by Alyse Zaftig
“Happy birthday, sweetheart.” I smiled at her. “Nessa and I brought you breakfast in bed. We made it ourselves.”
She sniffed. “Are those pancakes I smell?”
“Yup! I made them, Mommy!” Nessa pounced into her mother’s arms. Amelia kissed her little head.
“That’s very good of you, baby girl.” She met my eyes. I winked.
“Guess what else we have planned for today?”
“What is it, baby?”
“Uncle Drew is going to take me to the newest IMAX movie so I can see all the pandas!”
“Oh, is that so?” I never got tired of watching my wife smile. Never. It was like watching the best sunrise on Earth.
“Yup! Uncle Drew says that I can buy all the pandas I want after.”
“Uncle Drew spoils you rotten, almost as much as your grandfather does.” After the cancer, Mr. Boyd had tried to spend a lot more time with his daughter, his new granddaughter, and his new son-in-law. We built him his own annex to the house for him to stay in when he was with us. He was in DC right now. She shook her head. “I’m going to have to have a talk with that boy.”
“Don’t! He’ll stop feeding me chocolate.”
“That means I need to do it even more.”
“Noooo!!!” Our little girl howled, the beginning of a tantrum. “Doooon’t!”
A car horn honked outside.
“I think Drew’s here.”
Our little girl had been up since 4 AM, bouncing around. I had helped her get dressed in orange leggings with a yellow dress, like lemon and orange together. Tantrum over, she ran down to the door, and I watched her put on her Velcro sneakers all by herself. Soon, she’d be able to do everything on her own. It seemed like yesterday that we had brought her home from the hospital after Amelia went through labor for 5 hours, but Vanessa had shot up like a weed since then. I felt like she shot up when I wasn’t looking. She was so inquisitive, and she had boundless energy, which I loved. I was very glad that Drew had agreed to take her for a little while on Amelia’s birthday, though.
I ran up the stairs, already excited about what I could give my wife for her birthday.
I walked in, and I saw her eat a strawberry.
"Thank you for giving me strawberries and cream with my pancakes. You remembered," she said, her eyes soft.
"Only the best for you, babe." I kissed her mouth. "I confess to ulterior motives, though."
"Oh?" She arched an eyebrow. "What kind of dastardly schemes are you up to?"
I carefully took the tray out of her lap, and I rolled us so that she was on top.
"First, I'm going to lick all the cream off of your mouth."
I licked the edges. I took her mouth in a deep kiss, and she moaned as my tongue penetrated her and stroked the inside of her mouth.
I unwrapped her from her dress robe like a birthday present. Having her on top of me gave me all kinds of access. I looked at her breasts, which, even after breastfeeding our child, were full and beautiful.
I sucked at her nipple, and she moaned, riding me but not taking me inside of her since my clothes were in the way. Her head fell back from the pleasure.
I bit, and she hissed a little bit from the pain. I spun us so that her back was against the sheets, and I stopped. I went for the nightstand.
She sat up. “What are you doing?"
I sprayed her with the whipped cream that I had carried upstairs. First, I covered her breasts with it. Then, I sprayed it in a line straight down the center of her body. I covered her mound with whipped cream, making a snowy mountain out of it.
I started licking it off of her breasts. I could hear her panting quickly. Her eyes were closed. She arched her back so that she could push her breasts closer to my warm mouth.
I licked the cream off of her stomach, admiring the womanly curve. I paid special attention to her belly button, then I continued downwards.
She bucked her hips up, and I caught them and pushed them back down.
"Be careful. You'll get whipped cream everywhere."
"You're washing the sheets if I do. This was your idea."
I smiled at her sass. "Whatever you say, babe. It's your birthday. And I want some cake."
I split her thighs apart quickly so that I could get access to where I wanted to go. I kissed the tops of her inner thighs before I licked whipped cream off of her clit. Her hips jerked forward.
I paid special attention to her mound. From the way that she was squirming beneath my tongue, I could see that she was enjoying it.
I could taste her juices mixing with the whipped cream. I slid a finger inside of her without any kind of trouble. She was so wet that some of it was already dripping on the sheets.
I touched the spot on her front wall, the G-spot that I knew made her go wild. She began fucking my finger like a wild woman, taking it as deep inside of her body as it could possibly go. Her muscles clenched around my finger, and the fluttering made me want to be inside of her. I could wait, though. This time was for her.
She gasped for air as she came down from her orgasm. I thought that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Granted, I was biased. She was naked, I had just licked half of a can of whipped cream off of her, and I was married to her. What could I say? She was the complete package.
"Take off your clothes."
I took off my shirt, and her hands drifted gently on the ridges of my abs. Her hands drifted to the smooth plane under my navel, and I sucked in a breath.
My pants were tented, and I undid the button quickly. I unzipped, and I pushed my boxers and pants down impatiently. My cock was hard and ready to go.
"I want to use the whipped cream now."
She picked up the can from the bed, and she sprayed a ton of whipped cream on top of my dick. Gravity pulled it downwards. At this point, we were going to have to give up the sheets for lost. Everything that we were doing was just getting them messier, and these stains were not going to come out.
She licked the base of my cock before heading for my balls. They were aching from not releasing into her luscious form, and she used her hand to make me even harder. She kissed my balls, then she turned her attention to the tip of my cock.
"Ahh..." I moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. "Supposed to be for you."
"It is for me. I like this. I love you."
"Love you, too," I panted. I felt my muscles contracting. I pulled away from her. "I want to come inside of you, not your mouth."
In response, she pulled away and flipped on her stomach. She bent her knees under her so that her ass was pointing up at me like an offering. This was our favorite position, one that we used probably three times out of five. I could go so deep inside of her like this.
I pushed my cock inside of her, just an inch. She pushed her hips back. Instead of teasing her like I normally would, I let her press herself on my dick, taking the whole thing inside of her greedy body. Her muscles clenched around me, and I gritted my teeth to hold back.
I withdrew, and I pulsed as I pushed into her body again. I wasn't going to last long like this. Though she had already orgasmed, I wanted her to come with me. I liked it when we climaxed simultaneously. My hand slid around her front to touch her clit, still slick my saliva, her juices, and the remnants of the whipped cream.
"Come with me, honey.”
I felt her body get tense below mine, and I rammed into her now, close to my orgasm and ready to find it. Our headboard slammed against the wall, a little bit of it breaking off. I'd buy a new one later. The sex was worth it.
I groaned as I released into her body. My come leaked out of her opening, and I watched it slide down her thighs and drip on the sheets.
"You're so sexy, babe. I am so lucky to have a woman like you."
I pulled out of her, and I pulled her into my arms. I kissed her passionately, mimicking what we had just done with our bodies with my tongue. We were both breathing hard.
"I want to take a shower," she said, tossing her hair over
one shoulder. "I'm so sticky now."
I got out of bed, and I pulled her thick legs towards me. I loved touching her silk-smooth skin, and the indent of her muscle on the outside of her thigh was a place that I loved to lick. I bit it gently now, and I was gratified to hear a sharp intake of breath. It filled my stomach with warmth.
I picked her up, and I pulled her into our shower. It was built for shower sex more than anything. My tiny shower in the old house was completely inadequate for everything that we did under the spray of warm water.
I put her on her feet, and I spun her around so that her front was pushed against the tile. I pinched the side of her breast, and my other hand went to grope the sweet juncture of her thighs.
I could feel myself getting hard again, soon after the last time.
I admired the smooth curve of her back and the sweet flare of her hips. I traced it with a single finger. That hand went around to her front to touch her clit. I rubbed quickly against it, and she humped my hand. It was trapped between her and the tile.
I pulled it out, and I parted her ass cheeks with my hands. I stroked my dick, and I brought the tip to her. She moaned as she felt me press against her without entering. I could feel a shiver go down her spine.
"Put your hands above your head, palms on the tile" I commanded quietly.
She put them up quickly. I plunged into her. She cried out at the sudden stretch. She felt tight around me, and she pulsed and pulsed again around my dick. No matter how long we were together, I could not get enough of her. If anything, my desire for her just grew over time with every day that we spent together.
I fucked her like that, pressed against the wall, the water falling on us like a benediction. I grunted as I set a demanding pace, taking as much as she could give me, taking everything that I wanted from her delicious body.
She shouted as she came from my cock, and the milking sensations made me come inside of her uncontrollably. I emptied myself inside of her.
I was still hard. With a sigh, I pulled out of her body. She spun around, and she pushed me to sit on the little ledge in our shower. She straddled my lap, and she kissed me as she stroked my dick. She sank on my rod, and my eyes were closed. I grunted a little as she took the whole length inside of her. We were both going to be sore after this, but it was absolutely worth it.
She bit my neck, and my entire world fell into a white fire. Despite the water being set the the warm side, it felt cold on my heated skin. She bit the other side of my neck, and I could not stop myself from releasing inside of her body. She rode me still, my come leaking out from her onto my thighs, and she threw her head back. Her face when she orgasmed was one of my favorite sights in the world. She spasmed around my cock, and I loved the feeling of her body clenching around mine.
She pulled herself off of me slowly, and we both sighed as our bodies pulled apart.
"You're amazing," I told her. "You're the most wonderful woman in the entire world."
She smiled, and she kissed me softly. We kissed and kissed and kissed under the gentle fall of the water. I knew that getting a tankless water heater had driven up our water bill, because the water could never go cold.
"I love showering with you, but there is a lot to say about a nice, soft bed." I bit her shoulder. "Let's towel off."
We got big fluffy towels from our rack, and we dried each other off quickly. I tugged her back into our room.
I lay on my back, and she came and straddled my body. She leaned down so that our mouths could meet. We kissed.
She went down my body, and I could feel myself getting harder just thinking about my wife’s mouth coming onto my body.
“You know what we haven’t done in a while?” I was surprised, because her warm mouth wasn’t enveloping my hard cock, but I propped myself up on an elbow.
“What, babe?”
“Because our little girl is in the house, we have not gotten too wild.”
“What do you have in mind?”
She just smiled.
“Catch me.” She ran out of our bedroom, totally naked and completely free. I got up and ran after her, a little more slowly. She went quickly down the stairs, and she went to the kitchen. I could hear the sound of her opening something.
I grinned and ran faster.
She pulled out a tray of ice cubes. She patted the counter. Come here, she said.
I sat on our granite countertop. I was glad that we had paid for quality in our kitchen. It was definitely something that we had tested time and time again.
She popped one out. She knelt on the ground. Her head was at the level of my thighs.
She touched her tongue to the head. It felt so warm. Then, she brought the ice cube to touch where she had gone. I hissed as I felt the cold where her warmth had been.
Then her mouth was there, and I felt like my body was on fire. I could feel my precome come to the tip of my cock, and I felt her swallow it.
I shouted as she applied the ice cube lower. She immediately touched her tongue there, and I could not hold back my release.
It got in her hair. She pulled a chunk of it, looked at my seed in it, and told me, “If you make a mess, you have to clean it up.”
I pulled her into my arms, and I kissed her deeply, probing her mouth with my tongue. I slid off of the countertop, and I threw her over my shoulder. I ran up the stairs with the speed of a hungry cheetah. When I got inside of our bathroom, I put her down on her feet again.
I turned on the spray, and I washed her hair gently. We had learned each other’s bodies over the years, and I knew how to give her a scalp massage that melted her into a warm puddle in my arms. She moaned as if we were having sex, but I was only touching her head, rubbing gently but firmly in circles.
When her hair was clean, we wrapped ourselves up in towels to dry off. We went back to our bed and lay on our backs.
“I’m exhausted. You wore me out.”
She propped herself up on an elbow. “Me? You’re the sex maniac. My god, you are insatiable.”
My hand crept to her smooth, bare upper thigh. “You love it.”
“I do. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
She rolled so that her naked body was on top of me. She was so soft and warm. I was out of commission for a little while, but I put my hands on her back, feeling the curve of her hips going into her small waist.
“We should do this more often. Maybe we should hire a babysitter. We’ve been so careful about Nessa, but there are perfectly competent people to take care of her.”
She bit her lip. “You think so?”
“Honey, I know so.”
“Maybe we should hire a nanny.”
“A nanny? Do you really think that we need that? Why?”
“I’m pregnant again.”
I blinked. “You are?”
“Yeah. I know that we only decided to try for another one last month, but I stopped taking my pills.”
“And we do it every night, so…” I smiled. “I’m going to enjoy having two rugrats around the house.” I leaned down and kissed her softly rounded tummy with little silvery lines, as if a child had drawn something there. In a way, a child had.
“I love you even more.”
“You say that every day.”
“Every day it’s even more true.”
We kissed, and everything was right in my world.
THE END
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