Page 17 of Manual Labor
We haven’t had many nights like this lately. Jasper is nearly five, which doesn’t seem like the age where a kid should have a super busy social life, but he does. I think it’s the barrel racing lessons. Not to mention that every kid he’s met has a birthday party every weekend.No exaggeration.Besides that, we’ve got another one on the way. At 52, I didn’t think I’d be saying that again.
Daisy will be here in a few weeks, and though I’m not sure I’m ready, I know how great it’ll be to have new life in the house again. Plus, Jasper is very excited to show his baby sister all his cowboy stuff.
I tighten my grip on Sara’s thigh and stare up at my beautiful girl as I thrust upward inside of her. Instincts have me wanting to revel in the scent of her sex, in the texture of her core, in the sounds she makes as she nears her orgasm, but I’m a weak man. A weak man who’s about to blow in this tight little pussy.
“You’re so thick,” she whines as she bounces faster.
Fuck.
This view reminds me of our wedding night. Sara’s long hair falling off her shoulders. The hungry look in her eyes. Her mouth dropped open in pursuit of release. The wide-open window from this very bedroom bringing in the breeze.
She really wanted to spend our first night as a married couple here at the cabin making memories in a place that meant the world to both of us. It’s the same reason she insisted on having our wedding in the horse barn.
I wasn’t sure how Kit would take it at first given that the barn housed a lot of the memories she had with her mother, but she was happier than ever. In fact, she couldn’t stop talking about how glad her mom would’ve been to see me finally move on. I don’t even think she made one comment about our age gap… to me anyway.
“Oh God.” Sara rocks faster, her small hand on my chest as she whines and bounces.
“Good girl. Drain yourself on my cock. Come on… you know how bad I need it.”
Her eyes close as her head dips back, and my eyes focus on the bending arch of her delicate neck, on her flowing hair, on her full round breasts as they sway and leak milky fluid down onto her stomach.
It’s the first time it’s happened, and the second she feels the wetness slide into her belly button, she leans up with alarm.
“What the hell?” She stops bouncing as her finger traces the wetness.
“I think your milk is coming in.”
Her brows narrow. “Yeah, but I’m not supposed to leak until after the baby’s born. I didn’t with Jasper.”
“I read in that book you have on the coffee table that it can happen before delivery too. It’s okay. You’re okay.” I leanup and cup her worried face in my hand, attempting to comfort her, though I’m not sure I’m much help because all I’m thinking about is licking up the mess she’s made.
“What are you looking at?” There’s concern in her voice as she stares at me. “I’m gross. I should go shower.”
“You’re not leaving.” I lift her from my cock and settle her back onto the bed, lifting her leg onto my shoulder before sinking in again with a groan. “I’m going to clean you up.”
“Gross! No!” She covers her full, leaky breasts with her forearm. “I don’t want you repulsed by me for eternity.”
“You’re really going to deny me all this sweet nectar? Come on… you’re not gross. You look delicious.” I kiss the side of her ankle as I thrust into her harder, desperate to lick every fucking drop of milk from her chest.
“Seriously? How do you know you’re gonna like it?”
“You made it. Of course I’ll like it.” I move her arms back and lean into her chest, licking the trail the milk left behind.
She’s so fucking sweet.
Thrusting steadily, I land my tongue on her breast and circle her full nipple before suckling, drinking, devouring every bit of sweet milk she’s made.
I’m not sure what it is about this, but it drives me so close to the fucking edge that I nearly come without moving.
“That feels kinda good,” she whispers as she thrusts upward onto my cock. “Don’t stop!”
I suck harder, drinking her in as our hot, sticky bodies slap into one another over and over again.
“Come for me, baby. Come on my cock.” The words come out in a mumble as I continue to suckle her breasts.
“Oh God, Wade!” Her pussy clenches around my cock and we both lose control.
It’s not often sex happens like this. Usually, one of us comes, and the other is a few minutes behind. There’s no issuewith that. Sex with Sara is amazing no matter how it happens, but this… this is unique, euphoric, perfect in every conceivable way.
She convulses beneath me, her soft body squirming, milk squirting into my throat, the sounds of her pleasure loud and ragged against my ear as I growl out and empty inside of her.
“You make me so happy,” Sara whispers, holding me tighter.
“You make me happier, honey.” I kiss the top of her head and fuck the last bit of come from the tip of my cock before collapsing next to her on the bed.
From here, we can see the whole farm. The big red barn, the horses in the pasture, the chicken coop, the greenhouse, and the goats Sara rescued from a place up in Montana.
I never thought I would love again. I figured life had given me beauty, and that I should be grateful for what I had when I had it.
Turns out, I’m a lucky, lucky man. A man who’s been given a second chance. A second chance that I’ll never take for granted.
