ass grinds into my very hard, very sensitive dick.
“Are you sure we have time?” she whispers, but her hands are already reaching behind her and cupping me. She squeezes and my knees buckle underneath me.
I keep one hand wrapped around her and unfasten her tiny shorts and yank them and her panties down in one swift motion.
“We’re about to make time.” I groan as she frees my erection from my boxers. I stroke the head of my cock through the tender wet skin of her pussy and I almost come when she clenches her thighs and slides back and forth on me.
“Oh shit, Beth…” I slide down until I’m lined up with her entrance and nudge my way in a fraction. She clamps down around my head, and I have to grab the table to keep myself from falling forward on top of her as I find my way home.
It’s been a week since I’ve felt her, and I want to savor every inch of her. She isn’t having my slow ingress, and she pushes back pulling me deeper.
“Don’t make me wait,” she moans.
I thrust up and hiss at the slippery friction of our bodies working together in common purpose.
“Yes!” She arches her back and throws her head back. I grab her neck and turn her head until her mouth is where I need it to be so I can kiss her while I fuck her. My tongue plunges her hot honey pot mouth, and in seconds, I’m drunk on her.
Unable to hold on to anything else, I close my eyes and let the pleasure of fucking my wife’s sweet, hot cunt take me away. All we are is a movement of sweat, sex, and passion told in a symphony of moans, curses and declarations of love.
I’m close when there’s an abrupt pause in the roll of her hips right before she breaks our kiss. I open my eyes.
“What’s wrong?” I pant and grab her hip to hold her in place when I feel her sliding off me.
“Get off! Hurry,” she huffs and I don’t need to see her glance at the door to know what’s wrong.
“Fuck.” I pull out of her and stuff myself back into my jeans while she pulls her shorts back up. We’re both barely decent when the door swings open and our daughter, Ella, walks in with her book over her face.
“Mommy, why did Ariel have to give up everything for Prince Eric?” she asks in a pained, frustrated voice, oblivious to our flushed faces and heaving chests.
“What? Who are Ariel and Eric?” I snap, confused as fuck because most of the blood in my body has drained to my dick.
She holds up the book and thrusts it up at me. I take it from her. “Oh. Are you talking about book characters??” I can’t believe she interrupted us.
“They’re people too, Daddy.” She says and plucks the book out of my hands as if she’s just decided I’m not worthy to hold it.
“Yeah, Daddy,” Beth says in mock disapproval and I give her a dirty look that morphs to a smile when our daughter turns her questions to her.
“She’s being a total doormat. Why?” The full strength of her disgust is on display in her sage green eyes, and a smile tugs at my lips, but I bite it back.
She looks like she’s searching for the meaning to life, and I don’t dare make light of it.
She’s been reading Hans Christian Anderson’s Fairy Tales and it’s revealed that unusual pragmatism extends to her views on love.
“What do you think she should have done instead?” Beth asks.
She purses her lips and looks up at the ceiling while she contemplates her answer. Beth and I exchange a glance full of amusement and promise.
“I got it!” Ella crows and we look back to find her eyes alight with discovery.
“Let’s hear it,” I say and make myself comfortable. When she looks like that, it means we’re in for one of her lessons.
She drops down next to me and waves her mother over. She doesn’t blink at the paint now dried and smeared on her mother’s body. She’s used to finding us like this.
Beth sits on Ella’s other side, and we let her hold court.
“Well… since they can use their magic to turn Ariel into a human, they could have turned Eric into a merman. Then they could have spent some time with her family and some with his. But, she’s never going to see her daddy again. Do you