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I want more. Fuck. I want it all.
The night carries on, and we finish the movie and sit in the kitchen to eat the soup Hanna made. I practically pick at it while I watch my wife intently. She’s focused on the kids while I’m spellbound by her every fucking move. The way she opens those lips to take a bite of food has me imagining my cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Droplets of my cum and her spit seeping out of the corners, between her failed attempts to open wider and breathe deeper.
Tonight, I want to take her upstairs, lay her down, and fuck into her tight cunt slow and deep and—
“Lily, go upstairs and get ready for bed. I’ll be up to tuck you in.”
“Okay, Mama.” Lily slides off the chair and comes to me. She wraps her arms around my neck and gives me a hug before her feet pad across the kitchen floor and up the staircase.
“You think the twins will sleep through the night this time?” I ask.
She stands and comes around to grab my plate. The twins are in their swings again, just watching us. Did I go overboard and get them swings for almost all the rooms in the house? Yes. Because hauling them from room to room was getting old.
“We can try. I talked to the pediatrician, and she gave me some tips on how to help them sleep better,” she tells me as she starts to work on the dishes. I step up behind her and knead the thick, soft flesh of her round curves, and she moans.
My cock grows.
Fuck, there she is.
“Let me clean up and then get the twins to bed. You go get a bath started, and I’ll join you when I’m done,” I tell her, bending closer then nipping at her ear. Her ass pushes back, making contact with my cock, and I growl. But she turns me down on my offer and ends up starting on the dishes.
When I come back downstairs a few minutes later, she lost in thought, and I have to call her name several times before she comes out of her haze.
“Theo…” She looks at me. “I want to try something tomorrow. For Halloween, your sister agreed to keep the kids.”
This throws me off.
“What do you have in mind?” I question, slowly backing off and taking her changing the mood of the room as her not wanting this to go where I do. She’s not ready. And I take the blame for this. I let my own issues get in between us, and now I’m paying the fucking price.
“It will be a surprise. You drive us, and I already got our costumes.” A blush dances over her ivory cheeks, and it’s so fucking sexy I want to bite them, nip at the pinkish hue, and make them redder with my teeth.
“Okay, what time?” I don’t know what she has planned, but I know Hanna enough and don’t miss that lingering deviousness.
“We can leave here at nine, after we take the kids trick-or-treating.”
I nod. “Sounds good, puppet.” She turns and bites her lip. I don’t call her by her pet name as frequently anymore, and usually it gets me a smile and blush, but this time, Hanna fully lights up.
“Say it again, baby.” She gives it back to me with just as much impact. Hanna has me by the cock when she says that to me.
“Puppet.”
“I love it when you call me that. I wish you did it more often.” Her nipples pucker, and they push up against my abs as I pull her against me.
Her statement hurts me. It proves what I knew this whole time. We lost the fire, but the spark is still fucking there. We just have to fan it to get it all back.
“Give me you right now. I will make it up to you, pretty puppet. Want me on my knees? Begging?”
“Yes, but I want it to wait. I have something for us.”
My chest gets tight. It isn’t a rejection completely, but it still stings like one.
“I can do whatever you say, Hanna. You own us.”
Her eyes soften, and she reaches up to cup my face. “Theo, I’m in love with you. You know you're still it for me, right?”
She sees right through me.
“Am I?” For one split second, I lay open my insecurities and hand her the salt to pour in the wound.
“Am I?” she flips it on me, and I snap.
Grabbing her waist, I move us fast to the fridge. I pin her against it, and she whimpers. The best fucking sound. My hand stays tightly on her hip while the other meticulously finds the perfect placement around the column of her neck.
“You are it for me. Sirius, puppet,” I use our safe word, letting her know she crossed a boundary, the one we established where she’d never think I wouldn’t want her anymore. Her throat ripples against my hand as she tries to swallow deeply. I lean in and bite her neck, then slide to her chin, leaving a little nip there.
