She went down my body, and I could feel myself getting harder just thinking about my wife’s mouth coming onto my body.
“You know what we haven’t done in a while?” I was surprised, because her warm mouth wasn’t enveloping my hard cock, but I propped myself up on an elbow.
“What, babe?”
“Because our little girl is in the house, we have not gotten too wild.”
“What do you have in mind?”
She just smiled.
“Catch me.” She ran out of our bedroom, totally naked and completely free. I got up and ran after her, a little more slowly. She went quickly down the stairs, and she went to the kitchen. I could hear the sound of her opening something.
I grinned and ran faster.
She pulled out a tray of ice cubes. She patted the counter. Come here, she said.
I sat on our granite countertop. I was glad that we had paid for quality in our kitchen. It was definitely something that we had tested time and time again.
She popped one out. She knelt on the ground. Her head was at the level of my thighs.
She touched her tongue to the head. It felt so warm. Then, she brought the ice cube to touch where she had gone. I hissed as I felt the cold where her warmth had been.
Then her mouth was there, and I felt like my body was on fire. I could feel my precome come to the tip of my cock, and I felt her swallow it.
I shouted as she applied the ice cube lower. She immediately touched her tongue there, and I could not hold back my release.
It got in her hair. She pulled a chunk of it, looked at my seed in it, and told me, “If you make a mess, you have to clean it up.”
I pulled her into my arms, and I kissed her deeply, probing her mouth with my tongue. I slid off of the countertop, and I threw her over my shoulder. I ran up the stairs with the speed of a hungry cheetah. When I got inside of our bathroom, I put her down on her feet again.
I turned on the spray, and I washed her hair gently. We had learned each other’s bodies over the years, and I knew how to give her a scalp massage that melted her into a warm puddle in my arms. She moaned as if we were having sex, but I was only touching her head, rubbing gently but firmly in circles.
When her hair was clean, we wrapped ourselves up in towels to dry off. We went back to our bed and lay on our backs.
“I’m exhausted. You wore me out.”
She propped herself up on an elbow. “Me? You’re the sex maniac. My god, you are insatiable.”
My hand crept to her smooth, bare upper thigh. “You love it.”
“I do. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
She rolled so that her naked body was on top of me. She was so soft and warm. I was out of commission for a little while, but I put my hands on her back, feeling the curve of her hips going into her small waist.
“We should do this more often. Maybe we should hire a babysitter. We’ve been so careful about Nessa, but there are perfectly competent people to take care of her.”
She bit her lip. “You think so?”
“Honey, I know so.”
“Maybe we should hire a nanny.”
“A nanny? Do you really think that we need that? Why?”
“I’m pregnant again.”