"Watch the fireworks."
"Can't. You're distracting."
"That's the idea."
I take my time with her, unhurried, her back still against my chest and the sky doing its work over the trees. She's changed under my hands this last year — softer in places, sure of herself in ways she wasn't when she walked back into my life with a toddler on her hip and my own eyes staring back at me. I know exactly what she needs now.
I slide my hand higher under her dress, cupping her bare pussy, already slick and hot for me. She’s soaked. I groan against her neck and push two fingers inside her, stroking deep and slow while my thumb circles her clit. She arches, pushing back against my cock where it’s trapped hard against her ass.
I kiss down her neck, then ease her forward just enough to bunch the dress higher. “Lift up, baby. I need to taste you.”
She does, and I slide down, laying back on the quilt so I can pull her over my face. The first slow lick up her pussy makes her moan loud enough to cut through the next firework. I fucking worship her — tongue dragging through her folds, sucking gentlyon her clit, then fucking her with my tongue while my hands grip her thighs. She’s sweet and wet and mine. I groan into her, the vibration pulling another shaky curse from her lips. I work her right up to the edge and hold her there through two more bursts of color, licking and sucking until she’s cursing at me between breaths and grinding against my mouth.
I finally give her what she needs, sucking her clit hard and curling my fingers inside her. She comes apart against my face with her hand fisted in my hair and a firework going white overhead, lighting up her face at exactly the right moment. Her thighs shake around my head and her pussy pulses on my tongue. I keep licking her through it, greedy for every drop.
I turn her around before she’s finished catching her breath. Get her over my lap, dress bunched at her waist, and she reaches back for my cock with a hunger that still gets me every time, a year in and it hasn’t dulled once. She strokes me once, twice, and lines me up.
“Careful with me,” she says, but she’s smiling.
“Always am.”
I grip her hips and ease her down onto me, slow at first so I can watch every inch of my thick cock disappear into her tight, dripping pussy. The heat, the way she squeezes me — fuck, it’s perfect. My hand splays low over the soft curve of her belly where our second one is growing, protective and possessive all at once. She rocks back against me and sets her own pace, faster than I would’ve chosen, taking me deeper with every roll of her hips. I let her have it because this is her night as much as mine.
The fireworks keep going overhead, gold and red catching in her hair, and I thrust up to meet her, fucking her harder from below. She says my name twice — the second time when I reach around and rub her clit in tight, firm circles the way I know finishes fast. She comes again, clenching around my cock so tight I almost lose it, her forehead dropped forward and a raw,beautiful sound tearing out of her that isn’t quiet at all, echoing in the trees.
I keep fucking her through it, deep and steady, chasing my own release. A few more thrusts and I bury myself to the hilt, groaning her name as I come hard, pulsing inside her while the sky lights up with falling color.
After, we lie tangled in the quilt, her back against my chest again, ring hand resting over mine on her belly. The fireworks are down to stragglers now, one last burst every minute or so.
Spruce barks at something in the yard. Somewhere across town our daughter's asleep with an unfinished bowl of popcorn and no idea her whole family just got bigger, twice over. I've waited a year to say four words. I'd wait a hundred more, if every one of them ends here.
