I dragged the tip of my nose up her thigh as I tightened my grip on her hips.
This was by far my favorite way to start our day. With my face firmly between my wife’s beautiful legs—listening to her muffled sounds of pleasure while she writhes and quietly begs for more.
I ran my tongue up her slit, purposely stopping before the swollen bud that was desperate for attention. I kissed the top of her mound and chuckled, my mouth still against her skin, when she tried to move my head where she wanted it.
“Griffin!” she whimpered.
“Yes?” I asked, innocently.
“You know what!” she hissed, fully awake now.
“I do?” I dragged my tongue over her puffy lips again, allowing the tip to lightly graze her clit, and smirked when I heard a frustrated growl from above.
“Are you trying to drive me mad?” she was up on her elbows now, glaring down at me.
“Tell me what you want,” I commanded with a lazy smirk. I loved forcing my wife to vocalize her desires, and she loved to make me fight for my victory.
“Make me come,” she demanded.
Over the past five years, I had pulled my beautiful wife out of her submissive shell and forced her to be my equal, in and out of the bedroom.
There was no room within our ‘empire’ that she could not command, no table at which she did not have a seat, and not a single man who would ever make decisions for her again.
Six months after Anna was born, she asked me to move into her condo with her while we designed and built our home. I had already made the necessary arrangements to be in Los Angeles more often than not and was thrilled that she was ready for the next step in our relationship.I proposed to herless than a month later, on the first anniversary of our first date, and we got married three months after that.
Ben had given us an unexpected wedding present; he allowed us to change Anna’s name to Bose. He said that it was important that her name match her mother’s and any future siblings. We had a small but sophisticated wedding, with the ocean as our backdrop, and our closest friends and family in attendance. Lily was, of course, her maid of honor, and Kyle was my best man; roles we’d be reversing only a few months later when they announced that they were eloping and needed us to bear witness.
Melanie dragged my attention back to the task before me with a sharp tug at my short hair. I growled and raised an eyebrow, she smirked, “come here, I need you inside me.”
She crooked her finger at me, and I slid up her body, letting my lips trail across her soft skin, pausing only to kiss the barely noticeable swell where she was growing our third child, before continuing to her very noticeably swollen breasts and hardened nipples.
I took my time teasing her breasts, her little moans and curses, like music to my ears. Finally, I released her nipple and heldmyself over her; our eyes were lined up, and I felt a familiar warmth fill my chest as I stared into hers.
She was, without a doubt, the love of my life.
It had not always been the easiest road, and we had survived our fair share of struggles. Ben’s trial had been a particularly rough period, not only because it meant her privacy was repeatedly invaded by the secrets that were revealed, but because the final verdict meant Anna would be ten years old before Ben was able to truly be a father to her, something that we both felt equal amounts of relief and sadness over. As she healed from the scars of that relationship, she had to learn to trust—not only in us—but herself again. In the beginning, I found myself chasing after this woman more than once when her fears took over, something I vowed to do as many times as it took, because I couldn’t imagine a life where she wasn’t mine.
“I love you.” She whispered, her eyes shining with love and lust.
“And I love you,” I replied.
I reached between us with one hand to grab my throbbing cock, as I lowered my lips to hers, and guided my tip along her soaked slit. She moaned softly against my lips as my leaking head grazed her clit. Unable to wait even a second longer, I lined myself up with her entrance and thrusted into her.
I shuddered as her walls relaxed just enough to allow me passage and groaned when her warm core tightened around me again. I took a moment to allow us both to adjust to the feeling of being connected as one. She wrapped her legs around me and tilted her hips up, her core squeezed me like a vice as I set a steady pace, my head rubbed against her G-spot over and over again.
“Come for me.” I demanded and circled her clit with my finger. Her eyes widened and her body trembled.
“Don’t stop.” She moaned.
“Come. Now.” I groaned as my release poured into her, and hers flooded me.
I gently fell to my side and pulled her with me as I rolled onto my back. We had both been reduced to quivering, panting, sticky messes.
“Good morning.” She mumbled against my chest with an adorable giggle.
“Good morning, my love, and happy push day.”
Every year, on Anna and Liam’s birthdays, I started the day by giving Melanie a ‘push present’. A tradition I had started in the hospital when Anna was born, after all the excitement had died down—that year I gifted her and Anna matching bracelets with their birthstones and little diamond hearts. This year, forAnna’s fifth birthday, I had booked a weeklong vacation for the two of us that would serve as a baby moon and her push present.
