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“Get on your hands and knees,” he commanded. He walked to my side table and opened the top drawer. He pulled out a condom, but also my favorite dildo. “You’ve been naughty, huh?”
“You know how much I love sex,” I reminded him with a grin.
He held it up to his cock, and I realized the two were close to the same size. “I think you’ve just been missing my dick.”
I bit my lip and nodded, causing him to drop the dildo back in the drawer and hurry back to me. I heard him put the condom on, and the anticipation of having him moving inside me was making me shake. “Hurry,” I begged.
He smacked my ass, causing me to yelp. Then he grabbed my hips and thrust inside me to the hilt with a long, deep groan. “Fuck, you feel like heaven.”
I cried out, throwing my head back and adjusting myself on his length. He stayed like that for long enough that I started moving, trying to fuck myself with his cock. He smacked my ass again, but I didn’t care. I kept moving.
He chuckled and held me still. Then he started slowly thrusting into me, pulling all the way out and pushing fully back inside me again and again.
“Hurry,” I pleaded.
“You’ll take what I give you.”
He kept his speed the same, moving in that slow, hypnotic rhythm until I was panting. It took longer to get me there, but I could tell when I came it was going to make me see stars. “I’m going to come,” I cried out, then screamed with pleasure as I went over the edge.
“Fuck, baby, you’re squeezing me so hard.” He pounded into me, extending my orgasm. Then he went still as he came with a yell. He thrust a couple of more times before pulling out and collapsing beside me on the bed.
“That was… amazing,” he said.
I nodded, not yet able to speak.
We lay like that, recovering, for several minutes.
“Get ready,” he warned me with a wicked smile. “I’m going to want to do that all night. And I’m almost ready for round two.”
I pulled his head to mine for a deep, passionate kiss before letting go and looking in his eyes. “I’m not complaining.” I said, and as we started up again, I couldn’t help but love the familiarity. The way we knew each other’s bodies and what we liked.
Much later, as we finally passed out, ready for sleep, I let him pull me against him and hold me as we drifted off. My last thought as I settled against him and his arms wrapped around me was that it felt like coming home.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Thatcher
Theo’s party was a huge success. Carrie always invited our best friends to stay well past the party was over for what she liked to call ‘the after party.’ That’s when the heavy appetizers and the adult beverages came out, and the grownups were able to relax as the kids had a blast with each other.
As night wore on and the screams of laughter from the children started to lose some of their steam, I looked at Carrie and she nodded. It was time for the after party to come to a close. It was hard to say goodbye to such an awesome party and great weekend, but I didn’t want Theo to fall asleep standing up.
“Okay, y’all, I hate to do it, but I think the after party has officially come to a close,” Carrie said. She’d poured candy of all kinds from the ‘candy bar’—a table she’d set up to look like an old-fashioned candy store—into the treat bags for the kids long ago. The moms and dads had tucked the bags away for another day, knowing the children had reached their sugar and fun limit.
Blair was the last to leave. “I can come over tomorrow to help with the clean up,” she said, helpful as always.
Carrie nodded in relief. “That would be great. I was going to ask you to bring the kids back over tomorrow anyway. We have the bounce house for another day, so they might as well enjoy it.”
Blair’s children cheered quietly, aware of their youngest sibling sleeping safely in Blair’s arms. Her sixth child had comeas a surprise. She swore she was done now, but I had my doubts. She was the quintessential mom. But six kids? I didn’t know how she and Scott did it. Carrie and I had difficult moments managingonechild. And really, Scott didn’t help much that I’d ever seen. It was all Blair, all the time. Her kids adored her, though, and she never even seemed very stressed or tired.
We waved as we said goodbye and closed the gate. There was always a strange let down at the end of a great party. This one was no different, and I saw Theo’s lower lip start to tremble. Poor guy was worn out.
“Hey, bud,” Carrie leaned down. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want the party to be over. And I don’t want Daddy to leave.”
Carrie’s eyes shot to mine, and I grinned. This was going to be fun.
“Guess what?” I said, as I knelt down to get on his level. “Ms. Blair is coming back over tomorrow and bringing your friends to come jump in the bounce house some more.”
