Wrapping Up(23)

I sat up and kneeled over Miranda’s sleeping body. One of her hands were to her side while the other was over her face. I reached over and grabbed my pillow, trying to contain my laughter as I held it over my head and got ready to plummet her with it.

Out of nowhere, she opened her eyes. The pillow went flying across the bed. “I wake you up with kisses, while you plan vicious attacks.” She flipped me over and licked my cheek. “I shall punish you with morning breath.”

I whined and attempted to free her hold on me. “Gross! Let me go. You have same-as breath.”

“Same-as?”

I started laughing. “Yeah, where your breath smells the same as your ass.”

She scrunched her face up and came in for another physical attack on my fragile body. “Don’t hurt me with your claws, woman!”

She stopped moving and looked down at me. “Tell me you’re sorry.”

I started laughing and shaking my head.

Her eyes widened. “Tell me!” She held both of my hands above my head with one of hers, while the other traveled down my abdomen. I could get free easily, but I liked the game. “If you don’t say it right now, you will be sorry.”

I still hated how awake she was in the mornings. Every day she woke up with a smile on her face. She claimed it was always because I was next to her, but I think she was just naturally a morning person who thought kissing up my ass with sweet comments was going to earn her some kind of sexual extras.

“If you tickle me, you’re the one who will be sorry and I will make you take the boys shopping without me today.”

She let go and held up her hands. “You win!”

I climbed back over her to head to the bathroom and she held on to my butt. I couldn’t help but make a joke about it. “Whoa! By touching my ass you do realize what you’re implying?”

She rolled her eyes and put her pillow over her face.

I pulled the pillow away. “Get your hot ass up before I decide to climb back in bed and make you scream my name.” I started walking into the bathroom. “Seriously, Baby, get up so we can get going. I promised Iz that we would go get a tree later tonight.” I didn’t wait for her to reply. The boys would be up any minute and be screaming for breakfast. They had just started eating baby food and cereal and boy did they love it. Jake always favored the breast, but Jax tore up some cereal with bananas.

Since the boys were born, my long showers had turned into a whopping seven minute max. In enough time to wash all the important parts, I heard the bathroom door open. I turned to see my wife stripping out of her pajamas to climb in the shower, but I could tell from the look on her face that she didn’t want sex, but I wasn’t about to go without trying.

She closed her eyes and leaned her head under the streaming water. I slid my hands around her waist and let my fingers slide along the lower part of her back. Just that little touch was enough to get my dick hard. Her soft breasts tickled my chest as I pulled her against me.

I grabbed the shampoo and started washing her hair, knowing if I just tried to hit it, she would hit me and get out. As I massaged the designer shampoo into her hair, she leaned into my hands. I used my fingers to massage her scalp and I could tell she was enjoying it.

With my hands still in her hair, I leaned down and kissed my wife. Her mouth tasted like toothpaste and I couldn’t wait to taste her sweet tongue. I pulled away to make sure she wanted to move forward. Miranda knew me better than anyone, which meant she knew just one slip of the tongue would send me over the edge and in need of some of her sexiness.

She leaned up and took her tongue out to lick my bottom lip. Since she’d given me the go-ahead, I opened the shower door and backed her out of it. As the tile floor became soaked due to our dripping bodies, I leaned Miranda against the vanity and finally lifted her to sit on it. She leaned back against the mirror and let me take one of her supple breasts into my mouth. I drug her nipple with my teeth and massaged the opposite breast with my hand, using my thumb and forefinger to squeeze it hard.

Miranda took her legs and wrapped them around my waist, using them to pull me into her. I slipped a hand down and ran two fingers over her sex, finally stopping at her little clit. As I began rubbing her little nub, she laid her head back against the mirror again. “Oh, Ty, please don’t stop, Babe.”

“Are you close?”

She let out a whimper. “Yes…..”

I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks as I looked down at her perfect pussy. My finger was becoming soaked with her juices and it just wasn’t enough to be touching it. I crouched down and sunk my face between my wife’s legs. She moaned again when my tongue entered her then continually worked up to her swollen clit. I moved my head up and down, putting pressure on that sweet spot and then I began vigorously flicking it with my tongue. Miranda’s strong legs tightened around the back of my head as I felt her trembling body against my mouth.