And my body’s reaction is instant. There is no warning or even a pre-nut sensation. It catches me off guard how swiftly it happens that I almost forget my hips are still moving. I slam forward, burying myself deep in her warmth as I flood her core. A surprised groan squeezes from me, making my head rest back against my shoulders as I ride out the pleasure.
“Huh,” Melody says with amusement as her fingers trail up my chest. “Seems we only needed six minutes…”
My head whips down to her. “You did that on purpose.”
She smirks like a vixen. “It worked, didn’t it?”
I scoff, pulling out of her as our mess drips from her pretty pussy. I’m enraptured by the sight of our combined arousal, thick and clear as it drops onto the counter.
Melody hums in the back of her throat before swiping a finger through her glistening folds and shoving it past her lips as she makes eye contact with me.
“Fuck it,” I shake my head before advancing on her and snatching the hair at the nape of her neck. “Round two.”
Twenty minutes later, the bathroom looks like a hurricane swept through it. There’s liquid sprayed across the floor tiles, we broke the corner of the mirror when I pressed back and jammed my hand into it, and the pump soap is just…gone.
We can’t find it. At all.
“Mom is going to kill us,” my wife hisses as she looks around the counter.
“I’ll buy her another one,” I shrug as I crouch down and check behind the toilet.
Melody slowly peers over at me, her lips thin. “What scent was it, Kaden?”
I blink. “Uh, passion fruit?”
Her head tilts.
“You can’t expect me to pay attention to soap while you’re sitting on the damn counter with your tits out. I’m weak.” I protest.
She giggles before curling her hand around my bicep and dragging me up from the floor. “Let’s just make ourselves look presentable, and we can figure out the soap thing later.”
We wince at our reflection in the broken mirror. Melody’s golden curls are mussed and tangled. My hair is sticking up, and I’m pretty sure there’s a patch missing…
“We look horrible,” I snort.
Melody produces a loud laugh before tucking her head into my chest as her shoulders shake. My smile turns amused as I attempt to fix her strands and wipe away the smeared mascara that’s gathered under her eyes.
“There’s my beautiful wife,” I grin before kissing her.
Her smile turns to a wince as her hand lifts to my hair, and she presses gently into the patch that’s probably somewhere on the floor. “Sorry…”
“You could make your own wig at this point,” I joke as I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her close.
She cups my face, humming. “When you go bald, we’ll already have the combover ready.”
“A combover?” I gasp in horror. “I thought you loved me.”
She smiles, her eyes dipping to my lips. “So very much.”
“Alright!” I announce, standing on a rock as the creek rushes below me. “Let the competition begin!”
Melody has her hands wrapped around Oliver’s as he giggles and dips his toes under the water. She’s smiling softly at him as he explores nature and takes in the place that once meant so much to us.
It’s a blessing to get to share this with our kids. What started out as a simple ritual became something we shared—and now it’s tradition. Our lives have come full circle, and I only hope our kids get the same joy from it as we once did.
Posey steps up on the rock beside me, tossing a flat stone in her hand as she smirks. “Hope you’re ready to hear about numbers at dinner.”
“Dream on, flower,” I smart.
