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My hand slid between her thighs, working her clit until she was whimpering again, until she was begging for more, for faster, for harder.
And, well, I had to give my girl what she wanted, didn’t I?
My gaze slid from her face, features twisted in need and pleasure, to her tits that bounced each time I thrust into her, then to where my cock was moving in and out of her, claiming her.
It wasn’t long before she was tightening around me, before she was crying out, then her pussy was pulsing, the intensity of her orgasm taking me with her.
I reached for her leg after, pulling it down, then wrapping my arms around her, holding her against me as she came back down from the climax.
Her gaze lifted to mine in the mirror, a little hazy still, but clearing as a small smile tugged at her lips.
“What do you win for being right?” she asked, leaning her head back on my shoulder.
“You in my bed again tonight,” I said, leaning down to press a kiss to her neck.
“That sounds good,” she said, eyes closing dreamily.
But it was right then that Judah decided he was done with being in his highchair.
“Mama mama mama!” he called, pounding on his tray. “Relooooooo. Relooooooo….”
“I’ll get him,” I said, giving her one last kiss before slipping out of her, tossing the condom, and washing my hands before making my way out to find Judah had pretty much bathed in his pasta sauce.
“You’re a mess, little man,” I said, trying to figure out the best way to handle this situation without getting covered in sauce myself. “Alright. You wipe your hands and face for me,” I said, handing him a wet cleaning rag, then going to work on the tray as he scrubbed at himself.
“Oh, buddy. You’re gonna need to get changed,” Claire said, coming out wearing yoga pants and a long-sleeve tee.
With that, she got him ready, and I grabbed a few things to toss into the baby bag.
Then we were off to the store.
Where Claire and I got to watch with smiles as Judah rode in a cart the first time. As he looked at and said hello to strangers for the first time.
“You okay?” I asked as she watched Judah rush back and forth up and down one of the toy aisles, his eyes huge.
“This is both really sweet and really, really sad,” she said, looking over at me with watery eyes. “This should have been something he experienced ages ago.”
“He never got to go anywhere?” I asked, my hand rubbing her back.
“Nowhere. His pediatrician even came to the house. I don’t think he even had a carseat.”
“It’s a testament to you just how well-adjusted he is, considering he was an inside kid,” I said.
“Thanks,” she said, leaning her head into me for a second before breaking away to save Judah from getting crushed by the box he was trying to pull off of the shelf.
Within half an hour, the kid had the cart and the shelf underneath nearly full of toys and books.
“Why don’t you pick out some more clothes while I get another cart?” I suggested, picking up Judah, so she would have some time to herself to really look around. I planned to take him around the arts & crafts section before doubling back to check on her too.
“I can take him,” she insisted.
“I got him. This way, if you wanna try sh—stuff on, you don’t have to worry about him.”
When I came back, she had two pairs of jeans and a couple shirts and sweaters.
“You can do better than that,” I said as Judah showed her the coloring books he’d picked out where you painted with water and the color showed up on the page. Mess-free. Always a win.
“This is plenty,” she insisted, taking Judah and putting him back in the front of the cart while I checked her pants sizes, then went and grabbed several more of those and some more tops. “You’re crazy,” she said, but her eyes were warm.
