“Justin!”
“I’m the luckiest man in the world,” he gasped, surging desperately against her, into her.
She thrust against him. “Please.”
His control rapidly slipping, he stilled her. “Slow.”
She shook her head and grabbed him. “I want you now.”
He loved having her hands on his buttocks, but he yanked them away. Glaring at her playfully, he reared back again then pushed in with agonizing slowness.
“Ooh, Justin…” she cooed.
“Yes.”
He continued riding her easily, slowly. She may be wet and soft, but her sex wouldn’t yield right away. Punishingly tight. No matter. He could look in her outraged eyes forever, listen to her startled gasps as he wrung, and brought her pleasure with every painfully slow stroke. Her face was scrunched tight, but he was hard and getting harder, just from looking at her. He thrust into her even more slowly. He looked down at where they were joined, at his cock slick and dripping with her honey.
“Justin, oh, god.” Her sob was a thick, wet sound.
“Just Justin, love.”
“More,” she begged, her hips moving frantically. This time the bed groaned under them, and she froze.
He smirked at her. “Trust me, wife.”
“You’re so evil; you know that?”
He chuckled and continued his tender assault. Valerie wept. “Justin, please.”
He could get drunk on the wonderful, pleading noises she was making. Could not get enough how his languid pace was unraveling her so beautifully. But his control began to slip, and he groaned, slowly giving in to his body's demands. She begged, shrieked, ”Oh, god, Justin, yes-yes-yes-yes!”
It was a lance to the quiet of the night. Justin smirked, but he kissed her again to smother her cries, his tongue dancing against hers. The bed was loud enough, but they could manage, he thought, so long as he didn’t have sex with her in that usual, delicious rough way. He didn’t want her screams to draw unwanted attention to them, though it was indeed a huge ego boost when she did.
Sweat dotted his forehead and slid down his back as he strained and struggled to make love to her carefully, gently, so as to soften the squeaks of the bed. But she was clearly not having any of that. Her legs climbed to his sides before wrapping around his waist. She tore her lips away from his kiss to look at him, her eyes silver-black with hunger as she forced him to move in a rapid, breathtaking pace that nearly had his own eyes crossing at how glorious it felt. He surrendered to her, thrusting into her hard and fast. The squeaking got louder until they were annoying, metallic whines. Though both were on the verge, Justin forced himself to stop.
“What are you doing?” Valerie snapped, a deep, vivid pink all over. He almost laughed if not for the tension gripping him.
“Don’t move.”
“What?”
He grabbed her legs and spread them wide. He let himself bask in the sight of her sex so wet, so pink and swollen before flattening his hands under her hard thighs and grunting at her again to stay still. She looked mutinous, so sexy, and he groaned as he hardened impossibly. Gasping, he told her to hold on; to what, he didn’t care, but she was going to stay still, and she had to trust him to do all the work.
Her whisper was sweet, her voice shaky with desire. “Okay, Justin.”
He kissed her passionately. “God, I love you so much.”
They resumed their lovemaking - Valerie’s nails digging the edge of the couch as Justin, keeping her thighs spread and flat with his hands, moved in slow, measured strokes. That softened the bed, somewhat, but not completely. Valerie drank the sight of him - slick with sweat, beautiful in the silver night. She knots and tangled strings, her breath chirping out of her constricted lungs. She couldn’t stop herself from begging him again, to take her, really take her. Justin, feeling that he was less than a couple of strokes away from finding release, let go of one of her thighs and pressed his fingers against her clit. Valerie shot off the couch, eyes rolling to the back of her head.
Justin managed a tight smile. “Hell, wife.“
“Justin, please!” She begged him again.
It took all of his control to get her to come first. It was worth it. She jerked and rippled violently as if her body were limp and tossed in a stormy sea. Still keeping his fingers on her clit, he joined her, fucking her five more times before his name was torn from her lips. Justin couldn’t stop the cry unleashed from his throat as his own release followed mere moments later. As they came down from the high, he kissed her sweaty forehead, pressed himself closer to her, clutched her before slumping heavily on top of her. She sighed happily, playing with the sweat-dampened locks of his hair. He rose on his elbows and kissed her long and deep on the mouth before rolling to his side. They were covered in each other's sweat.
“Well,” she said, still panting. “I guess slow is good too.”
“Really worth it to get you so desperate for my cock,” Justin agreed, handing her back the pants. He simply pulled up his pants from his knees while Valerie pushed one leg inside then another. She lowered her tank from where it was gathered at her throat. Justin tossed away his damp shirt.
He opened his arms, and she snuggled to his chest, breathing it in the warm, musky smell of his skin, rubbing her nose against the still-damp curls on his chest. Justin smiled sleepily at her motions, wishing he could take her again right away. Fucking Valerie slowly had taken a lot more effort than he thought. He made a mental reminder to take her this way again once they got home.
As he drifted to sleep, Valerie, yawning, muttered, “I thought we weren’t going to have sex outside our bedroom, for now, husband.” She put an arm around his waist and buried her face in the nook between his armpit and chest. Her legs hung past the edge of the sofa bed, so she curled them.
He tightened his hold on her. “You did ask me to make love to you by the sea.”
She giggled. “What a champ.”
Despite being sleepy, his grin was still smug. “Of course. I’m perfect.”
“You sure are not.”
Justin, just a few breaths away from sleep, murmured, “Tell me, wife.”
Valerie pushed herself up and looked at him, boyish in his approaching slumber. Her heart clenched in a way that it only did with him. Placing her lips near his ear, she whispered, “I love you, Justin.”
He smiled, his eyes closed, and she kissed him before returning to his arms. Heavy weights pressed on her eyelids, so she closed them.
“Tell me again, wife.”
“I love you.”
Thirteen
Years of waking up early in the morning meant Donald had no need for an alarm clock. He plucked out the buds from his ears as he sat up, yawning. A couple of stretches here and there, and he felt ready for the day. He threw on a robe and eagerly went to check on his grandsons.
The children were still asleep - it was still early, anyway. Donald smiled tenderly at their golden heads and gentle, sleeping forms. Except for the blue eyes, the boys had all taken after their father. He remembered a time from very long ago when he felt the same excitement on mornings like this, so he checked on a sleeping Justin. The children even slept like their father - half on their side, half on their stomach. It looked like an uncomfortable, twisting position, but they were breathing evenly, unstirring as the floorboards creaked under Donald’s weight when he walked to the door.
To get to the kitchen, he had to pass by the den. Deliberately, he softened his steps approaching the room.
There it was. The unmistakable rustle of a blanket and the slight squeak from the sofa bed. His ears picked up Justin’s sleepy rumblings, soon followed by Valerie’s deep, slow sighs. For the first time, Donald could feel his ears flushing as Justin’s voice reached him.
“Open your legs,” he said softly. “I want you.”
“Not so loud - “ Valerie’s protest was interrupted by a wet sound that Donald knew too well. A long, satisfied sigh reached him, followed by the famili
ar sound of bodies brushing each other, skins meeting, mouths colliding. Then Justin uttered something shockingly vulgar that had Valerie, even more surprising, groaning in agreement. Good god, that was probably the secret to Valerie birthing twins twice. Donald quickly retreated back to his room, not wanting to know anything more about the private moments shared between his son and his wife.
He gave it ten minutes, then two more before he deemed enough time had passed for Justin and Valerie to finish that morning ritual of theirs. He headed for the den, just in time to see Valerie sit up with her back to him. Justin followed, kissing her shoulders and nape, still talking.
Donald was hungry and damn them if they were going to keep him from breakfast any longer. “Good morning,” he said casually as he walked past.
Valerie gasped and whirled around to face him, stammering a greeting. Donald didn’t need his glasses to know what had just happened. Justin, unperturbed, shot back with a too-cheerful reply. Donald continued his way to the kitchen.
Hannah was already there, wearing headphones and in the midst of cooking a big breakfast. She looked relieved upon seeing him. “Oh, thank god. Are they done?”
Donald was shocked. “How long have you been awake?”
“Long enough. You were good to advise me about these.” She said, gesturing at her headphones before sliding them off. “I managed to put them on last night just as I was hearing them going at it. A very vigorous couple, they are.” She winked at Donald before turning on the blender. “It’s a good thing Valerie is no delicate lily. I’m surprised they only have four children.”
“Good morning,” Justin’s voice rang out. He looked happy and smug. He had Colin and Kenneth in his arms. “Need any help, Aunt Hannah?”
“Could you wash the strawberries? I’m making strawberry pancakes.”
“My favorite!” Justin exclaimed as he set the twins down on chairs next to their grandfather. Hannah beamed at him.
“Hello, good morning,” Valerie’s breathless voice called out from the door. Tyler was in her arms, yawning, while Leo was already wide awake and following behind her. Her hair was now brushed back though her eyes were still heavy-lidded, and her face a deep pink. “Oh, is that coffee?”
“Help yourself, dear.” Hannah offered.
Hannah and Donald exchanged a look as they noticed Justin squinting at Valerie as she bent to put Tyler on a chair. Valerie was wearing a bulky robe, so there wasn’t much to see. Justin clearly thought otherwise. His gaze was that of a starving man. Then Valerie turned around, clearly unaware of her effect on her husband, and asked Hannah for what she could do. Hannah asked her to set the table.
Breakfast was filled with much passing around of food, lively conversation, and laughter. Hannah couldn’t stop doting on the children, and she wished in her mind that her son would grow up and find a girl so she could have her own grandchildren. Donald caught Justin and Valerie exchanging a tender, intimate look and found himself missing Amy. He had looked at her in the same way too, in that disbelieving, admiring way. He wished she were beside him now, seeing what he was seeing.
Valerie surprised Justin and everyone when she brought his hand to her lips and kissed it. Once again, clueless about her effect on people, she resumed eating and turning to her children, each demanding her attention. She made sure to listen and give her full focus on all four.
It was such an ordinary thing, yet nothing had ever been so with Valerie. She made the mundane so intriguing and compelling to watch. And as she got up to get the pot of coffee because everyone needed a refill, Justin’s eyes were once again drawn to her. She was not graceful, she would never be fluid nor smooth, yet everything about her called to him - perhaps even sang to him. He would never know why, Justin thought, smiling at her when she returned carrying the pot. She smiled back.
But one thing Justin knew was this: every day; there was another reason to fall harder in love with his Valerie.
The End
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