Page 110 of Then Came You

"I'm too old for this," I sigh, banging my head back on the lounge. "It's supposed to be a relaxing break, and I'm anything but relaxed."

"I'm sure Row will find a way to relax you," Zee sniggers, earning him a slap on his chest from Barbra who's smirking.

"Ew!" Haven shrieks at the same time as I say "really?"

"Take him far away from me, Barbra." I ignore my idiotic son, "and you," I turn to Haven, "Go and check on your sister at the kids' club."

Our 6-year-old daughter, Hope Victoria, is the spitting image of her gorgeous Mum, and just as angelic and sweet. I'm praying to all the gods out there that she doesn't turn out to be an unruly headache like her sister.

The past six years have been the best of my life. Row has made me happier than I ever thought possible.

After Hope came along, Row continued to amaze me, seamlessly acing motherhood while juggling her studies. She’s still with The Leukaemia Foundation but has moved into the research division. She’s now studying medicine, so she can take her research one step further.

"Can you take Hunter with you?" My sexy-as-sin wife calls from where she’s splashing with our three-year-old son in our private infinity pool.

Hunter was the product of graduation sex. Row and I ended up getting a little frisky behind the stacks in the library at UNSW and nine months later, mine and Zee’s mini-me arrived. He’s just as cheeky as his older brother, the pair of them often colluding and getting up to no good. Hunter has my genes through and through, from dark hair and aquamarine eyes.

Meanwhile, Hope takes after her mum, with stunning caramel hair and chestnut eyes that throw flecks of whisky red in the sun. She’s currently obsessed with playing hairdressers, which brings me back to the good old days when I used to visit Row at the salon as an excuse. It melts me when I see Row do our daughter’s hair.

I love it even more that Haven has taken after her step-mum and does hair tutorials on social media. She has blown up recently, clocking millions of views on the intricate designs and colours she creates - all of which she learned from Row.

I watch in a daze as my 6-month pregnant wife climbs out of the water, water sluicing down her delectable curves. She's in a black micro bikini, her chest practically busting out from behind the miniature triangles, and the g-string, don’t even get me started on that. The design does nothing to hide what's mine. I feel my cock rising to attention as she gets closer, and my mouth salivates at the round bump she's sporting.

There is something unbelievably attractive about seeing Row carry my babies. I'm confident that once Haven and Hunter are far enough out of our line of sight, I'll be balls deep inside Row’s hot pussy. She's just steps away, but I can see her nipple piercings protruding proudly behind the clingy fabric. I can't wait to get my mouth on them.

I'm mesmerised by her.

My vibrant Tink shines brighter than ever, with her freshly dyed violet hair swishing behind her in a high ponytail as she slinks like a panther toward me. Her body is truly a work of art, with more ink added to it over the years. One of my favourite pastimes is licking every piece of artwork until she's wriggling under me, before I spear into her over and over again.

I discreetly try to palm my cock to behave, but it's no use. I can feel my Jacob's ladder throbbing in anticipation of feeling her squeeze her tight muscles. I have six piercings along the underside of my cock. It was a present from Row when I received an OAM for my contributions to cancer research.

"Dadda. I swam fast like a fishy," Hunter says with his grabby hands outwardly stretched for me to take him.

"You're such a big boy," I coo, lifting him onto my lap and wiping him with his Cocomelon towel. He screeches when I tousle his hair and tickle his belly. It's music to my ears. "Go with Haven to check on Hope, and then you can have some Dole Whip." I bounce him on my knees. He looks at me as if I'm his hero, but what he doesn't know is I look at him the same way. He's amazing. All my children are—even if they are currently being attitudinal as fuck.

Haven rolls her eyes at me, then turns on the charm for her little brother, who she's smitten with. "Come on, Hunter." Scooping him up, she heads through our private villa toward the Kids Club.

When they're out of sight, I turn back to my wife, who's grinning with mischief. Her eyes are twinkling and sparkling, like she has big plans for me.

The woman standing before me is a force to be reckoned with.

It's astounding how much she's overcome, from a neglected and abusive childhood where she slipped between the cracks. Then she had to grieve through losing her sister. Her tenacity is what makes me fall in love with her deeper every day. She is tenacious in wanting to live every day like it's her last, making everyone around her feel special and appreciated.

I drink her in as she reaches for the string on her bikini top, deftly undoing it with her fingers. Her breasts pop out, and I pounce almost immediately, pulling her on top of me as I grip her bare ass. She's intoxicating.

"Happy birthday, hubby," she breathes into my mouth, grinding her wet little pussy over my board shorts-covered erection. She's already wished me happy birthday countless times today, every time ending with one of us coming. I'm ravenous for her—even after all these years.

My hands slide up and down her naked back, planting themselves firmly on her bare ass. I help her ride me, heightening the friction on her cunt. "You're so fucking sexy, I can't keep my hands off you." Her appreciative moans ring in my ears. "Tell me what you want, baby girl?" I scrape at any part of skin I can touch with my prickly stubble.

She nips at my neck and ear, her tongue finding its way back to my waiting and wanting mouth. Damn, she tastes and smells good. She's salty goodness mixed with her natural honeyness. It's unfair how delicious she is. She captivates all my senses at once.

Her frame is tiny except for her tits and baby bump, which are loud and proud. The blatant lust in her eyes and the way she's eye-fucking me has me destroyed. A need to bottom out inside her curls deep within me.

I trace a finger down my chest, teasing and taunting me with her light touch. "I need you to fuck me."

I growl. Yes. Growl, like a fucking tiger, slapping her thighs to kneel up while I shove down my shorts.

I loosen her bikini bottoms, tossing them to the ground. She's silky and smooth, her slit glistening with arousal.

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