I slapped her ass hard and motioned for her to get on all fours. She grabbed the headboard with one hand and her whole gorgeous ass and wet pussy were exposed for me. I fingered her pussy while I jerked my shaft and appreciated her beauty. Then, when I couldn’t last much longer, I entered her from behind and grabbed her hips as I began to fuck her.
“Come on my cock, baby,” I told her as I felt the orgasm building in me. I smashed into her ample ass and watched it bounce as she took every single inch of me. She was moaning and pushing back into my thrusts, so I reached between her legs and slapped her clit hard. Her whole body froze and then shuddered. I drove into her faster and began spanking her ass. When I could feel her pussy tighten and clench around my cock, I plunged a thumb into her asshole as she began to come. Sophie keened and her muscles milked my dick as she creamed on my erection. Before I could help myself, I was shooting hot threads of my cum deep inside her tight hole. I swore as I grabbed my shaft and continued to thrust. My balls cinched and I exploded releasing every last drop of my cum inside her.
We were trying for another baby, a sibling for Emma. When I thought about how imperative siblings had been in my life, I knew I didn’t want Emma to be an only child. Sophie felt the same way so we were casually giving it a go. So far Sophie’s limited vision had been stable, there was no marked deterioration, we both had great jobs and were in a good place financially.
“I’m going to go get some coffee; you staying in bed?” Sophie asked me. She leaned over and kissed my forehead as she closed her robe around herself and shoved her feet into fuzzy slippers at the foot of the bed.
“I’m gonna run through the shower and I’ll be right down,” I told her. I grabbed her hand and she turned back around. “I love you, Soph,” I said.
“I love you too, Gabriel,” she said with one of her eyebrows raised. “What’s up?”
“I never thought I deserved this,” I told her. I gestured to our room, our house, my own wife. “But letting go is what helped me to move forward. I’m a better man because of your love, Sophie. I just wanted to tell you how thankful I am. I’m not sure how you could see the real me underneath all the pain, but I’m grateful you did.”
She came back and hugged me hard, kissing my neck and my cheek.
“These eyes are magical, Maverick,” she said, pointing to her temple.
“I know that,” I said, kissing her on the head.
“Daddy, there’s a fly inside my room on the windowsill. I don’t know how he got there,” a little voice told us from the doorway. Emma was still in pajamas dragging her blanket and her red curls were sticking up every which way.
“Oh no!” I said. I took her little hand in mine and we started walking toward her jungle themed bedroom. “Should we get the flyswatter or catch him and let him go?” I asked her.
She stopped walking and looked up at me seriously. “Let him go!” she said, palms up emphatically.
“Good idea,” I confirmed.
I’d gone from a man who couldn’t love, but who didn’t hesitate to kill, to a man who loved his family beyond measure and who wouldn’t harm a fly, if he didn’t have to.
The End