The second we close our bedroom door, I’m on my husband, pushing him back against the door and smashing my lips against his. My hand slides beneath his thin pajama pants, and I moan into his mouth when my fingers curl around his warm, hard, velvety-soft shaft.
Austen unbuttons my jeans, and his hand dives into my boxers. Our kissing grows heated, as we jerk one another off, until it feels like I’m about to explode. “I won’t last. This is gonna be fast,” I say, ripping my lips from his. I yank his pants down his legs, freeing his impressive cock.
“Top or bottom?” Austen asks, lifting a brow.
“Don’t play games, baby. Hands on door, ass out.”
He smirks as he withdraws his hand from my boxers, pulling them and my jeans down my legs as I whip my shirt up over my head. Austen crouches naked in front of me, removing my sneakers and helping me to get rid of my jeans and underwear. Then he kneels between my thighs and takes my erection into his mouth. My palms flatten against the door as I lean over while my husband sucks me off.
“Fuck, stop.” I tug on his dark hair after a few minutes. “I want to come in your ass.”
Austen rises to his full height, grabbing my face and kissing me hard. “I know what you need.” He walks to the bedside table, grabbing the lube from the drawer. I watch his stately stride as he returns to me, admiring the hard planes and toned curves of his muscular body. Although he’s not subjected to rigorous training sessions anymore, he works out a lot in our home gym, and we regularly take the kids hiking, kayaking, swimming, and mountain biking. My husband is fit as fuck and hot as fuck, and I can’t wait to nail that tight ass.
“You’re drooling, famous one,” he teases, brushing his thumb against the corner of my mouth.
“Shut up and get into position.”
“Bossy.” Austen nips at my lower lip. “I love it and you.”
I kiss him hard before pushing him toward the door. Flattening his palms against it, he tips his ass up and spreads his legs. I walk behind him while applying lube to my dick, which is already wet from Austen’s lush mouth. Lubing a few fingers, I insert them slowly and carefully into my husband’s ass, gently pushing past that soft ridge of resistance until I’m all the way through. I warm him up in measured strokes, probing the tight walls of his rectum as I slide my fingers in and out until he’s ready for me.
Then I inch inside him, until I’m fully in, and fuck him hard. I swat his hand away from his dick, and I take over, stroking him in sync with the thrusts of my cock in his ass, and it doesn’t take long to reach a peak. Ripples of pleasure course through me, and we descend into bliss together as we both come at the same time. Cum sprays the back of the door and drips from my fingers onto the hardwood floor while I fill my husband’s ass with my seed.
I drape myself over him, holding him tight as I savor the moment, loving how comforting and solid he feels underneath me. Austen has always had a way of grounding me, and now is no different. Pressing a line of kisses down his spine, I whisper, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Austen straightens up as I pull out of his ass, licking my lips while I watch my cum leak down the backs of his thighs. Damn. Is there anything hotter?
“Shower with me?” I ask, lacing my sticky fingers in his.
He nods, and we walk to our en suite bathroom together, sated and content. We take a quick shower and dry off, clean up the mess at the door, and then crawl under the covers of our king-sized bed. Lying on our sides, we face one another with our bodies pressed close together. We kiss for a bit before tiredness overwhelms me, and I practically yawn into his mouth. “Sleep, babe.” Austen urges my head to his chest, and I go willingly, resting my cheek against his toned pecs.
“Can we go camping tomorrow?” I ask. “Take the RV up to Wompatuck and just spend some time together as a family?” I need to talk to Austen, and I’d like to do it while we are relaxing, surrounded by nature. Wompatuck State Park is near Hingham, which is only a forty-five-minute drive from here. They have tons of campgrounds with electrical utilities for RV campers and plenty of trails for hiking and mountain biking. I desperately need to escape the stress and hustle and bustle of the last few weeks, and I always feel chilled out when camping.
“I’d like that, and you know the kids will be over the moon.”
“Good.” I struggle to keep my eyes open as my arms wrap around my husband’s back. “Let’s leave after breakfast.”
* * *
“Daddy, you’re home!” Eliot races across the kitchen floor and throws himself at me. “Did Dad tell you I came first in the swim competition yesterday?”
“He did.” I lie purely because there wasn’t time for Austen to tell me yet, but I know he would have if he wasn’t busy packing up the RV while I make breakfast. “Well done. I’m proud of you.” I lift my son into my arms and hold him in a bear hug. This is what life is all about, and I’m sick of missing out on memories I can’t ever reclaim.
“Daddy!” Lia shrieks when she sees me, running toward me at speed. She only turned three recently, and she’s still got cute chubby legs and arms, but she’s already losing her baby face. I set Eliot on his feet and crouch down, opening my arms for my daughter. She flies at me, climbing me like a tree, pressing her face into my neck and hugging me tight. “Me missed you,” she says over a sob. “Don’t go.”
My heart is breaking as I hold her tight and close my eyes. “Daddy’s home now, and he’s not going anywhere,” I say, opening my eyes and rising with Lia in my arms.
Austen stands in the doorway, a pained expression on his face. “Breakfast is ready,” I tell him, walking toward the table. I glance around, looking for Lia’s high chair, but it appears to be missing. I glance over my shoulder at my husband. “Where’s Lia’s chair?”
Lia lifts her head, pinning me with a proud, goofy smile. “Me a big girl now.” She wriggles to get down, and I let her.
“We wanted to surprise you,” Austen says, helping Lia up onto one of the chairs around our long rectangular kitchen table. There is a plastic booster seat strapped to the base of the chair.
“Wow. You are a real big girl now.” My heart swells with pride as I watch Austen buckle the straps around her waist and gently push her in closer to the table.
“Are we going camping?” Eliot asks, grabbing some crispy bacon, fried potatoes, and eggs from the center of the table. “I saw the RV out front.”
“Yes.” Austen narrows his eyes at our son. “Use your fork, not your fingers.”
