Wrapped In My Wife(10)

“Shhh,” I say, still fucking her. She’s wound up so tight she’s scared to cum. But when she does it’s going to feel so good.

I pull out and set her on her feet as I kneel down behind her. “Let’s slow you down,” I say, and she whines right before my mouth lands on her pussy.

She’s all warmed up and tastes a little like my cum as I eat her cunt from behind. She’s sweet and sticky as I suck on her clit and she spreads her legs wider. I grab one of her thighs and spread her more by making her put a knee up on the counter.

This way, I can lick every inch of her, and she can move her hips over my face. She was too sensitive before, and now as she rolls her hips, she’s begging for me to get her off.

I slide two thick fingers inside her and she moans as I suck one pussy lip, then the other. I nuzzle her clit with my nose then suck on it until I feel her pussy start to cream.

She shouts my name as her honey drips down and I’m right there to lick it up. When she starts to put her leg back down, I put my hand on it to keep her in place.

“No, stay just like that.”

I stand up behind her and slide into her still-pulsing pussy. My cock wants to cum on the second pump, so I don’t even try to stop it. I groan as I spill into her and reach around to pet her pussy from the front.

I play with her clit as my cock pulses, and I send her into another orgasm.

“That’s it, Button. Cream it up. I want to pull out and look at how much you love me.”

I can hear the sounds of how wet she is as I thrust into her. My orgasm is over, but my cock is ready for round two.

When the last of her pulses have stopped, she starts to fall. I pull out and help her take her knee off the counter. Her legs are wobbly, so I pull her into my arms and lift her off the ground.

“I think it’s time I got you to bed,” I say, and she wiggles her ass against my dick.

“What about that?” she says, her eyes heavy with sleep.

“Oh, I’m going to take care of that as soon as I put you to bed.”

“Without me?” She pouts.

“Oh no, I’m going to fuck you with it. But you’ll probably sleep through it.”

She giggles because she knows I’m right.

“It’s okay, Button. You sleep. I’ll be quick.”

When I carry her to bed, I strip the dress off her and toss it on the floor. I kiss her naked body before I get on top and slide into her. I do as I promise and cum quick before I roll us over. I’m completely wrapped in my wife as my eyes close and I fall asleep.

Being married really is the fucking best.





Epilogue





Emily





One year later…





“Mrs. Wallace, are Daniel and David going to be at the fair this weekend?”

I look down at little Emma, her bright blue eyes staring up at me. Her cheeks are a rosy pink and her blonde curls are going in every direction. She looks like a doll. She’s the sweetest little girl I’ve ever met before, and a feeling of longing hits me.

“I’ll have the boys with me,” I tell her.

She claps excitedly, jumping up and down before turning to run over to her mom. I give her a small wave and she does the same back. I try not to have favorites with the kids at the library, but Emma pulls at my heartstrings. Not just mine either. She has captivated my boys, too. When they come to the library with me for circle time, they’re always sitting right next to her. It’s kind of adorable. I know when they get home from school today the first thing they’ll ask me is if I saw Emma. Maybe I should reach out to her mom to have a standing play date.

She makes me long for a daughter, something I didn't think was going to be in the cards for me. Dylan and I didn’t protect ourselves against having kids after the boys, but we were never trying either. We said if it happened it happened, but it never did. I knew when I had the twins I tore one of my ovaries and it had to be stitched up. I thought maybe that might be the reason.

I’d never taken the time to look into why I hadn't gotten pregnant. I left it all up to fate, knowing that if I was going to have another child, I would. But after throwing up this morning and the soreness in my beasts, I’ve been thinking maybe it’s in the cards for us after all. I also can't remember the last time I had my period. I’ve never really kept track of them. After thinking about it this morning, it's been a few months at least. I need to take a test as soon as possible. I don’t want to get Dylan all worked up if it’s just a false alarm. Nancy volunteered to run out and get me a test. I’m excited and nervous all at once to find out.

Things have been utterly perfect lately. The boys started first grade last week, but they spent the summer coming to the library when I volunteered. They would read or play on the computer, and often times joined in on whatever I’d set up for the kids that day. Dylan would sometimes join us, too, and he always came for lunch.

Now it’s back to just the two of us during the days. But I love that no matter what, we all get home at the same time. Dylan was right. Just volunteering at the library worked out way better for our family. Plus, the new director, Lana, loves the idea, too. She’s a sweetheart and lets me have free rein running activities in the library and with the community. It’s a perfect fit. It doesn’t hurt that Mark is long gone. And I’m pretty sure he left town. I asked Dylan about everything a few weeks after it was over, and he just gave me a look that said never bring that asshole up again.

I put away the book I just finished reading before cleaning up my area. When I’m done I rush over to Nancy, who pops up from her chair when she sees me. She hands me the bag and squeals.

“I’ve never been so excited for someone to pee before,” she laughs, following me to the bathroom. I rip open the box and step into one of the stalls. Thankfully the bathroom is empty.

I pee on the stick then come out of the stall and set it down on the counter. I busy myself with washing my hands and I try not to look, but I can’t stand it as I hover over it, waiting. As soon as I see two faint blue lines, both Nancy and I scream.

Suddenly, the women’s bathroom door explodes open and Dylan is filling the doorway. His eyes are locked right on me.

“Dylan!” I scream at him. My hand flies to my chest. “You scared the crap out of me.”

“Something's going on. You’ve been acting weird,” he growls, stepping into the bathroom.

He’s an hour early for our lunch date. How does he always know everything? I’m not even going to ask if he still has cameras around here. It’s pointless. Besides, I don’t care if he watches me. In fact, it kind of turns me on.

“He’s like a bloodhound,” Nancy laughs, walking past him. She gives him a smack on the arm as she goes. “Congrats. For the baby’s sake, I pray it’s not a girl,” she throws over her shoulder as she leaves the bathroom, giving me a wink.

“Button.” Dylan rushes over to me, lifting me up.

“I’m pregnant.” Saying the words out loud makes them feel real. I beam up at him, wrapping my arms around his big body. He smiles for a second, then it quickly falls.

“It will not be a girl.” He says it like he can somehow command it to be true.

“Dylan. I want a little girl,” I pout. Even our dog is a boy. We need some pink in our house.

He lets out a deep breath. “Fine. But you think I’m crazy now…” he warns.

“Well, she’ll have two older brothers to keep an eye on her,” I remind him.

Those boys can be as protective as their Dad sometimes. Two weeks ago a man randomly asked me for my number when I was showing him where to find a book. The twins popped out of nowhere, letting the guy know I was married. He backed away from them with his hands held up in surrender along with a smile on his face. He was clearly amused. It was kind of adorable.

“That’s true,” he agrees. I can already see him thinking on it, and I fight a laugh.

I run my hands up the back of his neck into his hair and wrap my legs around him the best I can. “You ready for another baby? We haven't really talked about it.” I look into his eyes.

“I’m ready for anything as long as I’m with you, Button,” he tells me simply.

“I love you.” I lean in, kissing him. His hands tighten on my ass.

“I love you too.” He gives my ass another squeeze before putting me back onto my feet and dropping to his knees in front of me. His hand goes to my belly. “When do you think we should tell your mama that I’ve known about you for a while?” I look down at Dylan, and my mouth falls open. “Button, I worship this body every night. I wouldn't be doing my husbandly duties right if I hadn't noticed.” He kisses my stomach.

“How about you take me home and show me some of those husbandly duties before we pick the boys up from school?”

“It would be my pleasure.” Dylan stands, giving me a deep kiss with a promise of what’s to come.





Epilogue





Dylan





Six years later…





“Now, you’re not going to do anything crazy,” I say, with both my eyebrows raised in question. “Right?”

“It’s just her first day of kindergarten. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Emily says as she gets our daughter Daisy her breakfast.