wouldn’t stop until he’d finished and filled her.
And then she would turn around and suck him clean, something she’d decided she liked doing, and he damn sure wasn’t about to stop her.
She even gave him one last, smaller orgasm before his own swept through him. He dug his fingers into her hips, the sound of their flesh slapping together filling the quiet house, his satisfied grunt, her soft moan before they fell still together.
After catching his breath, he pulled out and rose, sitting on the couch. She eagerly dove between his legs while he ran his fingers through her hair.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered. “ My good girl.”
Another whine from her.
She loved it when he called her that.
Why had it taken so many years for them to get to this point?
Oh, yeah. Because I’m a dumbass.
It was the same reason he’d fought it at first. Not understanding how much this meant to her, the brief mental vacation it gave her.
But now that it was a part of their lives, embedded in their marriage and their relationship, he wasn’t about to give it up, either. Not when he saw how happy it made her.
And making her happy was what made him happy.
Soft shnurfling noises escaped her as she greedily licked and sucked his cock, until, finally, he tapped her on the head.
She rested her cheek against his thigh, the warmth of her flesh migrating through his slacks. She’d sit there and suck him until he got hard again if he let her. Even if it took hours.
Tonight he knew he only had one in him, unfortunately.
When he patted his lap, she climbed up into it, her head resting on his shoulder. “Ready to head for bed?”
“Yes, Sir.”
She already sounded sleepy. They both always slept well after one of these sessions.
That was another bonus. He’d rarely had trouble sleeping now that they’d started doing this. He slept better than he had in years.
There was something to be said about living well and being happy.
“Then let’s head for bed, sweetheart.” He tenderly kissed her. “I’ll shut off the lights. You head on in.” He heard the soft patter of her bare feet on the tile as she walked toward their bedroom.
Yes, heaven.
He didn’t bother tucking his spent cock in. Holding his pants up with one hand, he checked the front door lock, shut off the living room lights, and the ones in the kitchen. Then he followed her to the bedroom, the soles of his shoes lightly echoing down the tiled hallway.
I’m a lucky, lucky guy.
Tilly, Cris, and Landry
What’s that old saying? Something about a redbird in the hand…
* * * *
It was the rustle of sheets on either side of her more than actual movement in the bed that caught her attention. On either side of her, her men, Landry and Cris, had slipped out of bed. A glance at the clock told her it was only 4:11.
She lifted her head. “Where you two goin’?”
Landry leaned in and kissed her. “Early flight, remember? I’m getting in the shower and he’s going to make my coffee. And then come blow me in the shower.”
“Oh. Okay.” She dropped her head to the pillow again. “Have fun with that.”
Yes, she remembered now. Landry had a couple of business meetings in LA he had to take care of. Cris would stay behind with her and run the Florida office.
Some women might be pissed off that their husband never took them to LA with them.
Tilly wasn’t some women.
And she damn sure didn’t like early flights, unlike Landry, who never minded being up at the asscrack of dawn.
Tilly rolled onto her side, dragging Landry’s pillow into her arms as she tried to go back to sleep. She was vaguely aware of the sound of the shower starting, the delicious aroma of coffee filling the air, and thought perhaps she’d get up just to watch the hot man-sex action.
The next thing she knew, Landry was kissing her good-bye.
Peeling an eye open, she glared at him. “Evening flights are good, too, you know.”
He chuckled. “I am a creature of habit, love.
And then she would turn around and suck him clean, something she’d decided she liked doing, and he damn sure wasn’t about to stop her.
She even gave him one last, smaller orgasm before his own swept through him. He dug his fingers into her hips, the sound of their flesh slapping together filling the quiet house, his satisfied grunt, her soft moan before they fell still together.
After catching his breath, he pulled out and rose, sitting on the couch. She eagerly dove between his legs while he ran his fingers through her hair.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered. “ My good girl.”
Another whine from her.
She loved it when he called her that.
Why had it taken so many years for them to get to this point?
Oh, yeah. Because I’m a dumbass.
It was the same reason he’d fought it at first. Not understanding how much this meant to her, the brief mental vacation it gave her.
But now that it was a part of their lives, embedded in their marriage and their relationship, he wasn’t about to give it up, either. Not when he saw how happy it made her.
And making her happy was what made him happy.
Soft shnurfling noises escaped her as she greedily licked and sucked his cock, until, finally, he tapped her on the head.
She rested her cheek against his thigh, the warmth of her flesh migrating through his slacks. She’d sit there and suck him until he got hard again if he let her. Even if it took hours.
Tonight he knew he only had one in him, unfortunately.
When he patted his lap, she climbed up into it, her head resting on his shoulder. “Ready to head for bed?”
“Yes, Sir.”
She already sounded sleepy. They both always slept well after one of these sessions.
That was another bonus. He’d rarely had trouble sleeping now that they’d started doing this. He slept better than he had in years.
There was something to be said about living well and being happy.
“Then let’s head for bed, sweetheart.” He tenderly kissed her. “I’ll shut off the lights. You head on in.” He heard the soft patter of her bare feet on the tile as she walked toward their bedroom.
Yes, heaven.
He didn’t bother tucking his spent cock in. Holding his pants up with one hand, he checked the front door lock, shut off the living room lights, and the ones in the kitchen. Then he followed her to the bedroom, the soles of his shoes lightly echoing down the tiled hallway.
I’m a lucky, lucky guy.
Tilly, Cris, and Landry
What’s that old saying? Something about a redbird in the hand…
* * * *
It was the rustle of sheets on either side of her more than actual movement in the bed that caught her attention. On either side of her, her men, Landry and Cris, had slipped out of bed. A glance at the clock told her it was only 4:11.
She lifted her head. “Where you two goin’?”
Landry leaned in and kissed her. “Early flight, remember? I’m getting in the shower and he’s going to make my coffee. And then come blow me in the shower.”
“Oh. Okay.” She dropped her head to the pillow again. “Have fun with that.”
Yes, she remembered now. Landry had a couple of business meetings in LA he had to take care of. Cris would stay behind with her and run the Florida office.
Some women might be pissed off that their husband never took them to LA with them.
Tilly wasn’t some women.
And she damn sure didn’t like early flights, unlike Landry, who never minded being up at the asscrack of dawn.
Tilly rolled onto her side, dragging Landry’s pillow into her arms as she tried to go back to sleep. She was vaguely aware of the sound of the shower starting, the delicious aroma of coffee filling the air, and thought perhaps she’d get up just to watch the hot man-sex action.
The next thing she knew, Landry was kissing her good-bye.
Peeling an eye open, she glared at him. “Evening flights are good, too, you know.”
He chuckled. “I am a creature of habit, love.
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