She knew I had come in behind her, so she never even flinched when my hands reached around her waist. I turned her around and got excited when she wrapped her arms around my neck. “I want you more than our first time.” Hearing her say those words made my dick jump. She felt it and giggled into my face. “I think it missed you.”
She licked my bottom lip and pulled away. “Mmm, where does it want to visit first?”
This was the perfect woman.
“It’s open to suggestions.” Miranda slowly pushed me back against the shower wall. I let my hands fall down to her hips and when I got close to her staples, she flinched.
“You okay?”
“Say my name Ty.”
Huh? “Miranda.”
She slowly sat down on the shower seat and kissed around my navel. “My whole name.”
When her hand grabbed the shaft to my hard cock, it drove me nuts. I dug my hands into her hair, as she licked the tip and let a strand of spit drag from her tongue. “Oh shit, Miranda, Miranda Mitchell.”
She licked it several more times before finally staring right at me and shoving it into her perfect mouth. I watched her cheeks moving as she sucked hard and fast. Her strokes became vigorous and the longer she sucked the more she got into it. When her mouth got tired, she’d remove it and jerk me off until she could take it back in again. I watched her stroke me with two hands, moving them against each other. I moved the shower head away from us, so her spit made it slippery.
While she continued with her rapid hand motion, she ducked down and licked my balls. When I threw my head back, I felt her suck them into her little mouth. She moaned and I could feel it through my whole body. She kept doing it, while her hands squeezed my shaft until it almost hurt. As my dick began to jerk, Miranda released my balls and started to take me back into her eager mouth, but I squatted down and kissed her instead. I’d waited too long to waste my nut like that. I wanted my wife. “Is it too soon?”
“Would you rather I used a vibrator?” Her teasing words made me jealous. I wasn’t sharing that pussy with anything.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” I didn’t, but I needed to be inside of her before I busted my load all over her leg. In my moment of weakness, I picked my wife up and pressed her against the shower wall. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I drove myself inside of her. It felt so good that I just stayed still for a second, trying to get over the overwhelming happiness I felt from being with her again.
“Ty….”
“Yeah, Baby?”
She buried her head into my neck and started biting on my ear lobe, but immediately her body tensed. “Stop!”
I froze thinking she was reconsidering being with me. Instant fear washed over me as I held my wife tight against my body. “What’s wrong?”
Please don’t say it’s me.
“It hurts my stomach. Maybe it would be better if I laid flat.” I sat my wife down slowly and practically ran out of the shower with full wood leading the way. I could have hung two towels on that bitch and it wouldn’t have budged.
Jake was fast asleep in the vibrating chair, so we snuck past him. While Miranda climbed into bed, I grabbed the monitor and sat it on the dresser in case Jax woke up.
We still had at least an hour before the family started beating down our door to visit with us, so without wasting another moment, I climbed into bed with my wife.
Once she got herself situated on her pillow, I leaned on my side and kissed her lips. She looked upset when I pulled away. “You okay, Baby? Does it still hurt?”
Miranda reached up for a kiss and then slowly rolled me onto my back. She took her time climbing on top of me and I held my hands on her waist the whole time. Once she was lying on top of me, her lips found mine again. “It only hurts if I’m sittin’ up. As long as my stomach stays straight, I think we’ll be fine.”
I rubbed my hands up her arms. “I really don’t want to hurt you. We can wait if you want to.”
Miranda pulled one of my hands up to her breasts and played with her nipple. The hard nub tickled my palm and I could feel a little wetness coming out. She giggled and looked intently into my eyes. “A bet is a bet.”
Of fuck. The last time I tasted this shit, I wanted to vomit. She was really going to make me do it.
“If I puke on you, I still want sex afterwards.”
She let out a cackle and pointed to her breast. I rolled my eyes and stuck out my tongue. “Stop. I have a better idea. Open your mouth, I can squirt in it.”
I shook my head. “Hell no!”
As Miranda continued to laugh, I continued to shake my head. “Ty, just get it over with. Don’t you want to know what I’m feedin’ your children?”