And I am free to dream about what lies ahead for my sweet little family.
“Next week is the twenty-week ultrasound,” I say as Rainbow toddles to me, landing in my arms. I lift her from the floor and kiss her head. “Think it’s going to be a boy or girl?” I ask Reed.
“Either way, what do you think of the name Sunny? With a u or an o.”
I lean over and kiss Reed, loving his sentimentality. “I think it’s perfect.”
“That was easy,” Reed says with laugh.
With Rainbow in my arms, I tell Reed I’m going to put her to bed. “Then… maybe we can go to bed?” I ask with a glint in my eyes.
“You’re tired?” He looks at his phone. I know what time it is.
“No, I’m not tired at all,” I say with a grin before carrying our one-year-old toward her bedroom.
Reed gets a clue and smacks my bottom as I pass him. His touch always sends my heart racing.
I read Rainbow two board books, and hear Reed finishing the dishes in the kitchen. Why does the sound of a man loading the dishwasher seem so flipping sexy?
“Okay, love you sweetie,” I say, giving Rainbow one last kiss and hug, and turning off the nightlight. She is still in a crib, but I’m guessing with her new walking skills we will need to get her in a toddler bed.
A smile crosses my face, knowing her daddy will be able to build her a beautiful one.
I stand at her bedroom door, watching as she curls up with her stuffed horse, and Reed comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Here comes the sun,” he starts to sing softly in my ear. Our song. I melt against him, feeling his love surround both of us girls.
“Come on,” I say, taking my husband’s hand and leading him to our bedroom. I undress quickly, watching him as he unbuckles his belt, tugs off his flannel. Every inch of him is chiseled, masculine, mine.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, moving close, his eyes on mine. His kiss is so inviting that I close my eyes and sink right in.
We move to the bed, our skin hot as we move as one. My body was made for his, and his for mine, and there is no denying that as I roll on top of him, taking hold of his thick cock and stroking him. My pussy is wet as I eagerly touch him. I turn around, offering him my ass as I lower my mouth to take his full cock.
I can’t help it, I love sucking him off. He squeezes my butt, and his tongue runs up and down my pussy, my slit so wet for him as he pleasures me.
Moans escape me as I bob my head up and down, his thickness filling me up the way I crave.
I never want to be apart from him, this man who would do anything to keep me safe and protected.
“God, you taste good, love,” he says, his tongue fluttering over me. “I’m so fucking close.”
I feel his growing cock, the ridges needy, ready to spill. I suck him harder, wanting to taste his come, wanting it to slide down my throat, wanting to be filled with him in this primal, intimate way.
We were both each other’s first. Our only ones.
“Oh Reed,” I moan, pumping his cock as he comes, my head moving up and down as he fingers my folds, opening my pussy the way we both love. I’m so slick and wet, and I whimper as he fingers me, deep and hard. I come too, my need for him only intensifying as the orgasm moves through me.
I spin, licking my lips, and sink down on his still hard cock, circling my hips as I take him deep inside me.
“You like that?” I ask him, knowing full well he loves it.
“You know I do,” he says, massaging my breasts tenderly as my pussy releases down my thighs. Slick and squeaky, he takes my hands, lacing his fingers with mine. “I’d do anything for you, my family. You know that, right?”
His eyes search mine and I nod, the heat of the moment overwhelming me. I am his, and he is mine. He is the protector of more than this mountain — he is the protector of me.
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Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men.
As a thirty-something mom who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters.
She also believes in the power of a quickie.
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