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Jack & Thalia
Thalia
Jack slept on while I snuck into the girls’ room to check on our four-year-old, Leigh, and our one-year-old, Winter. At some point during the night Leigh had gotten out of bed and climbed into the crib with her sister. They both look so cozy that I don’t have the heart to move them, plus if I’m honest, I really want them to sleep a bit longer so I can wake my husband up in style. It has been so long since we’ve had a morning without Leigh climbing into bed with us.
The excitement I feel at the naughty things I have planned makes my whole body throb with arousal for the man. I return to our bedroom, closing the door behind me.
Jack is lying on his back with most of the covers kicked off. Just the sight of him makes my heart pound in my chest, and it always has. From the moment I laid eyes on him he’s been mine.
Smiling, I drop my nightshirt to the floor and move toward the foot of the bed without taking my gaze from my handsome husband. There’s not an inch of fat on his beautifully toned body and tall frame.
Reaching out, my fingers tickle up from his feet, along his legs, and slow when I get to his thighs. I glance up at his face and see he continues to sleep, but I doubt he will for much longer.
Gently pushing his legs apart, I crawl between them and bend to kiss the inside of his thigh. His leg twitches at the contact. My eyes snap up to his but he still looks asleep. I keep my eyes on his face and kiss his other thigh, a bit closer to his hardening cock, his eyes snap open and meet mine at that point.
“Babe,” he groans as I let my fingers tickle his balls through his briefs. “Kids?”
“Both asleep in the crib. I locked our door.”
I crawl up his body and rest my hands at either side of his head, straddling his stomach. His hands grasp my hips and slowly massage into my bottom. “Shove your shorts down,” I whisper into his ear. “I want to play some.”
Jack groans and raises his hips off the bed to get the material down his legs before he kicks them off. He settles me back down on his aroused flesh.
Sitting above him, I hold my long hair on the top of my head and gently undulate over his length and watch as he catches his breath. His hands reach up and cup my breasts. His thumbs rub the hard peaks of my nipples as he arches up.
So wet between my thighs, he slides back and forth just right. My sex clenches, needing him inside, but my intention is to drive my husband crazy with my mouth first.
Conscious of the time, I dip my head and lick and nibble at his nipples in turn. He growls and grows impossibly harder between my thighs. I slide further down his body, touching and caressing his flesh, until I end up on my knees between his thighs. His cock has a life of its own and pulses and throbs with my eyes on it.
I slowly swirl my tongue around the bulging head, making sure I lick up all the pre-cum from the tip. Unable to get enough of him, I lick him down to his balls and take one into my mouth, massaging it with my tongue, then give the other the same treatment. By the time I’ve finished and lick up the underside of his dick, Jack is quivering beneath me.
It’s powerful having the effect that I do on him. He’s close to finishing, but that is going to happen once he’s inside of me. I love getting him off with my mouth
, but right now, I want to be selfish, I need him to put out the fire in my own body.
“My turn.” Before I can catch my breath he has me flipped to my back and the head of his cock at the entrance to my sex. “You ready for me, baby?”
“Yes.” I bite his lobe, and hiss, “Always,” as he slowly enters me.
“You’re so wet,” he groans. “Every time I enter you, it’s like the first time, but familiar at the same time.” Jack grins, his forehead dips to mine as he meets my gaze. “You know what I mean?”
“Yes. I feel the same and after being together for nearly seven years, you still make my heart pound with just one look.”
“Hmm,” he mumbles as I wrap my legs around his waist, allowing him to sink deeper to near balls deep. “I need to move.”
“I know, but stay like this.” I smile and tug his head down so that our lips meet. He gives me a ghost of a kiss before he wraps me up in his arms so we stay chest-to-chest.
With the way we are wrapped together he knows I want him to make love to me slow and steady, instead of the fast and hot that we usually have to do because of the girls needing our attention.
Jack starts to move, and the feel of him sliding along my walls to the entrance of my sex before slowly gliding back inside of me makes my core clench around his hard flesh.
“Thalia,” he groans, his breathing heavy. “Let me touch you.”
“You already are.”
“I mean—”
“I know. You touch my clit and I’ll come. I don’t want to yet. You feel too good.”
“Fuck.” Jack seals his lips over mine and the minute our tongues slide together, I feel the tension in our bodies coil tighter.
He trails kisses down my jaw and neck before altering his position slightly so that he can suck a nipple into his mouth. He grounds up into me, rubbing his pelvis against my sensitive bud, and that’s all it takes.
Bright lights and fireworks explode behind my vision as my core pulses and ripples around the length of his cock. He thickens seconds before I feel his warm release spreading throughout me.
His body quivers in my arms and I give him a satisfied smile when he turns his head to meet my gaze. “It only gets better,” he whispers against my lips before he gives me a sweet, ‘I love you’ kiss. We both freeze seconds later when we catch the sound of little feet running toward our bedroom.
Thank goodness I locked the door.
Jack
Leigh tries to open our bedroom door as I pat my gorgeous wife on the rump and shove her into the bathroom to shower in peace—something that she only gets on the weekends when I’m not working.
I quickly pull my briefs back on and tug on a pair of gym shorts so that I’m decent to greet our daughter. I used to hate wearing anything to bed, but now I’m used to the briefs and they’re easy to get off to pleasure my wife.
I’d only worn them since Leigh discovered how to get out of her bed and climb into ours. Thalia also started wearing nightshirts at that point.
And as I unlock the bedroom door and find our beautiful, dark haired daughter looking up at me with her Elsa doll in one of her small hands, it was all worth it—every single adjustment that we’ve had to make since before her arrival—she was worth everything.
