I wrap my arm around her shoulders and lean in, kissing her head.
“Okay, okay, that’s enough with the mush. Let’s get to dinner and dancing,” Aiden announces, smiling at his mother.
“Dinner and dancing?” Callie asks.
“You’ll see.” I grin and walk with her toward the back of the Harris’ farm where the dinner-dance is about to get underway.
“Oh Mike, it’s exactly how I remember it. How’d you do all this?” she asks, looking at me in astonishment.
“You and me for eternity, right? I’d find a way to give you the moon if you desired it. That’s how powerful my love is for you,” I tell her, and she bites her bottom lip and leans in for a kiss.
We get through dinner, and the dancing is in full swing when I take Callie by the hand and lead her away from the kids and back to the barn. I feel like a sinful schoolboy sneaking off behind the building to make out.
We enter the barn, and Callie stops in the doorway and looks at the very old engraving on the door frame. “Oh Mike, it’s still here.” She runs her hand over the symbol while I smile.
I pull Callie to me and start to slow dance with her. “I love you so much. I always have.”
“I love you, too, Mike. Always have, always will.”
“Callie Anne King, do you know how much I adore you?”
Her glistening eyes lock onto mine, and I see nothing but love shining back from her.
“I do.”
“Oh, Chris, harder!” Sarah screams as she claws her fingernails into my back. I’m so close to coming, but I hold out and thrust into her deeper. It’s hard getting the angle right as she sits spread eagle on top of the washing machine. The movement from the spin cycle is making it even more difficult but much better for Sarah. I fucking love her sex face, it turns me animalistic. I thrust again, and she moans loudly. She’s so tight around my cock, and every time I slide in and out of her is pure fucking ecstasy.
“Fuck! Sarah, I love you,” I groan as I slide her on and off me again.
“Shut up, you pussy and fuck me,” she growls while reaching up and taking hold of the fold-out clothes line above her head. I start to drive faster—I’m wound up so tight that if my balls constrict any further, I think they’re going to implode.
“Oh yeah… right there, big boy,” Sarah calls out as I pull her onto me so every inch of her tight, wet pussy covers my cock. She moans loudly, I feel her tighten around me, and then she screams out in satisfaction.
Oh yeah, I’m the man!
Pumping faster, my cock hardens that little bit more, almost painful, then my balls squeeze tight, and I come so damn hard inside her. “Sarah,” I shout, followed by a long, drawn-out moan.
Both our breathing slows while the spin cycle on the machine gradually reduces speed and then stops as Sarah collapses in my strong arms.
Man, my guns are getting big. I’ll have to pump some more iron later, get those muscles looking even better than they do now. I flex my bicep and smile at myself.
Fuck, I’m awesome!
Sarah slowly sits back up, and I pull out of her. She smirks, pushing my chest, making me take a step backward, which causes me to chuckle. “Now piss off and let me get back to the washing, you fiend. Can’t even let a girl do the freakin’ washing without you giving her one,” she states, hopping down and turning to open the lid of the machine.
“Babe, Mom’s got Ethan.” I know I sound whiney, but I continue, “We have to make the most of our night together, not spend it doing stupid laundry,” I explain, snuggling into her from behind and kissing her neck.
“Go… make me some dinner. If you’re good, I’ll be a naughty maid after and give you some dessert.” Turning in my arms, she stands on her toes to kiss me.
“Well, who can say no to that?” I give her a quick kiss before letting her go and turning to walk out. Sarah slaps me on the ass as I go to which I chuckle but keep going to the kitchen. You would think I’d have learned not to cook naked because, well, heat and dicks don’t mix. But I figure we’ll be getting naked again right after dinner, so why bother getting dressed. It seems like an unnecessary inconvenience—I’ll just be careful because I need my cock in working order.
I walk over to the fridge to make a start when my phone rings.
“Babe, your phone,” Sarah calls out.
I head back to the laundry to grab it from my jeans pocket, and as I get to the door, Sarah hands it to me.
I smile and swipe the screen. “Yel-low?” I boom, and Sarah simply rolls her eyes.