Our clothes end up discarded around us as I lie back on the floor, pulling my wife on top of me. She straddles me, both of us moaning as she sinks onto my throbbing cock, taking me deep.
“Ride me,” I grit out. “Ride your husband ‘til you come, sugar.”
She lets out a shuddery breath, tossing her hair back over her shoulders as she starts to move. All I can do is watch in awe as her gorgeous body smacks down against me, her tight pussy swallowing my cock. She rests her hands on my chest for balance, fingers splayed, riding me like a wild thing.
“Fuck, that’s it…”
A growl escapes my throat as I watch Josie’s plump tits bounce, a sheen of sweat beading on her freckled skin. She’s panting, eyes locked on mine, molten with need.
“Oh, Brewer,” she whimpers, biting her lip. “You feel so good.”
Fuck.
I swear this woman will be the death of me.
“Keep going, sugar. You’re doing amazing.”
I buck my hips in time with her, pushing up as she bears down, earning a ragged moan from Josie. She tips her headback, a rosy blush spreading across her skin. Her movements are urgent now—chasing her orgasm—and I can feel her walls quivering around me, squeezing tight.
“That’s it, beautiful.” I grip her hips tight, helping her move. “Be a good girl and come for me.”
We don’t last much longer. Josie crumbles first, her fingertips digging into my chest, rhythm turning jerky as she cries out, “Brewer!”
My heart stutters. Watching my wife come undone with my name on her lips is too much. I thrust up once, twice, then pleasure bursts through me, tearing a groan from my throat.
“Fuck, Josie…”
My hot cum spurts inside her, throbbing through my cock until I’m spent and shuddering. Then I pull Josie down against me, crushing her to my chest as we slowly catch our breath. We stay like that, holding each other close until the sweat has dried against our skin. Then I press my lips against her neck, kissing up her jawline until I reach her lips. Our mouths meet, slow and unhurried, and when I pull back, Josie is smiling at me like the cat that got the cream.
“You happy, sugar?” I ask.
“Very.” She nuzzles against me. “That was amazing.”
“Sure was. You look so fucking pretty when you ride me.”
She hums contentedly in response, tracing a pattern on my chest, following the lines of my tattoos until her fingers reach her name. It’s inked in the space over my heart, Eli’s name just beneath it. Seemed fitting, since my heart belongs to both of them.
After a few more minutes, we finally get up, heading to the bathroom. We keep the baby monitor close as we freshen up and put our clothes back on, then we head to the kitchen so I can make Josie a hot chocolate. But as I set a fresh mug down on thecounter, the baby monitor crackles to life with the unmistakable sound of Eli babbling to himself.
“Da…baba…da…” Then the sound of a bright giggle. “DA!”
Josie grins at me. “Sounds like someone’s awake.”
I follow her back to the nursery, where Eli is standing in his crib, gripping the bars. He bounces on his feet, hair sticking up on one side, a wide smile taking up his face when he sees us. His chubby arms reach for Josie, and she scoops him up.
“Hey there, handsome,” she says. “Did you sleep well?”
Eli lets out a wet giggle in response, his tiny fingers reaching for a fistful of her hair. She untangles them patiently, grinning down at him.
“Ma…ma…” he gurgles.
“That’s right, honey.”
She lifts him up and blows a raspberry on his belly, making him cackle with delight. Then she starts to dance with him, rocking back and forth until he’s giggling even more. I watch them from the doorway, throat clogged with emotion.
I waited so long for this.
For them.
