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She cradles them gently and gives a light squeeze that makes me draw a sharp breath. Then she focuses on moving her head on my cock, picking up her pace. I’m about to stop her when she gets too fast, but then she pulls her mouth away.
I think it’s my turn now, but no. It’s still hers.
“Move up,” Aster tells me.
I slide my body up over the bed so there’s more of the sheets and the mattress beneath me.
Aster takes off her panties and climbs on top of me. She positions herself above my cock. Then she lowers her hips slowly.
When the tip of my cock goes inside her, she stops and draws a deep breath. Then she continues, still slowly. Again, I feel like shoving myself inside her, but I keep my hips in place. I let her continue until I’m completely sheathed inside her. After that, she pauses as she leans over to capture my lips.
I make a mess of her hair as I kiss her back. The kiss doesn’t last long, though. Aster’s back straightens and she pulls her knees forward and starts to rock her body on top of my cock. Then she puts her knees down and leans back to start a different dance, this one more seductive as her breasts bounce.
I stretch my arm towards her to touch her nub, but Aster swats it away.
“Behave,” she warns before continuing her dance.
She reminds me of someone dancing the limbo as she leans herself further back. Then she leans forward. Her hands pin my arms down as she moves her hips up and down. I move mine, too. They won’t stay in place any longer. Aster moans. The sound of skin slapping against skin drifts through the air in the room.
When Aster starts to slow down – now she’s getting tired – I push her off me. She lies on top of the bed. I enter her with one thrust and I seal her lips with mine as I finally pound into her. Heat blazes across my back and gathers in my balls.
As it erupts, I bury myself deep inside Aster’s body and crush her mouth. Aster moans against my lips. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she tightens around me, squeezing me of every drop. Then she pulls her mouth away to gasp for air.
I roll off her and lie down beside her to catch my own breath. Then I lean over her to plant a kiss on her belly.
“Do you want it to be a boy or a girl?” I ask Aster after I lift my head.
She shrugs. “I have one request, though.”
“What?”
She places her hand on mine. “If it’s a boy, can his name be Noah? After all, if not for my father, we wouldn’t be here.”
I agree. If not for Noah Higgins, Aster would not be in this world and I might never have had the courage to take her as my own.
I kiss her hand. “Sure. Noah it is.”
Epilogue ~ Always and Forever
Aster
Ten years after…
“Noah Christopher Burke.” I say my firstborn’s full name as I put my hands on my hips. “How many times do I have to tell you that you can’t have gadgets in bed? Especially not at bedtime.”
He quickly puts his tablet in the drawer of the nightstand. Then he pulls his blanket up to his chin and gives me an apologetic look.
“Sorry.”
I let out a sigh as I let my gaze rest on him. I know he’s ten, but sometimes, I look at him and I still see him as a two-year-old with his hair that’s as dark as his father’s and as stubborn as mine. Where did all the time go?
“Everything okay here?” Mason asks as he enters the room with our youngest, four-year-old Rose, wrapped around his leg.
Ever since she was born, she’s been clinging to her father.
Tyler, seven, who went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, rushes in before I can answer. His German Shepherd, Winnie, bounds after him and beats him to the bed.
“Winnie,” Tyler complains.
He tries to push her off his bed but she wouldn’t budge an inch.
I laugh. “You have to be faster next time, sweetheart.”
“Okay. Time for bed.” Mason wrenches Rose from his leg and carries her to her bed.
“Why do we have to share a room when we have so many rooms?” Noah asks me.
“Because I want the three of you to always look out for each other,” I say.
Noah frowns.
“Don’t worry, buddy.” Mason ruffles his hair. “When you’re twelve, you’ll get your own room and your own computer.”
His eyes light up.
“You’re spoiling him, Mr. Burke,” I warn my husband.
“Am not.” He puts his arm around me. “I think he’s responsible enough.”
I don’t argue with that. Even though he’s only ten, he does his own homework, and even though he breaks the rules sometimes, he never complains when I tell him to do something.
