“Thank God,” I growl into her neck as I continue to play with her body with my fingers. “I was going to give you a break this evening.”
“I don’t want that.” Her voice coiled tight with need.
“Fuck, me either, Baby.” I let two of my fingers push into her entrance and keep my palm pressed against her clit. “Give me one first.”
Her body moves against my hand, her grip tightening against my palm until her screams ricochet off the bathroom walls, and her movements have slowed.
“Hands and knees for me, Peppermint.”
She obeys immediately, holding herself up against the opposite end of the tub. I don’t have the patience to wait any longer, giving her my entire length in one stroke. A pained but pleasured noise leaves her throat.
Our bodies meet thrust for thrust, my hand wrapping around her front to give her the friction I know she needs to give me another one of her beautiful cries. The other is gripping her hip to keep her close to me.
The tingle at the base of my spine becomes more intense as I watch my wife’s body begin to tense, thighs shaking as she grips the edge of the tub, and her tight cunt squeezing my cock.
When her pussy tightens around my cock so hard I see stars, I roar out my release, which tips Harley over the edge, her screams intermingling with my groans.
Catching my breath, I stand and help Harley up, “let’s clean up and then bed.”
What I thought would be a quick shower turned into Harley on her knees for me and vice versa. Something about the honeymoon phase.
“Best honeymoon ever,” she whispers into the dark room when we’ve finally satiated our need for each other.
Extended Epilogue || Crisis Averted
Harley || Six years later
“Dad!” The screech from down the hallway has Collins groaning as he lifts himself from between my legs, where he was enjoying his breakfast because we thought we had more time before our daughter woke up.
“You can’t go out there like that.” I chuckle, pointing to his crotch, “I got it, hopefully. Depends on what kind of crisis she’s experiencing today.”
“Thanks, but I’m not done with you.” He pecks my cheek as I walk by.
“What’s going on, Care?” I ask, entering the kitchen and the scene I’m greeted with has me folded over in laughter. Our daughter Caroline, who was attending the Right Place, Right Time center (not as my patient), joined our family three years ago after we decided that conceiving naturally may not be an option but adoption could be. It didn’t matter if I birthed the child; all we knew was we wanted to raise children together. A fellow counselor came to me, expressing that she felt our home was the perfect fit for Caroline, and after months of getting toknow her, home visits with the state and court dates, she became ours.
“Mom, it’s not funny.” She rolls her eyes at me, Precious sits on her shoulder while she tries to flip pancakes on the stove.
“You know, honey, all you have to do is put her on the ground.”
“I tried, she keeps jumping up, and I just wanted to make us all breakfast. I’m being nice, you know.” She waves a spatula at me like ‘duh, mom as if I wouldn’t have tried that already.’
I step over, pulling Precious into my arms and kissing my daughter on the crown of her head while I still can—she’s grown at least a foot and a half in the time she’s been in our care.
“Good morning, thank you for making breakfast. Do you need help?” I ask.
“Nope, I got it. Thanks, Mom.”
“Okay, well I’m going to finish getting ready for the day then.”
“Finish? Mom, you’re still in your mumu.”
“I was getting out of bed when a certain teenager started screaming from the kitchen.”
“You got me there. Should have the table set in twenty.”
“I’ll make sure both your Dad and I are out. Love you.”
“Love you.”
