I rolled his balls in my hand and redoubled my efforts, and I could tell he was right on the edge. Over and over, I sucked him down, and—there we fucking go. He slapped a hand over his mouth and groaned, his whole body going rigid, and then he started coming. I snaked my tongue around him and swallowed repeatedly, hot spurt after hot spurt, until he collapsed and melted into the mattress.
“Fuck me,” he panted.
Already did that, my love.
I sucked him clean before I crawled up his body, dropping kisses as I went.
He flinched and chuckled when I hit a ticklish spot.
Now we could go back to cuddling and flirting.
We met in a kiss, and he was too fucking cute. Post-orgasm, everything was good in the world.
“I needed that…” He stretched out underneath me and ran his fingers up my back.
“Despite that I gave it to you good last night.” I rubbed my nose to his. “You greedy slut.”
“You incorrigible troll,” he chuckled lazily. “You might wanna get off me unless you want me breathing down your neck in twenty minutes.”
“Damn, boy.” How was I gonna keep up with him? Then again… Feeling him like this, kissing him, being back in his arms, owning him again, belonging to him—I felt the same hunger. We had a lot of catching up to do.
But also, four kids. And I could hear feet padding away upstairs.
“Lily or Mikey?” I whispered against his lips.
He hummed. “Micah remembers to flush, so we’ll find out soon enough.”
The seconds ticked by, and we had ourselves another unhurried make-out session with wandering hands and sweet nothings.
“I’ll miss you today…”
“Me too.” I nipped at his bottom lip. “Good luck with your parents.”
He grinned. “Good luck with yours.”
At least mine were in another state. If Ma got too loud in her cheering, I could mute her or hang up the phone until she’d calmed down. But it was time to tell them our family was reunited. With Hallie down for the count, there wasn’t a chance in hell we were burdening her with babysitting this afternoon, so Nathan was gonna drop the youngest off at his folks. That way, Nate and I could head out to Mclean to plan our Saturday fun without any stress.
“You know what we need?” He locked his feet against the backs of my calves, and he squeezed my ass. “A day off together. Next week—if you can. Just you and me and about fifty moving boxes. We’ll order takeout, pack, and fuck like crazy.”
Goddamn.
I was supposed to be exhausted, but my cock evidently disagreed.
“Just say when.” I kissed him deeply and shivered.
“I only have two patients on Tuesday. I can reschedule.”
Perfect. Tuesday, it was.
Dammit. We heard the sink. Then a door opened and closed, and that ended things for us.
We broke the kiss and sighed.
I did the hollering. “Flush the toilet, princess!”
“Okay, okay! Don’t yell!” she…yelled.
I smirked and faced Nate again. “Happy Friday.”
