided smile on her face. “Definitely.”
I push a finger inside her and curve it how I know she likes it. I’m rewarded with a groan, and I withdraw my finger part way. I thrust it in and out, in and out, and add a second one, stretching her soft heat. My tongue continues to tease her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
She writhes under my touch, bucking against my mouth, her needy moans wanton. Her soft heat grips me tightly, begs me to not remove my fingers from inside her.
“Oh. God. Garrett.” Her voice is quiet so not to wake up the kids, and she bites on her bottom lip as if trying to keep from crying out loud.
Her heat convulses around my fingers as she falls apart under me. An endless wave of aftershocks tells me I hit the right spot as always with her. She flops back on the bed, looking dazed and happy and thoroughly satiated.
I unhook her leg from my shoulder and give her a moment to recover. Then we scoot farther up the mattress.
I lie next to her, and a sly smile lifts my mouth.
She pushes me onto my back and shifts down so her mouth is at the tip of my cock. She opens those sweet, lush lips of hers and takes my tip into her mouth. Her fingers lightly squeeze my balls.
I run my fingers along her cheek, appreciating the view of my wife consuming me this way, of her performing her magic. I watch her until I can’t keep it together any longer. My thread of control is rapidly stretching just short of the point of no return.
“I need to be inside you. Now.” My words ride on a stuttering breath.
Zara releases me, and before she can move or say anything, I have her on her back, my body positioned between her legs. I take a second to absorb the beauty in front of me.
Her ripe lips part, begging for me to kiss her. So, I do. Thoroughly.
I position my cock at her entrance and ease my way in.
Then I make slow, soul-shattering love to my beautiful wife. Telling her without words she is my forever. Today. Tomorrow.
And for all eternity.
