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I can smell her honey all around us and I'm dying for a taste. I stop stroking her only long enough for me to bring the finger that was playing with her to my mouth.
I growl at the sweet, sugary flavor of her cunt and I feel some of my seed leave my cock and paint her walls.
That's fucking it.
I'm going to lose it and I need her with me when I go off.
I lick my lips, savoring her taste as I slide my finger back between her pink, slick folds and I immediately go for her needy clit, rubbing her in time with my thrusts.
"Come for me, princess! Come now!"
It only takes us a few more strokes and we're going off.
Aurora arches her back, still tightly encased in the circle of my arm and she screams my name to the top of her lungs as she climaxes all over my cock, more of her hot wet juices soaking my balls until I can't do anything but cum too.
I thrust one final time and hold myself deep inside of her tight channel, grinding the base of my cock to her puffy lips to prolong her pleasure as I fill her up with all of me, seed, soul, and all the love I have for her, until I'm panting, empty and happy.
I fall back on the sofa, bringing her down with me.
There's not an inch between our sweaty skin and I can feel her heartbeat in my bones.
I wrap my arms around her, the little fluttering clenches of her pussy as it breathes around me, making me leak a few more drops of seed inside of her as I pet up and down from her shoulder blades to her lower back and she sighs against me, her climatic tension leaving her small, vulnerable frame while she starts to relax into my hug.
I smile into her damp hair as I go to pull out.
She clamps her thighs around me. "Not yet, Phillip. I don't want you to leave me," she mumbles against my throat.
My heart squeezes. "I don't want to leave you either, baby, but you'll be sore if I don't."
She shakes her head, her curls falling all over my chest. "I don't care. I want to fall asleep like this."
Damn, that does sound amazing.
I cup her face and tilt her chin upward until my lips are on hers again. "I fucking love you, Aurora."
She blushes as she looks at me, a sweet softness lighting her blue eyes from the inside. "I love you too, Phillip."
Epilogue
AURORA
Four years later…
I comb the tiny dark curls first off one of my little boys’ foreheads and then off the other’s, smiling down at them as they snore away on the large sectional sofa that runs against the wall in our living room.
They are completely wiped out, but there's a blissful expression on their identical small chubby faces. They have sticky fingers from playing with their Halloween candy. Flynn's lips are green and orange from one of the fruity lollipops he was having just before he fell asleep, and his twin, Henry has taffy on his tiny chin and the tip of his nose is smudged with chocolate.
They are holding hands as they sleep, still wearing the costumes they had on when they went trick-or-treating with their dad, their grandpa, their uncles, and all of their little cousins.
They are only two-year-old and as stubborn and strong-willed as their daddy and they decided they wanted to dress up as the same superhero, but still wanted different costumes.
It took some thinking and then we decided to go with a little twist on a classic. We fitted Henry with elegant slacks, smart shoes, a white button-down, a blue tie, and little black-square plastic glasses, but we slicked his hair back and curled the front lock in a perfect Superman-do and we gave him a blue undershirt and made sure the collar peeked out. Flynn, instead, was dress in full Superman paraphernalia but with a white collar just peering from around and a Clark-Kent-like hairdo.
I think I've taken probably around a thousand pictures of them and this is counting only today, but they are so cute it’s sickening so nobody could blame me.
Belle's so pregnant there was no way she could go trick-or-treating with them. The girls and I didn't want to leave her alone at home as she's very emotional these days and so we stayed behind and while the boys went hunting for candy, we made sure everything was just perfect and ready to go for the party.
We are a very big, very tight and boisterous family, so every gathering is a happy, noisy mess that fills my heart with joy, especially around a major holiday.
