Her soft smile turns me into a mush of a man. I embrace that role gratefully. She’s wearing a sundress and I lift it up over her hips and pull her panties aside. “Oh, you’re changing your tune then? You do want it here?”
She nods against my chest. I let my fingers slip inside her and her knees buckle. I lift her with one hand and sit her on the counter. She leans back on her arms and tilts her chin up. Kissing her neck and chest, I let my fingers dance to the pace I know will bring her there, quickly. Maeve seeks out my lips and I kiss them—madly, hotly, aggressively, just how she wants it right now. Her hips rock against my fingers as she fucks them, and she bites my lip so hard I know it will be swollen. The need to be inside her hits, and I don’t even think, I unzip my pants and replace my fingers with my cock. She comes on the spot, face a beautiful work of art in a state of pure bliss.
“God, why is it so much better when you’re inside me.” She coughs when she tries to swallow. “I see stars and fireworks.”
I pull out of her slowly and hiss when the cool air hits my wet dick. “We’ll have to finish you off again later.” Her eyes twinkle with mirth. “However which way you want.”
Maeve hops off the counter the second the kids rush in. Her face is still red and gets even redder when the kids invade our private moment. I fold my arms across my chest and enjoy her awkwardness as she cleans the counter and washes her hands again for good measure.
Birdie jumps up in her seat. “I’m so hungry I could eat a whole cow.”
“How about macaroni,” Maeve says. “We’re fresh out of full cows.”
Turner laughs and hops up on the barstool next to where Maeve was just sitting. “Macaroni is fine by me, Mom!” Turner says.
Maeve serves them up and I get them water. Birdie’s blonde ringlets are stuck to her face with sweat. I give her a ponytail as she chatters away about their game of chase.
She leans against the counter looking at them, and when I say looking, I mean really, looking, like she can’t believe her luck. Like they’re curious creatures from another planet she’s lucky enough to have in her home. Maeve doesn’t take a second for granted, and it’s in this simple Sunday moment that I remember that fact. I pinch her ass and she startles.
“Hey, now, partner,” she whispers.
“I love you,” I say, leaning over to make sure she hears me.
Her big blue eyes flick up to meet mine. “I love you.”
My heart skips a beat, the air hums, and it feels a little like it does right before you throw a flash bang into a room you’re not familiar with. The charge, the excitement, the anticipation, and the fear, all rolled up into one small package. I didn’t just survive the back blow this time, I fell in love with it.