I lean back and lick my lips as I stare at her reddened nipples. She reaches out and wipes my chin with what I can feel is escaped milk. I smile at her and she smiles at me sweetly, rubbing her hand down my face.
When her back is eased for the moment I go back to her pussy and give her another orgasm. When she cums, this time I watch as the tiny milky drops release from her and roll onto her belly. I spread them around and smear them into her skin, knowing I’ll kiss her here later and she’ll be sweet.
“I’m so fat everywhere,” she complains, rocking her hips slowly.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Now more than ever.” She gasps as I take her off my cock and carry her in my arms to our bedroom.
“I still have another hour before I have to come back to bed,” she whines and pokes out her bottom lip.
“You can get up after I lick your pussy,” I say and kiss her sweetly. “But you know I can’t have my milk without my cookies.”
She smiles as I lay her down and then move between her legs. She’s got pillows piled up behind her but she still can hardly see me eat her pussy over her belly.
I don’t waste any time getting between her thighs and licking up her syrup until she cums again. I grip my cock tight and jack it off to the sounds of her pleasure. When I’m close I sit up and hold the tip against her clit so I can coat her pussy with it. She moans and wiggles under me as she feels the pulses of my release against her clit.
“There.” I smear it all over her and even push some inside. But we both know this leads to more play that will keep us in here all day.
“I’m full again,” she calls, her hands moving over her swollen breasts.
I nod as I kneel on the side of the bed, ready to do my duty as her husband and claim my right as the father of our child. I leave one hand between her legs, petting her clit as I suck one nipple and then the other. Her small hand wraps around my cock and we both take time to play until I’m inside her again.
There’s no rush and no place to be as I enjoy the newfound pleasures of my wife. Our lives are already so full and happy that I can’t imagine it can get any better, but soon enough we’ll meet the next chapter of our lives. As long as I’m on this earth with my Zara by my side, nothing can keep me from having the life I always dreamed of.
Epilogue
Zara
Six years later …
I look down at the clipboard in my hand, making sure I double-check my count on supplies. It’s wilderness day and that means the campers are really going to be camping tonight. No air-conditioned cabins for them. As much as I love getting down and dirty out in the woods with my man, I need my air conditioning. I do not envy their night. I know they will have fun. The kids at Camp Hardwood always do, but it isn't the kind of fun I like having at the end of the night.
“You new?” I hear someone ask, making me turn to glance over my shoulder at the two boys I haven't met yet. I know they’re new hires. Moose does a check on every hire that comes to Camp Hardwood. I saw their folders on his desk with pictures attached. I’m a curious thing and I always go looking through anything and everything so I read their files. Not that my husband would care. He knows how I am. He’s always there to make sure I don’t get myself into any messes. If I do, he’s quick to clean them up or save me from myself. He’s perfect like that. And all mine.
“Nope,” I answer. I glance back down at the clipboard, signing the bottom so Mrs. Cyprus knows the supplies were double-checked. It’s not surprising the boys don’t know who I am. I don’t come to camp a ton. I occasionally come down to help from time to time when I get cabin fever. Which isn't often. I like being home with my husband and son. I also enjoy helping at Camp Hardwood and being a part of the team, so even when I don’t have cabin fever I make myself come down and join in. Plus, Moose is doing a safety check for Mr. Cyprus. I don't have to worry about my son at the moment. He’s with Tia, who is making cookies. The girl isn't only good with cooking, she has a special touch when it comes to kids too.
“So you work here?” one of them asks. I can’t remember his or the other one’s names. I just recall their faces from the pictures. I turn back around because I hear one of them step closer to me. I’m beside one of the cabins where all the supplies are laid out. They just need to be bagged, which they will make the campers do before they all head out.
“Kinda,” I answer, dropping the clipboard down to my side. I cock my head to look at them. “You can’t go camping in that.” I don’t know if they’re here to see if I was done doing my check. They are both in flip-flops, swim trunks and lifeguard shirts. It’s a hike out to the site and flip-flops won't cut it.
“Lifeguard.” The boy points to his puffed-out chest. I have to fight not to laugh. Moose is easily two times bigger than him. I don’t want to hurt the poor boy’s ego, but he really should get lost before Moose comes back.
“Water’s over there.” I nod toward the lake. What is he doing over here then? Other than bothering me. I guess he isn't bothering me. I’m done with my check. I wonder if there is something else I can handle for Mrs. Cyprus while I wait for Moose to get back. I’m going to steal my husband away for a few hours while Tia watches our son. We’re in the middle of working on a second baby.
“You should come for a swim.” He takes another step toward me. Oh shit.
“No thanks. I don’t have a swimsuit with me.” I take a step back.
“You don't need one. In fact—” His words are cut off as Moose’s hand lands on his shoulder, stopping him from talking. We all know he was going to say I could skinny dip. I have done that a few times. Only with Moose, though. After he made sure there wasn't a soul around. The man could get jealous of fish. “Hey Moose.” The young man tries to jerk from Moose’s hold but he gets nowhere. If Moose wants you somewhere, that’s where you’ll be. Period.
“You talking to my wife?” he growls. I feel bad for the guy when his face goes white as a ghost.
“Leave the poor boy alone,” I tell my husband. I can tell from the glint in his eyes he doesn't want to.
“I-I…” The boy stumbles over his words. “Didn't know she was your wife,” he finally gets out. Of course the boy knows Moose is married. He tells anyone who will listen. That wedding ring never leaves his finger. It always warms me when I hear him talking about me. From how he talks you'd think he’d found an angel in the woods the day he found me.
“Come play with me.” I wink at Moose, knowing I’m the only thing that can save the guy. “Tia is watching our son,” I remind him. He lets go of the boy, who runs off with his friend as fast as possible, yelling sorry as he goes.
I fight a laugh because I know Moose doesn't find this as funny as I do. The man is all kinds of possessive. The only person he shares me with is our son, who is a mini-Moose himself. No wonder I got so big when I was knocked up. I’m sure our next will be as big. I’m also sure it will be a boy.
“Come make another baby with me,” I bait. He’s on me before I can finish what I’m saying, throwing me over his shoulder. I laugh as he stomps off into the woods with me. I’ll never get over how much my man loves and needs me. I eat up all of it.