Mabel
Hutch made me come with his mouth, his hands gripping the backs of my thighs to hold them high and wide, my fingers gripping his hair.
After I finished, he kissed his way up my body, shoved his face in my neck, and glided his cock inside me.
I took him, skimming my hands across his skin, scratching my nails down his back, pressing kisses where I could, touching my tongue other places.
It took a while for Hutch to build it, but he knew I liked the simple feel of him on top of me, moving inside me, he knew I liked to be present when he found his, so he didn’t try to push for another orgasm from me (this time).
He eventually filled me, his body tensing, and he growled into my skin when he found his.
He stayed there, nuzzling me and catching his breath as he came down.
And only when he was down did he lift his head to look at me.
I tangled my fingers in his hair.
It was longer.
And the mustache was still there, but it’d been joined by a beard.
Hutch explained he grew a beard every winter (the mustache had been a new thing, and since I liked it, he was keeping it).
I was down for the change, because not only did he look fantastic with a beard, it felt fantastic too.
“This is getting long,” I whispered, mussing his hair.
“Want me to make a barber’s appointment?”he asked.
“Honey, it’s your hair.”
“That’s not an answer to my question.”
“You’re kinda transitioning into Chisolm,” I teased.
He chuckled and replied, “Beard goes in the spring, hair cut also in the spring.Deal?”
I wasn’t all that fired up with him getting rid of the beard.I very much liked it.
But it was his face.
“I’ll take you any way you come.So yeah, I guess.Deal.”
He kissed me, pulled out of me, and we rolled out of bed because it was a big day.
And it started out stellar.
But as ever, we had plans.A busy day.
We needed to get moving.
I was dodgingpuppies underfoot in the kitchen while talking to Mona on the phone and sorting out what we’d be taking with us for the party tonight.
By the by, once they were toilet trained, Hutch let the puppies have the run of the house.
With Hannibal, Tonks and Moxie, this was a lot.
Fortunately, Moxie had experience with two big dogs, and a motherly instinct, so after a few iffy incidents where the pups (namely Kratos, he wanted Moxie to be his friendsooooobad) got a little scratching, things calmed down.And you could often find her cuddled up with one and licking it or herding them where she wanted them to be.
