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One more push is all it takes, and he begins to pump his cum inside of me. “This, Ash. This is what we get to do for the rest of our lives.”
We’re both spent, and we hold on tight to one another as we ease down to the floor, until strength returns to our bodies.
It takes us an hour, but we’re able to move from the floor to the sofa. We’ve lost all our clothes, and I cover our naked bodies with a blanket we keep on the back of the couch.
“That was intense.”
“Um…” I think the sex has made me dumb, because I can’t think a coherent thought. “Yeah, that was fucking awesome,” I finally stammer out. “Can we do it again?”
“Fuck yeah, we’re going to do it again, husband.”
“Yeah, about that, husband of mine, when the fuck did you become such a dirty talker? Jizz taker. I swear, it’s a fucking classic.”
“Yeah, you’re my sexy jizz taker. I’m going to have to up my game, because I need new material.” His lighthearted teasing is adorable, and the confidence in his take-charge persona makes me grow hard just thinking about how he fucked me.
32
Ashton
Liam droveup to the cabin last weekend, his present to us loading the fridge with our favorite foods and drinks. He left several “fun” gifts around the cabin. Two extra-large pink penis tumblers sit on the table, next to a bottle of champagne he has ready for us in an electric cooler. There’s a banner hung from one side of the living room, to the other. It says,you can’t spell happiness without Penis. On the couch sits a couple towels embroidered with the words“cum rag.”
“We could have used that earlier. Maybe we should have gone further into the house,” he teases.
There’s a note on the console and we step with hesitation toward it. This is Liam after all.
Pull.It’s all the note reads. It’s a small door that holds DVDs since streaming up here is impossible. I look at Noah, and he shrugs. Who knows what to expect. I tug on the door carefully and with just a little pull, it opens on its own, and several plastic penises in various sizes and colors fall to the floor.
“Fuck, baby. Your brother is classy, isn’t he?”
He nods his head slowly. “That he is.”
We continue to open up closets, medicine cabinets and the surprises don’t stop, not until we walk upstairs. I’m the first to step into the loft, and Noah runs into me.
On the bed are towels, shaped like two doves, kissing. Silver and white balloons sit on a deep gray comforter already folded down. A large, tasteful banner in light blues and silvers hangs above the frame of the bed reading,I’ll love you forever, and balloons surround the sign. A breakfast tray with chocolates, cookies, and crackers is in the middle of the bed. Candles with lighters near each one covers all the surface areas. There’s another sign near an outlet with a cord, readingPlug me in.
“I’m a little apprehensive, after the million penises that currently are on the living room floor,” I explain, weighing our options.
He does as the note says, and soft white lights line the area where the walls touch the ceilings.
“Okay, this is classy,” I admit.
“Almost too classy for Liam.” He says what I’m thinking.
Near the wall leading to the bathroom, a large sign is easier to read.Be sure to check out the bathroom, assholes.
This is certainly Liam. He reaches for my hands and pulls me into the large space, covered with white and red petals. On the large soaker tub is a basket of essential items. Bath salts, bath bombs, a loofah, shampoos, massage oils and two large fluffy robes hang on the back of the door.
“Fuck, who would have thought my brother was such a romantic?” I’m willing to wager he was helped by a loudmouthed redhead, but I don’t spoil the mood.
“Fuck, what are we waiting on? Let’s not let any of this romantic shit go to waste.”
And we don’t.
* * *
I wakeup in the arms of my husband. My husband. I can’t get over it. What time is it? We were up late, because nothing we did satisfied our need for the other. My phone beeps with a text, along with Noah’s at the same time. He’s on his back, a pillow over his face.
I reach for my phone, and it’s ten a.m. The text is from my brother-in-law. I read his name on the screen to myself.
