He did, keeping his pace even, making my body sing and whimper, remembering what else it could be used for. Everything tensed around him, the world feeling less focused but much brighter as he induced my orgasm, his cock hitting the spots where I most needed it.
“You feel so fucking good.” His control was about to break. “Oh fuck.” He leaned down, taking my mouth with his, demanding a long, messy, hard kiss before I pulsed around him and then felt him empty inside of me, a sense of satisfied bliss overtaking every element of my body and mind.
His body pressed against mine, spent too. I wrapped my arms around him, luxuriating in this sense of closeness, loving the weight of him on me, the feeling of him still being inside.
Relief was there too. Relief that he still wanted me. Relief that we were doing this even though I no longer was trying to get pregnant. Relief that we were more than just parents together, at least I hoped.
Thought.
A wail broke through our quiet bliss.
“She timed that well.” Jude untangled himself from me. “I’ll go check on her.”
His cock glistened with the mix of us; I couldn’t help but look hard as he pulled on his sweats, grinning wickedly when he saw me staring.
“I’ve still got it then?” That swagger. “Am I a DILF?”
I started to laugh, possibly a mistake given the situation. “Can you pass me a tissue?”
He did the honours, cleaning me up gently and looking rather smug at the mess he’d made of me in the best possible way.
Maia let out another wail.
“I need an answer – am I a DILF?”
I shook my head at him. “Let me see you with our daughter and I’ll let you know.”
I followed him upstairs, my hoodie on and tissues in strategic places. I needed a shower once I’d checked Maia was okay.
By the time I got to our parenting bedroom, Jude had hold of her, clutching her against his chest, murmuring sweet nothings to her.
He’d been amazing with her from the start and I loved this view more than any other. Him looking utterly in love with her, her form tiny against his broad chest.
“I love you.” The words blurted out. I slapped my hand over my mouth.
His eyes danced. “Who? Me or Maia? I’m not sure who that was aimed at.”
He knew damn well. “Both of you.”
“I’ve heard you tell Maia that a hundred times. I always knew it was her you were talking to, so this time, I think it was me. Are you in love with a DILF, Neva?” He wriggled his brows.
“If you weren’t holding my baby I’d throw something at you right now.” Truth.
His grin was really fucking annoying.
He looked at Maia. “Did you hear that, baby girl? Your mummy loves me. I’ve been waiting months for her to tell me that.”
“Really?”
He changed his gaze over to me. “Really.”
I tapped my foot on the floor. “Any reason why?”
Jude shrugged maddeningly. “Just wondering how long it would take for you to give in to your better senses and realise that a younger man is the only way.” He flexed the bicep of his free arm.
“Seriously, stop while you’re ahead.” I put my hands on my hips. “Is she asleep?” I stepped over to them, Jude’s arm now unflexed and going around me, pulling me close so the three of us were hugged together.
I looked at my perfect little girl, feeling something I’d never understood before. She was fully asleep now, her expression content. In another few hours she’d be hungry again, wanting her midnight feast before sleeping for another few hours, safe and cosy and loved.
