Wrapping Up(5)

My wife wanted me and I was going to have her right there on the desk. Once her panties were off of her ankles it was easy for me to slide my finger inside of her sexy warmth. I heard her soft moans as they vibrated off of my neck. Savanna brought her hands around to my back and dug her nails into my skin as I pulled out my finger and thrusted my hard cock inside of her. I knew my length was sometimes difficult for her to take at first, and it was confirmed when she cried out into the room. I slowed my pace and let the moisture build inside of her, before I got into my groove. After the third thrust, her body was accepting me, begging me for more.

I found my wife’s lips again as I leaned her back down on the desk, over top of everything that was on it. Her legs were easy for me to grab and sit on my shoulders. With her body lying there in front of me, I pushed up her shirt to reveal her supple breasts. My hand cupped one of them as I closed my eyes and let myself focus on the burning heat of my orgasm. I held it until I could feel her muscles tightening around my dick and then I let myself go, finally collapsing over top of my wife.

A distant cry broke our moment as we both began searching for our clothes. It was only a matter of time before she woke up her brother and sent him looking for us. For someone that promised to be a big helper, he ended up being a big complainer. The boy could not stand it when his sister cried.

Before Savanna went running out of the office and up the stairs, she leaned over and gave me one quick kiss. Our times of being able to make love for hours were in the past unless we actually left the kids and went somewhere. Sometimes I missed it, but other times, it made me think of how happy I was with the kids. Savanna had once said she wanted eleven children. I would give that woman anything she wanted as long as I had her by my side.

After turning out all of the lights and checking on Noah, who was sound asleep, I found my wife in our bed with a very awake little girl. She was almost one and was getting into anything she could reach. Our king size bed couldn’t keep her occupied for very long. Her bright eyes lit up when she saw me walking in. Savanna liked to tease me about the kids only looking like me. Noah wasn’t her biological child, but she was hoping that Christian would at least have something of hers. Instead, my son and daughter could have been twins. I don’t think Savanna really minded, but she liked to tease.

I had never put my shirt back on, but started unhooking my jeans before climbing into our bed. Christian was almost to the edge of the bed by the time I reached her. I scooped her up and held her above my head. “There’s my princess. What are you doin’ awake? Don’t you know that Mommy needs sleep too?”

I brought her down to my chest and felt her slippery kisses touching my lips. Her palm slapped against my cheek as she giggled. “Dada.”

Her little mouth of six total teeth cut a smile. I looked over to my wife and saw her rolling her eyes. She started to get up. “Darlin’ just get yourself some rest. This little terror and I need some alone time anyway.”

I closed the door behind us and we headed back downstairs. Since Savanna’s parents were due in the morning, it was best if she was awake when they arrived. I was much better at going without sleep than my wife. She had a real grumpy streak when she wanted to. Now, for me, it was cute, but for others, it wasn’t so much.

We no sooner made it to the last step when I felt something grumble against my hand. Of course, my daughter looked up at me and smiled as she scrunched her face and continued to poop in her diaper. Oh for shit’s sake! “Girl, if you weren’t the cutest thing.” I shook my head and turned back around to head up to her room where the diapers were. “I guess you’re tellin’ Daddy it’s goin’ to be a long night.”

I don’t know why, but the child only had explosions when she was under my care.





Chapter 3

Savanna

I woke up at around three in the morning to find myself alone in my bed. I climbed out of bed and went searching for my husband, who I knew had fallen asleep in some random place. Every time he took Christian so I could sleep, they ended up falling asleep in a chair, or on the couch. Sure enough, I found my husband snoring away with a little girl lying flat against his chest. There was no way I could have slept to that noise, but Christian seemed to really be soothed by it.

Now, the problem with waking Colt to come up to bed, was the chance that it would also wake our daughter. While he opened his mouth to let out his next growling snore, I reached down and put my lips against his. He startled immediately and opened his eyes. I pulled back in time to see him making sure Christian was secure in his arms. It was little things like that that made me appreciate how much of a great father he was.