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The drip of his semen along my thigh put me on high alert. This need for him to remain in my life forever warmed my chest. I wanted to raise a family with him, and if we were lucky, Foxy would have a little brother or sister. I turned around on the bed, lifted my legs high in the air, and propped them against the headboard.
“What are you doing?” He laughed.
“Making beautiful babies. Twenty-three percent of couples struggle with fertility.”
Our kids stirred in the bed in my room, and James rose to check on them. I watched him walk in the dim light—a fine specimen. His calves flexed and his ass tightened with each step. The muscles on his back twisted, and my belly stirred with fresh need. I didn’t want this night to end. James washed the chocolate off his hands, covered Foxy with his blanket, shifted Laila closer to the middle of the bed, and then walked back to our room. His frontal stroll, as impressive as his back, had me twisting in the sheets again. I gripped the covers as he strolled my way. He held his head high and his shoulders wide. I admired his beautiful body from the top down, his strong abs supporting the narrowing rack of ribs and the V-line of hair leading straight down between his hips. I licked my lips.
“We made a mess.” He pulled on the chocolate-smeared sheets. “You know, you don’t have to do that. My swimmers are strong. Foxy took one shot without trying. And if it doesn’t happen the first time, we’ll have fun time trying again.”
I lowered my legs and lifted myself to a sitting position.
“Why don’t you go shower? And I’ll change the sheets.”
“Are we going to sleep?”
He bent down until his mouth hovered above mine. “There’s always an encore, my love. Always.”
He kissed me, sucking on my lower lip, and the first wave of fresh arousal trickled between my thighs. Or maybe it was his semen? I got up off the bed and he gently slapped my ass. I hastened to the shower, grateful the kids slept like rocks. We’d be zombies by the morning, but it was worth it, and strong coffee cured everything.
I stepped underneath the shower stream. Chocolate dripped down my body, its sweet aroma rising on the steam. I washed my hair and was just rinsing when James stepped inside, in his godly chocolate glory.
I removed the showered from its handle and aimed it at his chest. More chocolate flowed down the drain, revealing his glowing tan. I pressed the soap dispenser and brought my hand to his chest, slowly circling over the pecs, washing the last of the chocolate away. I continued down his torso before crouching. His cock stood tall, heavy, and inviting. I wrapped my fingers around him, pumped twice, and looked up to meet his hooded eyes. I kissed the tip and watched as he sucked in air. His ribs rose and his jaw tensed. He pushed his cock into my mouth and I took him to the back of my throat. The thick vein running up his length pulsed along my lip. The rippled flesh was smooth and warm, with chocolate essence on his skin.
He held my head steady, his fingers gripping my hair. I drew my hand up his inner thigh and cupped his balls. Pleasure vibrated off his lips, followed by an aching grunt for more. I held him firm, bobbing my head and tightening my lips. His taste dominated my mouth as I found an irresistible rhythm.
“Fuck.” He spat shower water through gritted teeth. His dick pulsed once more in my mouth, and his hands stopped my head movement. A jerk later, he found his release.
Was that our encore? Because it sure felt like it.
I drained his last drops, stood up, and tilted my head back to the shower. Water streamed down my face, rinsing him from my mouth. James joined me underneath the stream and kissed me in that torturously slow way he began his preludes.
Oh, God, he was getting hard again, and I too was becoming tingly. His hands grazed over my body as he kissed me. The tingle flowing down my spine spread through me as I realized I could never get enough of him. He dragged his lips away and braced his forehead against mine.
“Let’s go back to bed. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Sounds like a perfect plan. I can’t believe the kids are sleeping through this.”
“We’ve trained them well.”
I snorted.
We stepped out of the shower, dried ourselves, and slipped underneath the fresh covers, where we did everything James promised… and a little more. He strummed on my instruments like he was solely responsible for an orchestra. I dozed off early in the morning when the sun showed its first light in the night sky.
“We should get dressed. The kids are going to wake soon.”
“We pulled an all-nighter?”
“Apparently so, Ms. Young. Come with me. I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?”
“It’s Christmas morning, and this family gets gifts on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. We’re going to need a lot of coffee.”
He kissed me, and I followed him out of bed to the closet. He took out four matching outfits for us and the kids, all white and silver-gray, and handed me mine.
“Merry Christmas, Laura.”
I took the hanger with the lovely sweater and pants.
