“Oh my God, Declan. You have to move. Please,” I say as I start to move my body, but not getting enough leverage in this position, so I do the one thing I know I can to give me some relief. I bring my hand down to my pussy and finger my clit.
“Kendall, if you don’t move those fingers off of my pussy, I’m going to spank you,” he grunts out as he finally starts to thrust in and out of me at a slow pace.
I move my fingers, reluctantly. I’m already on the cusp of coming, and I can feel my pussy start to convulse.
“Don’t you come, Kendall. Not yet. We come together,” he murmurs into my ear.
I somehow manage to hold off until I see him looking at where we’re connected. His cock is slick with my juices and I detonate and scream out, “Declan!”
My whole body is shaking. He pushes my back down and continues to thrust in and out of me. My nipples are on the cold vanity, and it heightens my experience. When I feel his fingers manipulate my clit, pinching and pulling, I know another orgasm, one that’s more intense, is coming.
“Get there, Kendall. This time we come together,” he demands. I can feel the sweat dripping from his body onto my body. I lift my head and catch him in the throes of his own orgasm. I come with him this time. This one more intense. I’m left depleted in the most delicious way.
“I love you, Kendall,” he whispers into my ear as he carries me into the shower.
“I love you more, Declan.” I have one more surprise up my sleeve. This one I’m waiting to tell him tomorrow over breakfast with the kids before we leave.
Second Epilogue
Declan
Kendall left me this morning to get the kids up and moving and to make breakfast. I tried to get up, but she wasn’t having any of it. Truth be told, after last night, I could use another hour of shut eye. She wrung me dry. Our lives keep getting better and better.
I hear the kids running up and down the hallway next to our bedroom. The one drawback to our home is that it’s not a split floor plan, so if Kendall gets too loud in our lovemaking, it usually wakes up one of the kids which is why last night I cornered her in the bathroom. I wanted her coming and screaming as much as possible before we leave to spend time with the family.
I can’t wait to see what we can get away with while we’re down on the island, and if I can persuade her into one more child. I’m not sure why I’m pushing for another. Our four are happy and healthy, but I think I miss her being pregnant most.
I groan as I get out of bed, pull on a pair of shorts and go into the bathroom to do my morning ritual. When I’m done, I go to the master bedroom door that’s still shut. Waiting until I hear their laughter and feet stomping and running down the hall before I open and yell, “Gotcha!” They all scream, “Daddy!” and I take off after them, only stopping as we approach the stairs to go down. I place Autumn on my shoulders as she squeals with joy and Logan on my hip. I know before too long they’ll be too big to do this, but for the time being I’m going to keep our tradition alive.
Matthew and Nicole must be downstairs with Kendall. We have the gate up so they can’t climb up and down the stairs by themselves.
We make our way down there and I see banners hung up in the kitchen that say “Surprise!”
“What’s all this?” I question Kendall.
“The kids and I have something to tell you, Declan. Ready kids?” she asks all four of the kids.
“Ready,” they yell.
“On the count of one, two, three….We’re pregnant, Daddy!” they all laugh and scream out of sync.
I’m stunned silent, yet I have the biggest smile on my face. Fuck, what this woman does to me.
“I love you guys,” I say as I wrap them up as much as I can with all of our children.
“I love you, Declan,” Kendall whispers as our foreheads touch, and my nose glides along hers.
“I’m lucky to have you guys,” I choke out.
“We’re lucky to have you too, you know,” she states. I close my eyes and bask in this moment.
Who knew I’d meet the love of my life ten thousand feet in the air, and we’d get carried away in our own love.
THE END