I grin at the picture in my head.
My wife with her wild curls sticking every which way, the baby at her breast, the cats clawing into diapers all over the place, bottles and binkies rolling all around the bed, the twins using me as a landing strip for their acrobatics because they’re never happy unless they scare us to death at least once a day —twice, if there’s too much sugar in them— Jonny chattering a mile a minute, jumping up and down and Mira alternately trying to act like a perfect little lady and all-around big sister, helping us and playing babysitter to them all and then wailing louder than her baby brother when one of her little sisters stole her tablet and attempted to cast a different cartoon on our large flat screen.
Fuck, I love my life.
It’s a total mess and there’s no peace and quiet to be had unless we ship our rug rats to Mike’s and Livvie’s place for a few hours, but I wouldn’t trade our happiness for the world.
There’s so much love, so much joy in us that, sometimes, when I think about how my life used to be, I can hardly persuade myself that things really went that way.
It doesn’t happen that often that I really think about those blank five years without her, I’m too busy being happy in the now with the love of my life and our babies.
After initially screwing us over, fate has been really good to us and I trust things will only get better with time, there’s no other way for us to be but happy: we love each other too much for anything else no matter what difficulties might sprout in our path.
Said love of my life is growing a bit restless in her sleep and my cock gets a reminder of the fact I might have forced a pair of boxers on it, but she’s still not wearing a stitch of clothing.
I smile down at her, my hands slowly caressing the supple warm skin of her back as my eyes roam lovingly over her body.
Kenna has always been soft and round all over, like a pinup model from a bygone era. She used to forever complain over her shapely figure when it was just the two of us, no matter how many times I told her I lived to worship her curves, especially those wonderful tits that she was so self-conscious about. I did manage to convince her I loved everything about her —I’m nothing if not determined when I have to make an important point, but every time she got pregnant and filled out a bit more, she would go shy on me again, that’s where we’re at right now.
She’s having a little trouble putting away the baby weight this time around and she’s feeling a little sensitive about her body. Which is fucking insane if you ask me, I think she’s too hot for words with her plumper, tauter tits, thicker thighs, and bigger hips, but girls will be girls!
I’ll fuck her hard and deep until I get her to see reason before she starts talking about dieting and making herself sick to be pretty for me like she did after we had the twins. It won’t take me long to persuade her of the truth in my words: she knows how much I love her, how fucking hard she makes me and how much I enjoy her new curves as much as I did her old ones if not more, my babydoll just needs a little reminder now and then that every single one of those soft, luscious dips and bends has a story to tell and adds another chapter to our happiness.
Kenna whimpers in her sleep, her hips moving as she presses her thigh onto my hard dick and I muffle a groan against her neck as my erection jerks back to full mast.
Her eyes flutter open and she looks at me contritely, biting her full lower lip. “Did I fall asleep on you?”
I nod, kissing her shoulder.
She sighs turning into my chest until we’re face to face. “Was it during a good part?” she asks, sounding kind of hopeful.
I chuckle, shaking my head. “Hardly, love. I barely had you on the bed before you were out like a light.”
She pouts. “Damn, I thought we had at least had some fun first.”
I plop myself on one elbow and grin down at her. “Why? Have you been dreaming up stuff?” I ask.
She flushes pink from her throat to her forehead and nods.
Damn, I fucking love that despite all the dirty things we do to each other she still can blush like this over the most innocent stuff ever.
I move one of my hands between us and immediately go for her heat. She’s wet and scalding hot and gasps at the barest touch of my fingers.
“Fuck, you are sopping wet for me. Do you need me, babydoll?” I ask.
Truth is, we both need it bad: we haven’t fucked once today and unless you count her period —which anyway we kind of manage to work around, getting creative— or the times she’s had to heal after a new baby, on a day to day basis this is a fucking record for us.
“Yes, Wyatt, yes, I need you,” she says, her hands gripping the comforter and pulling it higher over the bare slopes of her shoulders until only her face is showing, belying her words of desire.
I roll on top of her under the sheets, then pull her hands away from the duvet. I bring both of them to my mouth and kiss her fingers. “None of this hiding shit, my love. You are the most beautiful woman in the world and I need to see all of you.”
She sighs, staring up at me, her huge dark blue eyes wide and unsure.
I stroke the side of her face. “You are, and I’m not going to say: you are to me as in to me alone, because that would be a lie since you also happen to be plenty beautiful in the eyes of one too many motherfucking bastards who have nothing better to do than to ogle my wife, apparently,” I grumble. Not yesterday I had to send a couple of them twenty something losers running because they were hitting on her.
Kenna giggles, her hands coming up to rub all over my beard —she’s fucking obsessed with it, loves it and she’s always petting and kissing it, to the point that if it wasn’t attached to my own face, I’d be fucking jealous.
“You are such a possessive caveman!”
I smirk down at her. “Possessive mountain man, maybe: no caves around here.”
My wife slaps at my chest, laughing.
“So can I?” I ask. “I really need to see those lush tits of yours and my pussy while I fuck you, baby.”
I find that while she’s feeling timid like this, my tried and true way of just ripping shit off her doesn’t work and it’s much better if she shows me on her own.
Kenna closes her eyes and with a sighs pushes the comforter down. I help her kick it completely away along with the sheets until there’s nothing between us but our heat.
I kiss her nose, her lips. “Good girl… you are so very very beautiful, I’m dying to get my cock inside of you. Now open those pretty eyes for me and tell me what you want.”
She slowly looks at me, her body blushing all the way.
“I want you inside now, no waiting, no teasing, nothing. Just get inside me, please, love,” she begs.
My hard, aching cock lurches painfully between us.
Fuck, I love it when she begs, it makes me so fucking hard. We’re barely doing anything sexual and I’m already desperate to cum.
I pull her closer and throw her legs on either side of my waist. “On it, babydoll, I need my cock in your tight, sweet cunt just as much as you do, ” I whisper on her lips before I merge our mouths in a deep kiss just as I sink myself all the way in the hot, welcoming snug grip of her pussy, swallowing her cries as fast as they come as I start to fuck her hard, just like we both need.