Aden
“Aden! You are never touching me again!
Shaylee’s voice rings down the hospital walls where I’m standing outside our room on the phone. Apparently, she was loud enough that Ean could hear her because he starts laughing uncontrollably.
“Ean, just get your ass down here. And do you know where the fuck Laila is? I can’t get ahold of her to tell her Shaylee is in labor.”
Ean’s laughter stops abruptly and he sucks in a breath. “Why would you think I’d know where Laila is?”
“I don’t know, Ean. I just can’t find her. You both live there, what the fuck ever! Just tell her if you see her.” I hang up before I hear Ean’s response and run back into the room where my wife is holding out her hand to me and when I reach her side, she gives me a sweet kiss.
Shaylee’s sudden mood swings are giving me whiplash, she’s a sweaty mess, and she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. She grips my hand tightly as another contraction hits, then again, less than a minute later. “Where the hell is the doctor?” I rear my head back slightly at her yell, to avoid a busted eardrum. Lucky for me and everyone else in the world, the nurse arrives to take us to surgery.
Shaylee
I hear a light knock on my hospital room door and tear my eyes away from my husband, rocking our daughters in his arms. That’s right—daughters. As in plural. As in two for the price of one. I love them so much already, but the day we found out I was having twins was the day I sent Aden to the store for a case of condoms. Just so we’re prepared after the babies are born.
Laila pops her head in and smiles brightly, “Hey! Can I meet my sweet nieces?”
I wave her in, grimacing at the pain in my stomach from the C-section. When Ean follows her through the door, I’m surprised to see them together; Laila’s been icing him out for months. They both look a little rumpled and I narrow my eyes as I study them. I’m exhausted and about ready to drop, but I’m not stupid. They are both glowing—just faintly—sporting what can only be described as “bed head”, and completely avoiding each other’s gaze.
Holy shit! They were in fucking when Aden called Ean!
Ean notices my perusal of him and gives me a smile before his eyes slide away and he ignores me. Well, that’s an interesting development…
Aden
Kendrix kicks my ass for the third round in a row and I decide to give up. He helps me up off the ground with his eyebrows raised into his hairline. “What’s up with you, man? Are the twins keeping you up?”
Lost in thought, again, I almost miss the question. “What? Oh, no the twins are actually sleeping most of the night and they are pretty good at going right back to sleep after Shaylee feeds them.”
An image of Shaylee feeding the twins invades my mind, but it’s not the act that has my attention. The image has now shifted to Shaylee laid out on the bed for me, those plump naked tits just begging to be licked and bit—
“Aden!” My head jerks up. “What the fuck is going on with you, man?”
Don’t use that word… I shift; my pants uncomfortably tight.
I try to keep my mind out of the gutter, but it’s no use. “I’ve got to go.” I start stripping off my gear and heading toward my bag.
“What?” Kendrix looks at me, bewildered.
I sigh. Oh screw it. “Shaylee told me last night that she feels ready.” He still looks confused. “I get to fuck my wife tonight, dude.”
Kendrix looks completely taken aback for a minute. Then he laughs and shakes his head. “Well, at least some of us are getting laid.”
“Damn straight.”
I get everything together and sprint out of the gym up to my apartment and burst through the front door. Shaylee is washing bottles at the sink and jumps half a foot in surprise.
“Are the girls napping?” I ask, rounding the bar to where she’s standing.
“Well, hello to you, too.”
“Hello. Are the girls napping, baby?”
“Yes. Why are you—” I don’t wait for her to finish, I throw her over my shoulder, grab the monitor, and go directly to our bathroom.
“Strip.” I start the shower and begin pulling my clothes off at record speed. I glance up and see Shaylee still standing there fully clothed with an indignant expression. I start pulling her clothes off for her.
“Aden! Wait. What is going—would you stop?”
“Baby,” I manage to speak as I bare every inch of her stunning body. “I can’t wait anymore. I need to fuck you.” Again, I don’t wait for her. She’s finally naked, so I grab her and crush my mouth down on hers. I’ve been at half-mast all damn day. You’ve been as half-mast since the day she gave birth. The moment I reached the apartment and saw her, my hard on was up in record time. Now, feeling her naked body plastered to mine, I get impossibly harder. I don’t know how the fuck it’s possible, but I do.
She kisses me back with equal fervor, our tongues dancing and exploring every crevice. I nip her bottom lip lightly, then kiss and lick my way down to her throat and above those fucking awesome tits. “Fuck, I’ve missed you too, Aden.” Her words light a fire that blazes through every inch of me as I grasp her ass and roughly lift her up, so her legs wrap tightly high around my waist. That’s more like it. Her tits are at the perfect height and I pull a nipple into my mouth, licking, sucking, biting. They are still overly sensitive and she is almost coming apart at the seams.
I lower her body just enough to rest her wet—oh, so fucking wet—pussy up against my cock. I suck her nipple into my mouth and rock against her at the same time. Holy fucking shit. Shaylee bites my shoulder to muffle her scream as an orgasm tears through her. It takes everything thing I have not to come at that moment.
I stride into the shower, stepping under the hot spray and holding her as she continues to shudder lightly. Our mouths are sealed together, my tongue sweeping around her mouth to get every bit of her taste. I tug on her hair to give me better access and slant my mouth over hers, changing the angle and upping the intensity.
I want to give her everything, to make this about her, but I don’t seem to have any control over my body right now. I move to press her back against the wall, lift her just slightly and line my cock up with her pussy; I can feel the heat pulsing from it, and I can’t hold back any longer. I slam inside, burying myself as deep as I can go, then pull back a little and repeat it, each time going a little further until I’m bottoming out on each thrust.
Shaylee is trying desperately to keep her voice down but I’m lost to all reality and I want to hear her screaming my name. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. I could fuck you for hours and never get deep enough.” Her whimpers are escalating to moans and it just spurs me on.
“Am I going hard enough for you? Is my cock pounding your pussy the way you like it?” I’m about to lose it, so I still for just a moment trying to gain control, until Shaylee sinks her teeth into my bottom lip and pulls, before letting it pop out of her mouth.
“Fuck me, Aden. I want it all. I want you to stretch me with your dick and fuck me so hard I won’t be able to move one damn muscle tomorrow without knowing you’ve been inside me.”
There’s nothing left to say. I fuse our mouths together and set a fast but rhythmic pace, pounding into her hard and wild. When she starts chanting my name, I let her mouth loose and latch onto a nipple.
“Aden! Yes!”
I’m so close I can’t do anything but rest my forehead between her tits and drive my hips just a little bit faster. “Oh fuck!”
Now it’s me chanting. “Fuck! Shaylee, oh fuck! Yes, baby!”
I know I’m going to come, so I slide a wet hand down between us and press my thumb down firmly on her clit. She screams my name and it breaks down my last vestiges of control, shooting off inside her, coating her with me, branding her over and over as mine.
My body is shaking from the force of my orgasm, so I drop her legs to the ground, but hold her tight against me and lick her mouth, dipping my tongue in, sucking on her lips, and letting the shockwaves settle. After an eternity of kissing her, I step back just an inch and pull out.
After all that, I’m still hard as a fucking baseball bat. Shaylee lazily looks down at my swollen cock and gives me a coy smile. “That looks like it hurts.” I give her a jerky nod, unable to respond because her hand is wrapped around me.
She drops to her knees and takes excellent care of my problem. Her mouth is almost as hot and wet as her pussy and after she swallows a few times, I come in her mouth with a shout and she takes every last drop. I married the perfect fucking woman.
Sated, we take our time washing in the shower and then step out to dress, stealing kisses and touches the whole time. I grab the monitor (My kids are the best. Stayed asleep so Daddy could have some Mommy time), and pad out to the kitchen to make dinner. Shaylee lays down for a short nap before Alysia and Felicitae wake her up, ready to eat. We spend the evening relaxing, playing with our girls, and snuggling on the couch with a movie. When they are down for the night, I take Shaylee back to bed and do what I couldn’t earlier; I take my time, learn every inch of her delectable body all over again, and make love to her. Right as I’m about to slip in to her, she stops me. “Damn it, Aden. Grab a condom.” I frown at her, I hate those things.
“Baby, I need to feel you,” I pout.
She looks uncertain but I slide in just the littlest bit, reminding her what it feels like bare. She moans and I slide just a little more, then she nods. Hell yes.
“But, you have to pull out.” Fuck.
When all is screamed and done, I waited too long.
Shaylee
No. no. no. I stare at the little stick and watch the two lines turn pink.
“Aden! I’m going to fucking kill you!”
He pops his head into the bathroom and sees what I’m holding. He puffs up with pride and I somehow refrain from damaging the body part that did this to me.
He winks. “Oops.”
The End