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Two Years Later
I close the door to the babies room gently and make my way into the bedroom where Monica is reading a book. She's been working double time since Margo was born and she needs the break.
"Did she go down easy?" Monica asks, setting her book down on the bed. It's a romance novel. She says it's research for the one she's nearly finished with.
"Out like a light. Olly is too. Having the baby around has really tired him out."
Monica runs her hand across the top sheet, inviting me over with a smile. How is it that this woman gets more and more beautiful everyday?
I sit on the bed next to her and guide her onto my lap, stroking her hair lightly. "You did a great job this week with everything. The kids, the market, your writing, the horses.... I couldn't do all this without you."
She runs her hand along my bare leg. It's getting cooler at night, but it's still warm enough to do laps around the house in my boxer shorts.
"I couldn't do this without you!" She says, moving the fabric of my shorts away to kiss my thigh.
A spark of lightening goes up into my groin. It's been a few weeks since we've been intimate with the baby being born and Ollie needing most of our attention. I haven't pushed because I know she's been under a lot of stress, but if she's making a move, I'm ready.
I run my hand down the back of her head again, this time lingering on her bare shoulder, tickling her skin slow.
She kisses my leg again and moves up toward my dick--the one that's already rock hard with excitement over what might happen next.
Cupping my balls in one hand, she licks up the shaft and runs her lips over top the head, slowly working down and up again.
"I think I'm ready, Dean. I want to... you know..." Before the words have fully left her lips, she sits up from the bed and sits on my lap, lowering her core down onto my dick slowly, a moan low in her throat as she enters.
Her gaze meets mine and she bounces softly. I pull off her shirt and grip her full breasts in each hand, drops of milk falling from her nipples as she moves. Leaning down, I lap up the fallen treat and take each nipple softly, tasting the sweet cream that spills from her.
"I'm not going to make it Dean," she whines, "It's been too long."
I reach a hand between her legs and rub at her clit, working circles as she bounces, my cock on the edge of explosion.
"Go baby... go... get it," I groan out the words, losing control myself as every muscle tightens.
Monica's eyes squeeze closed and her muscles contract as she leans into my shoulder, biting at my flesh to drown out a scream, as not to wake the kids.
Every nerve in my body fires and I release, spilling ribbons of come inside of her. My entire body immediately turning to jello.
I lean against the headboard and hold her exhausted body in my arms, wrapping her up tight against tomorrow, hoping she'll fall asleep just like this. Her wet, exhausted body still enveloping me.
"I love you," I whisper, stroking the back of her hair once again.
She mumbles something I don't quite hear, so I just hold her tighter. Life has never been so good, and I know with Monica, that will never change.