Bram reaches around to rub my clit.He’s so good at this. Making me come while he fucks me in my ass. So good. Every. Time.
He circles it fast and hard, slow and soft, back and forth, side to side. He thought he would be the one to come fast, but it’s going to be me if he keeps this up. “I’m already close.”
He’s moving faster now. “Come for me, Claud. I want to feel your body quiver and contract around me because you’re orgasming hard.”
I circle my hips, meeting him stroke for stroke. Then the first wave comes. I clench my cheeks around him tightly, but he keeps moving when my insides squeeze around him.
“Claud… oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” That’s all he manages to get out.
I hear a naughty little chuckle before he leans down to kiss my back. “Told you I’d make you want it. I always do.”
“Damn you, Noel Abraham Windsor. How do you do that?”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Bram jerks out of me at the same time that I jolt at the sound of our son’s voice coming from the doorway. I dive, best I can, into the bed and pull the sheet over me. “Abraham, what are you doing up from your nap?”
“What you doing to Mama?”
I look at my husband with wide eyes for an answer.
Bram busies himself with pulling on his jeans. “Baby Scout was making Mama’s back hurt, so I was rubbing it to make her feel better.”
Abraham is a smart boy, sometimes too smart. Not sure he’s buying that story.
Bram reaches for a T-shirt. “Go watch cartoons while I finish changing clothes, and I’ll come make you a snack.”
“‘Kay.”
Bram laughs as he falls on the bed beside me.
I slap his chest. “Not funny. We probably just scarred our son for life.”
“He’s four, Claud. He’ll be fine.”
God, I hope so. I walked in on my parents having sex one time. Took years for me to recover.
Bram reaches under the sheet and rubs my tummy. The baby is active, moving all over the place. “I do believe that stirred Miss Scout.”
When I look down, I can see the waves of movement under my skin like a restless sea. “I’m going to miss that.”
“Probably not for long the way we breed.”
“No. This is the last one.”
Bram stops rubbing my stomach and looks at me. I see the fear in his eyes.
“Clarification: the last onefor a while.I’m twenty-three and this is my third baby. My body needs a break. It’s tired.”
“You scared me. I thought you were saying we were done for good.”
Bram has said from the start of our marriage that our family would be complete with four kids. I don’t know about that. Guess it all depends on how many reckless moments we have in the future since each of them seems to result in him putting another baby inside me.
Bram Windsor. I have loved that man my entire life. From the first memory I have of him, he was in my heart. Always will be.
He is my love. My best friend. My husband. My children’s father.
Forever mine.
The End