By the time they returned home, the kids were passed out from full bellies, lots of giggles, and the sun. Cherish’s abs and sides held a light sting. After having a nice, relaxing bake in the sun, she was ready to sleep like the babies. Setting Jasmine down in the crib beside Jr.’s, she peered over the bars. Her hands gripped against it as she reached down and rubbed against both of their heads. A peaceful smile traveled towards Simon before she nodded. The day left her pleasantly pleased. She’d even temporarily forgot about the necessity to move out, “Today was a good day. Thank you, Simon.” She whispered. Patting him on his back, she turned to leave him in the room with the children. She paused in the doorway before wetting her lips and glancing back at him, “I’m going to shower. I’ll see you in bed.” She whispered with a yawn. Her hand slid down the frame as she walked away. Lingering for a moment, she pulled back, went into their bathroom, and started the water.
Simon yawned as he rubbed his finger against Jr.’s cheek. His hand then ran over Jasmine’s bald head and fell away. He was absolutely in love, “Sweet dreams, troublemakers.” He whispered before he left them soundly in their cribs. Simon knew he needed to shower after she was finished. Which was fine since she usually didn’t take much time to bathe.
Thoughts of the day whirled past Cherish’s head. The babies had a ton of fun, Jasmine was two shades darker, and Jr. was as rosy as could be. Then, there was Simon. She might have been over exaggerating or wearing rose colored glasses, but he became more handsome every day. She’d never seen someone so dedicated, kind, and loving towards her own daughter, his son, and furthermore, herself. Truly, she was blessed, and, in a bittersweet moment, she had to thank Emily for the opportunity; every night. Turning the water off, Cherish emerged moments later in a long night shirt.
Simon made his way into the bathroom and scrubbed the chlorine from his body. Finding himself moving quickly, a part of him hated to be left behind when they went to bed together. Laying on her stomach, Cherish tried to fight away sleep. She wanted to say at least goodnight to him before she fell. One eye would open followed by the other slowly before both would shut again.
Finished, Simon dried in a scramble and exited in pajama pants. As he felt, he saw he was too late. Cherish was already fast asleep.
Shutting the lights off, he crawled into bed and laid there wide awake. Her slumber would work in his advantage. Laying there and staring at the darkness, he thought about the day. She looked so good. She was soft, warm, and he’d felt more of her body willingly than ever before. His hand felt along his chest as he sighed and recalled just how wet she was. Her thick, curly hair hung around her shoulders. Her curves were out for his viewing pleasure with cold, hard nipples on display beneath that tight fabric. An image etched into his mind forever.
Simon couldn’t deny it. She was truly his ideal woman. With that in mind, he couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty for what he was about to do. Especially since she was intent on moving and leaving them for her own independence. Wetting his lips, he carefully took a glance at her in the darkness. The moonlight and street lights from the window slightly illuminated her body. Slowly, Simon lifted his hips and pulled his pajama pants down. Listening to her slow, steady breaths, he gripped his semi-erect shaft and started to roll himself in his grasp. Pulling and jerking himself to complete attention, he took a strong grip of his dick and rolled his eyes shut. His lips parted melting into the sensation with thoughts solely on Cherish.
Just when she was about to cross over into a deep slumber, the bed moved which grabbed what little of her senses were left. Her eyebrows twitched and quivered as she tried to differentiate her surroundings. Was his moving? Yes, he was moving, no, vibrating the bed. How? And what was that noise? Sighing through parted lips, she rolled over on her side facing him and draped her arm over his torso. She was subconsciously alert to the possibility she’d have to wake up. Especially, if he was struggling. His body twitched and he sounded labored for breath. About a minute later, Cherish’s eyes groggily opened and she stared at his profile in a dazed state. He looked strained but not in pain. What was he doing? Another minute passed before her mind registered what those sounds were and what he said to himself.
At the pace of his fantasy, Simon hardly had the mind to notice how fast and hard he was going. He wet his lips with one hand pressed to his chest and the other stroked his cock in jerked motions. Behind his eyes, he fucked her pussy as though he needed it. The half-moaned sound of her name filtered through his clenched teeth, “Yeah Cherish, nnng give me that good pussy. Take it.” All his senses were focused on his pleasure and memories. He’d lost all awareness of where he was and if she was awake or not.
He was consumed in thoughts of lust.
He imagined her down on the grass by the pool where she’d laid and laughed. Her top was untied, and her bottoms were pulled down her thighs. The cream color of her suit was a stark contrast to her deep hued skin tone. Her
