“So am I. Take my cum, princess.”
When he unloads in me, I shake. My climax hits me, and when he releases his hand from my throat, the sensations magnify tenfold. I shudder. Baron snatches my wrists and pins them back over my head, then silences my moans with his kiss.
Shot after shot of his warm release sprays inside me. My hips buck against his, and we writhe together on the table, wrapped in each other’s bliss, coming together. His lips remain locked on mine for some time. When he pulls back, our eyes meet.
“I know I say this every time,” I giggle. “But that was the best sex of my life.”
“I didn’t even fuck you from behind. Isn’t that your favorite?”
I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. I could probably fire my latest bowl just by placing it on my chest. “My favorite is looking into your eyes.”
We kiss again, and Baron slips out of me. His release spills down my thighs and butt, and I reach for a paper towel. “Wow, that was a lot.”
“A whole day’s worth,” he chuckles.
“You’re a cum machine.”
We both laugh and get dressed. I carefully put my bowl into the kiln, and we head upstairs. “Did Brian give you any trouble when you put him down?”
“No,” Baron replies. “But he did tell me to wake him up so he could see you later.”
Smiling, I push open the door to my son’s bedroom. “I think I can do that.”
He’s lying in his bed beneath his glowing ceiling stars as I come in. Quietly, I go over to him and wake him gently with a hand on his arm. His gorgeous eyes, the same as his father’s, open, and the smile that always melts my heart comes over his face.
“Hi, Mommy,” he whispers, rubbing his eyes.
“Hey, you,” I tell him as I nuzzle my nose against his. “Guess what? Mommy finished up her project today!”
“More bowls?” he asks.
“More bowls.”
“Yay!” He’s sleepy, I can tell. If I don’t let him go back to sleep, he’s going to be up for hours and be grumpy tomorrow.
“Go to bed, honey,” I whisper, kissing his forehead. “I’ll show you my bowl tomorrow.”
“Okay, Momma.” He smiles. I tuck him in and join my husband at the door. “Isn’t he perfect?” I whisper.
“I thought I was perfect,” Baron replies with a grin as he slides his arms around my waist.
“You are. Everything’s perfect. My life is perfect.”
“And all because you used to walk around my house dressed like a little slut.”
I gasp and spin to face him. “Baron, shh! Don’t talk like that around our son!”
“He’s passed out.” He grins, pulling me from the bedroom into the hall. “Besides, I don’t think I got enough of that pussy downstairs. Feel this.”
Baron takes my hand and places it on his crotch. I feel his bulge already forming.
“Ready for round two?” he asks.
Shaking my head in disbelief, I can only smile. “I love you so freaking much.”
“I love you too, princess,” he grins, sweeping me into his arms.
The End