“Go dammit.” She slams her ass back into me, taking me deeper still.
Hell, some kind of switch goes off, I shiver inside her, and go on the wildest ride of our lives. We’ve been married for months but never before have we fucked so hard, so fast, and so in sync with each other. She’s right on the edge of cumming. Her knees buckle, my balls fill, and my inner spring coils.
I hold back, sweating, even with the shower at my back.
“Ah, ah…” She bucks at me in this kind of fast shiver-shake, then her inner walls go stiff.
“Callie. Oh shit.” I cum hard with one final thrust, ribbons of seed bursting into her.
“Ah, oh, oh my God.” Her legs go out from under her and I catch her as she cums.
We stay joined in bliss until we’ve almost turned into prunes. Fuck me, nothing is better than this.
We need more soap because despite being under the shower, we’ve worked up a sweat. After we rinse, I wrap one soft towel around my waist and fluff her dry with another. Then, I pick her up, put her on the bed, and we cuddle until we’re both at it again.
This time, she straddles me, beautiful boobs bouncing while I arch up from below. Again, I cum and see fuckin’ stars as she collapses onto my chest, head at my heart.
“I love you, so much.” She rolls onto her side and I slide a palm across her breasts and down to her round belly.
“Love you too… and our little roo.”
She giggles. “You can’t keep calling her a kangaroo.”
With her eyes all mischievous, I can’t resist teasing. “Why not? She kicks like one.”
“Not funny.”
“Okay, luv. What doyousuggest I call her?”
“I don’t know. We still need to decide.” My wife pretends to pout so I kiss the look away.
“How about Sheila?”
“You call all girls Sheila, she’ll be confused.”
I clamp my elbow to my waist, trappingthe tricky hand trying again to tickle my armpits. “Middle name, Mathilda, first name Waltz-”
“Oh, get serious, Lucky.” She tries to get her hand free but I hold her in place, laughing at her attempt.
“Fine, you try.” I poke one sexy rib.
“How about Polyhymnia. We could call her Polly.”
“Hell no.”
“It’s like Calliope, a muse.”
“Not amusing to me, luv.”I chuckle at my own joke.
Then, we just about bust a gut as we tickle each other stupid. When she says uncle, I kiss her and wait for her to get serious.
“A Greek Muse? Really? It’s hard for a kid to live up to a name like that.”
She giggles and starts up the war again. “Hee, hee. Gotcha.”
“Oh, fuck me. I thought you were serious.” I laugh, hold her down, and win the battle.
“Stop, stop. Oh my God. Uncle, uncle.”
I let her go, my face hurting from all the grinning.
