The three of us normally order pizza in, but since we’re planning to go out for ice cream afterwards anyway, we opt instead to just dine in at the spot we usually buy from. Brie seems to get a major kick out of getting to shake extra cheese onto her pizza from the little parmesan dispenser, so it feels like a win-win.
And true to my word, I do end up using sprinkles as a bargaining chip to bribe my daughter into eating a little bit of salad with dinner.
So when we go to the ice cream shop afterwards, her strawberry kids’ cup is topped with a cheerful little handful of rainbow rods. Rudy gets a cup of some new flavor with Oreo cookies and coffee in it, and I get my usual: pistachio almond.
I can’t help but admire the beauty of my little family in the setting sun. The warm light brings out hints of red in their brunette hair. With their complexions, plus the matching hair and eye colors, Brie actually looks a little more like Rudy than she does me, but that’s because she takes after Sarah.
Rudy wrinkles his nose at me as the three of us dig our spoons in at a table outside. “Pistachio almond is such a grandpa flavor.”
How so?” I ask, laughing.
“You’re the only person I’ve ever met who enjoys that flavor and is also under the age of like, 80.”
“It tastes good,” I reply with a shrug, “Maybe you just don’t have the refined palate that comes with age.”
He snorts and rolls his eyes.
The three of us continue chowing down on our frosty treats until the plastic spoons are scraping the bottoms of the cups. After that, we toss our trash, pack Brie into the car seat, and head home.
Bath and bedtime are uneventful, and once Brie’s drifting off to dreamland, I head to the bedroom I share with Rudy. He’s tapping away at his cell phone when I enter. “We got a couple of replies to the e-mails we sent out,” he informs me as I pull off my shirt, “I’m gonna get a couple of them in for interviews tomorrow.”
I shed my jeans, standing in nothing but my boxers. “Good. See, baby? I told you it would all work out, we’ll get this take care of,” I murmur, sitting beside him on the bed and kissing his neck.
His eyes fall closed and a contented little moan rolls from his throat. “Go on, put that down,” I urge him, “Call it a night.”
A smile curls his lips. “I believe I did promise you a little…relief,” he murmurs, reaching over and stroking my rapidly growing erection through the fly of my boxers.
“Mhmm,” I move my lips up and drag his earlobe between my teeth gently.
Rudy groans. “Get the lube.”
With a chuckle, I lean over and retrieve the bottle from out nightstand drawer while he disposes of his clothes in a hurry. I look over at him and raise an eyebrow. “Someone’s in a rush.”
“You want to put your cock in my ass, or not?” he asks in a low, growly tone.
“I think we both know the answer to that.”
“Well, then?”
I tug my boxers off and flick the cap off the lube bottle. Despite his apparent sense of urgency, I still take the time to warm him up, prepping his asshole with my fingers, stretching and lubing him up to take my cock.
When I decide he’s good and ready for me, I slather my erection in the slick stuff and position the tip at my partner’s entrance. “Ready for me, baby?”
“Always,” he assures me.
Slowly, I push into him and he lets out a low hiss. “All good?” I ask.
“So fucking good.”
Assured by the breathless delivery of the words, I drive in deeper. “Oh, fuck yeah, right there,” he groans.
I pump in and out, striking the spot again and again. While I do, I reach around and wrap my fingers around the base of his cock, working my fist up and down the length of him while I fuck him.
Even with the lube, the tight walls of his ass are a constant source of delicious friction that I feel along every inch of my shaft. And with every buck of my hips that drives me into his prostate, those walls tighten and pulse around me.
We’ve been together nearly two years. The sensations may be familiar, but they’ve in no way lost their novelty, and every time we make love feels just as good as the first time.
And the motions of his body are just as familiar, so when I feel his dick stiffening in my hand and hear the hitching of his breath, I know he’s close.