Page 58 of Bear with Me
"It was." His smile turned feral.
I rubbed my rebounding cock against his rock-hard pole, and he shivered. "Stop teasing."
Our "new normal" was taking advantage of the peaceful moments when both twins slept. At any moment, we could run out of time. We needed this.
I propped his cock up and kneeled over him. Tracing the path of his fingers along the seam between my balls, between my legs, and against the tight ring of my hole, I gasped to find it still wet from my orgasm. I slid down over his shaft in one smooth stroke, and his fingers dug into my hips.
"Fuck, Blake. You're amazing."
The stretch burned a little, but it didn't hurt the way I'd feared. My thighs ached more from disuse. I hooked my ankles behind Ollie's knees and leaned over him, rubbing my cock against his hairy belly.
He pulled me down with one hand on my nape. Instead of kissing me, he nipped at my neck and shoulders. Already, I felt his knot forming near the base of his cock, stretching me open even wider.
"That's it," I whispered in his ear. "Come for me, Ollie. I want your knot."
His legs trembled from the effort it took to thrust against me with each of my downstrokes. He froze beneath me and bit downon the palm of his hand. I kept going, loving the feel of his cock kicking against my prostate as he filled me with his cum.
His knot expanded, locking us together. I continued to rock against him. The pressure was exquisite, pushing me closer to the edge of my second orgasm.
I closed my lips around Ollie's shoulder muscle, trying my best not to be too loud as my cock spurted between us. It was Ollie's turn to cover his face with the pillow. He grunted and rocked against me as he came again.
"Fuck, that was intense," he whispered once our breath returned to normal. "So fucking good."
His cock slipped from me, and I shivered as the frigid air contacted my slick.
The baby monitor flashed with a sound too faint for me to hear, and Ollie snorted. "Just in time. You shower. I'll take diaper duty."
I pressed my lips to the purple mark I'd made on his neck. Life with Ollie wasn't my new normal. It was my everyday joy and delight.
We both yawnedthrough Christmas Eve dinner. We weren't the only ones. With three sets of parents with children under the age of one, we weren't exactly party people. Nora didn't mind. She and Walter's twins, Liam and Petra, talked animatedly through dinner, ignoring the rest of us. The twins had started preschool in the fall, and they told Nora all about the drawings now stuck to her refrigerator door.
"What do you think Santa will bring you?" she asked Liam once they'd exhausted the school topic. "I bet it's nail clippers."
Liam had once again attacked the balsam fir Christmas tree in the living room, this time sheering a few boughs from the bottom. Nora and Petra had spent a few minutes twisting them together and adding garland and tinsel to form a centerpiece around a giant Santa-shaped candle. Nora bedazzled with the Christmas decorations, even on the table. I couldn't see the tablecloth through the strings of colorful lights wrapped in white garland, miniature Christmas village buildings, and snowman placemats.
"No." Liam gave his head a violent shake. "Santa won't bring me nail clippers."
"For cats." Nora nodded, but there was a glint of mischief in her eye.
"Grandma!" He curled his arms over his little chest and stuck out his bottom lip in a pout. "He will not!"
She laughed and patted his head. "Probably not. Krampus might."
"What's Krampus?" Petra asked.
As Nora told the story of Krampus, Liam shrank further into his seat, while Petra leaned closer, completely enthralled with the tale. "I hope Krampus visits Mark and Billy."
Liam nodded. "Yeah."
"He might visit you, too," Petra said, elbowing Liam in the side. "You were mean to Violet."
"Who's Violet?" Nora asked.
Together, the twins told her about a kitten shifter in their daycare class. "She's so small," Liam said. "She follows me around like she's going to be a mountain lion someday, but she's not. She's just a cat."
"Nobody is 'just a cat,'" his mom, Michelle, said quietly. "She's following you because you look and smell like her, even if your form is a lot bigger."
"But Mom?—"
