Page 41 of Slice

Part of their ups and downs had been Faith battling depression being around the baby boom at Bluff Creek. Although they had a family they loved, Faith still yearned for the child she couldn’t birth herself. After seeing her struggle during the second year of their marriage, he’d asked her about going back to the therapist who had prescribed the antidepressants to see if she might need a little help again.

Once Faith had gotten back on her prescription and it had started making a difference, she crawled into his arms and said she finally felt back to herself again. It still tugged on her heart when she held someone else’s newborn, but she didn’t dive back into the dark pit.

He stood up with his Bluff Creek family to meet his oldest for family pictures, then the huge graduation party for Deborah.

Faith stood with Slice’s arm around her waist, waving as Deborah and her friends drove away from the house. Seeing Deborah drive away to go to a friend’s party made her realize this was one more milestone in the journey. In a couple months, Deborah would be at college.

Faith could spend all evening feeling maudlin about one of her babies growing up, but tonight was a special night. All the kids were having sleepovers at other houses.

For the first time in a month, she and Slice were alone in the house, meaning she didn’t have to try to muffle her screams when her man played her body until he shot her into the stratosphere.

Slice closed the door. Faith didn’t say a word but held his hand and walked toward their bedroom. Two years ago, they’d added onto the back of the house for a bigger family room, another two bedrooms, and an enclosed sun porch.

With the addition of their own kids and also any emergency placements they had, they’d needed the room.

At the same time, Faith had stopped teaching kindergarten and instead taught a pre-K preschool class in the mornings at the daycare. Being off in the afternoons allowed her to attend all the kids’ school events, including out-of-town sporting events.

Faith walked toward their en-suite bathroom. “I want my husband naked and waiting on that bed for me when I get out,” she directed.

She was fine with Gabe taking the lead, but he was such a giver that she rarely got to give him a blow job, and unlike some women, Faith loved watching her man lose control when she had him in her mouth.

She closed the door, took care of business, and pulled on the new short negligee she’d ordered online. It was a pale blue sheer fabric that she thought set off her eyes quite nicely. It had an underwire to hold up her heavy breasts along with little cutouts for her nipples. It barely brushed the top of her thighs, so every time she moved, Gabe would catch a glimpse of her crotch.

With the number of kids they had, dressing up for sexy times was non-existent, so she was positive he would adore the effort she’d made tonight. She opened the bathroom door and grinned at the sight.

Four years and Gabe’s tattooed nude body still took her breath away every time.

“Woah, babe. When did you buy that?”

“You like?”

“No, I fucking love it and want to buy you one in every color. Now why don’t you come climb on and let me suck those gorgeous nipples peeking out at me.”

Faith shook her head no and leaned over the bed between Gabe’s feet.

“Nu-uh, this is my show. I am going to drive my man a little wild because no one will hear him scream,” she said, giggling a little because she was the one who had to fight to be quiet most times.

She crawled her way up the bed, dragging her hardened nipples along his legs. His leg hair brushing against her nipples had them tightening, and Faith was aware of each sensation of her body brushing against his. The sight was obviously working for Gabe. His cock was sticking straight up, and he was slowlystroking it, his heated eyes following her as she moved up the bed.

“You’re always sexy, Faith, but you taking control is so fucking hot,” he groaned.

She grinned at her husband and prepared to blow his mind. She pressed his thighs farther apart. She needed some room to work. Kneeling in front of him, she moved his hand and took over the slow stroking of his cock, up to the tip and then sliding back down to the base.

She leaned close, nuzzling his balls and sliding her tongue out to lick a path up his dick to the tip. She grinned as his thigh muscles clenched as he fought to not take over.

She licked the top of his cock then engulfed it, taking him deep. She so wouldn’t be sharing that she’d practiced on a cucumber so she wouldn’t choke on him. She’d learned that trick from one of the women who were always there for her.

“Faith,” Gabe groaned.

Faith kept it up, taking him deep then swirling her tongue, paying special attention to that little notch at the top of his dick. When he started involuntarily thrusting, she pulled off, and Gabe gave a different type of groan. She smiled because Gabe had taught her about delayed gratification, but he hadn’t experienced it yet.

Faith held his cock as she kissed up his abdomen, licking each ridge of his muscles. As she slid closer to reach his mouth, she dragged her wet pussy across his cock but didn’t let him enter. They weren’t even close to the main event.

She leaned on top of Gabe, leaning down to kiss him as he couldn’t stay still and had his hands full of her breasts, tweaking the nipples.

When she’d taken her fill of his kisses, she pulled away and sat her heated core against his abdomen, then tugged her negligee off over her head. Her breasts fell.

“You mentioned one time your fantasy,” Faith said, grasping her breasts and pushing them up and together.

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