When we’ve taken the edge off our desire for each other, we watch the kids tumble around on the ice for a little bit, then say goodbye to them and their babysitter, who will bring them home later, giving us the opportunity for a rare night out.
In the car on the way to the restaurant, I sigh happily and reach for his thigh. “You know, we never get alone time anymore,” I say.
We love being with the kids, so we rarely go out, spending most of our evenings together as a family. “Wouldn’t it be nice to be as noisy as we want?”
He glances at me and swings the car around at the next light. I watch the muscles work in his jaw as I move my hand further and further up his leg, and when he slams the car into park in our driveway, he reaches for me.
The kiss is lingering and hot, but I also know we don’t have much time before the babysitter brings the girls home. “Let’s continue this inside,” I say, jumping out and running into the house.
He’s fast on my heels and grabs me when we’re in the door, twirling me around. We laugh the whole way to the bedroom, tossing our clothes as we run. In our room, he picks me up and carries me to the bed, following me down to lie beside me. His hands roam my body, and I let my eyes drift shut, concentrating on the sensations that I love. After five years, he knows exactly what I like, but still manages to find new ways to make me squeal with pleasure.
I roll on top of him, rubbing against his hard cock and smiling when he groans. “I love you so much,” I say. “This has been the best five years.”
“Many, many more to come,” he assures me, kissing down my throat while he caresses my breast. He places his hand over the scars from my c-section when Jenna was born. He knows I’m self-conscious about them and never hesitates to reassure me.
“You’re still the most beautiful woman in the world,” he says. Then, his hand drifts down between my thighs, and I arch against his palm. “Your body is pure perfection and all I need.”
“Show me,” I say, grinding against his hand.
He slides his fingers into my pussy, wet and ready for him. But instead of a smile, I offer him a pout. “We don’t have enough time, and I want to scream when I feel your cock,” I say. “I want you to ram it hard and fast and deep before the kids get back.”
He rises up and rolls me beneath him. He spreads my legs, wrapping them around his waist. I reach up and grab his shoulders, but growl in frustration when he only drags the tip of his cock along my slit.
“Is that how good girls get what they want?” he asks in a husky voice.
My pussy clenches at his words, and I shake my head.
“Please, Sir. I need to feel you inside me,” I beg desperately.
“Good girl,” he says as he slams that big cock that I love so much inside me, pumping hard and fast like I want.
“I love watching your tits bounce,” he says as he thrusts.
His words and the deep rumble of his voice drive me closer to the edge. I start to moan and gasp, dragging my fingernails down his chest.
“Yes,” I scream. “Harder. I want it harder.”
He gives it to me even harder, leaning down to claim my mouth with his as he slides his fingers to my clit. The moment he brushes my aching nub, I come in an explosion of pleasure, screaming out again. His cries join my own as he drives deep inside me, filling me with his seed. I close my eyes and hold him close as our orgasms wind down. After we talked about it, I stopped taking my birth control a month ago, and I’m hoping for another baby. I giggle a little, and he rolls over, pushing the sweaty strands of hair out of my face.
“That was kind of filthy,” I say, giggling some more.
“We need to hire a babysitter more often,” he says.
As if we summoned them, I hear the front door open, followed by the girls stampeding through the house. I think the babysitter sees our discarded clothes and tries to stop them, but just as we manage to get into our robes, Annie flies through the door, and Jenna toddles in a minute later.
“Mommy, Daddy!” they cry in unison as we lift them up onto the bed.
I kiss the top of Jenna’s head and then grapple Annie into a hug that Gabe joins in. The poor babysitter is hovering in the hallway.
“Sorry,” she calls. “I tried to stop them.”
“It’s all right.” Gabe gets up and grabs his wallet from his discarded pants, then pays her and tells her she can go home.
When he returns to our bed, we switch on the TV to cartoons and soon the girls are fast asleep, Annie between us and Jenna curled up across my chest. I look at Gabe drifting off on his side of the bed, and he smiles at me tiredly.
“We can go to the restaurant next weekend,” he says.
“Or stay in again,” I suggest, getting a grin.
“This isn’t exactly how I imagined our big anniversary night going,” he says, waving at the kids.
I reach across and run my fingers through his dark hair, now with a few distinguished strands of gray. My heart is overflowing with love for my family. “Me neither.”
He furrows his brow, worried I’m disappointed, but it’s the opposite. As carefully as I can so I don’t disturb Jenna, I crane my neck so I can kiss him, then whisper in his ear.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
~The End