Page 107 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
“I want to put another one in here,” Wyatt says from between my legs.
“Huh?” I ask, dazed.
He just went down on me like his life’s mission was to give me multiple orgasms and he succeeded.
“Let’s have another baby.” He kisses his way up my stomach to my breasts.
“How about we let this one have a second birthday first?” I bargain.
“Why?”
“I feel like all my parts are just now returning to normal. And you want to throw them all out of whack again?”
“You have the most perfect parts in the world.” He moves my hair to nuzzle my neck and scrapes his teeth along my collarbone, making me putty in his hands. “I can’t keep my hands off them.”
“You’re legally required to say that,” I tell him, wrapping my legs around his waist and tilting my hips to give him easier access. “It was in our vows. Both times.” I run my hands along his broad shoulders and muscular back.
God, I love his body.
“The score is three to one,” he says. “Let’s make it four to two.” He’s referring to orgasms. I like it when he keeps track. I have zero problems getting twice as many as him.
His dick slides smoothly into me. Not hard to do when I’ve just come three times.
“God, Wyatt,” I moan. No matter how often he enters me, it’s just as good as the first time, every time.
There’s something magical that happens when we make love. Like an emotional transcendence that makes the physical pleasure more salacious and carnal. I can’t explain it, but it’s the best thing I’ve ever experienced.
His lips reclaim mine lightly as his arms band around me, holding tight. “You are so fucking perfect,” he whispers against them. “I love you so much, you know that?” The tenderness in his gaze makes my breath catch.
“You and Nico have brought so much joy to my life,” he continues, kissing me as he’s talking. “I don’t mean to get all sappy on you, but I didn’t even realize how much I was missing before. So, thank you, sweetheart, for rounding out my life and making it complete.”
My heart wants to burst from my chest. Sometimes this man says the most beautiful things to me. I fall head over heels in love with him all over again.
But then I feel the need to tease him, even if it’s in the middle of sex because the way we laugh and joke is one of my favorite things about us.
I cringe. “You aren’t giving me the ‘you complete me’ speech, are you?”
He rolls his eyes. “Pfft. Did that sound like some cheeseball romantic comedy soliloquy to you?”
“Kinda.” I laugh.
He raises to his forearms and plants them on either side of my head. His hips slowly gyrate, moving his cock in and out of me, stimulating every pleasure sensor within.
“Here’s what I think.” His eyes twinkle as they hold mine. “You clearly didn’t listen to my proclamation closely enough or you would have heard the obvious superiority of my deliveryandsemantics over your poorly recalled movie tidbit.”
“So, I’m not listening to you or remembering the movie correctly?”
“I said it, I’m standing by it.” He leans down and draws my nipple into his mouth, sucking.
“Mmm.” I run my fingers through his hair, tugging at it and pulling him closer simultaneously. “I love this, taking our time, no interruptions.”
He raises his head. “Don’t jinx it. How much time do we have left?”
It seems all we get anymore where sex is concerned are quickies. I miss the longies from before we had Nico, and before our careers go so busy.
Don’t get me wrong, I still live for the quickies especially where we might be caught, as long as it’s not by family or our soon-to-be toddler. This chance to get thirty minutes of uninterrupted time together while a plethora of babysitters entertain Nico outside was too good to pass up.
I glance at the clock anyway to check.
