Page 99 of What Makes an Alien a Dad?

Lust rocked him. Hot and demanding. Shoving his swim shorts down, he rose over her on his knees. Grabbing her hips, he flipped her over onto her belly, then lifted her butt and aligned his length with her opening.

“You want it hard, Maya?”

She released a needy whimper in reply, thrusting her hips back against him. He slammed inside her, meeting her thrust. She groaned, speared with his cock. He tugged her closer to him, dragging the blanket she clutched in her fists.

“God...you’re huge,” she moaned. “So, so good.”

Her inner muscles gripped him tightly. Heat licked up his thighs. The climax wasn’t far away now. It never was far when he was buried inside his wife’s...birth channel, like this.

He thrust harder. Her heavy breasts swayed under her. She whimpered in pleasure every time her nipples dragged along the blanket. He leaned over her, grabbing her breasts in his hands to play with the tips.

Using his tail, he found her clit again without looking. She bucked under him as he stroked it.

“Harder...” she panted. “Please, Kear...”

He was “professor” only up to a certain point in their foreplay. “Kear” was always the one who fucked her. Because now, it was raw and real between them, leaving no room for games.

He could no longer deny her anything. He slammed into her harder, just as she wished. She rocked her ass against him, arching her back under the relentless caress of his tail.

“Come, Maya,” he gritted through his teeth, his cock throbbing and ready to explode.

She groaned wildly and stilled. Her inner muscles spasmed around him. Her legs trembled. She moaned through her orgasm. And he let go, too, meeting her in pleasure.

She slackened, her shoulders rising and falling with her rapid breaths. He gathered her into his arms. Kissing the back of her neck, he lowered them both to the blanket.

“Feeling better, Madam Maya?”

“Much better, Professor.” She grinned, turning in his arms to face him. “They don’t lie when they call you a genius. A medical miracle.”

He drew her in for a kiss. “Miracles happen when I’m with you.”

She glanced up the river bank to the baby’s bassinet placed under a tree.

“We’re so lucky our baby is such a good sleeper.”

“During the day, at least.” He smirked.

Anika still was up once or twice at night, leaving them both exhausted in the morning. But at least she was the best at naps.

He ran his hands up and down his wife’s back, enjoying the smooth glide of her skin under his palms. He cupped her bottom, getting a good handful. She shifted closer, wedging a leg between his thighs. He wound his tail around her ankle, his cock rising again.

“I’m afraid we’ll need to repeat the treatment.” He smiled against her skin, kissing her shoulder. “Just to be sure.”

“Well, if we must...” She wiggled her butt, his cock rubbing against her inner thigh.

Blood rushed to his groin anew. Anticipation buzzed through his body, eager for him to take his wife again and again.

This was his first Father’s Day, and it already was the best Father’s Day in his life.