Best benefit of living with my girlfriend? Waking up to her beautiful body already on top of mine.
Meena spreads her thighs wider and sinks her wet heat down slowly.
Eyes hooded from being half awake, but fully in paradise, I mindlessly lift my hips upward.
She lets out a long, pleased, sigh. “Buenos días…”
“Fuck, baby, it is now.” My hands drag themselves along her bare curves until they reach her nipples. Her pussy tightens from the touch and my cock swells in gratitude. I roll my thumb tauntingly around, tugging the hardness at unannounced intervals, and love every tremble it pulls free.
I’ve never had a woman be this responsive for me. I’ve heard about it. Hell, I’ve heard a shit ton about it, but never had anything close. Beth and I had great sex, most of the time it was only great if she was high because she treated sleeping with me like a chore when she wasn’t. But even then, we never had moments like this. I’ve never felt my body fucking belong to and with another person other than Meena.
It’s insane.
It’s dangerous.
It’s perfect.
Meena braces her palms on my chest and begins to gradually bounce. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I try to stifle the groans that are growing in volume. Her pussy slides smoothly up and down my shaft eradicating all logical thoughts.
Like the small banging sound the headboard is creating.
Like the fact we’re in my bed not hers.
Like the fact it’s Lynk’s birthday, which means he’ll be up earlier than normal.
She begins panting a little heavier, and I instantly wish she were screaming.
The way my name sounds when she comes never fails to get me off.
Fuck. She never fails to get me off.
Another new experience.
All of a sudden, her breaths morph into moans, moans much too loud to be able to be free. Swiftly, I shift up, cup her mouth, and command, “Let me feel you fucking scream, baby.”
Meena melts at my words but quickly increases her efforts. She wraps her arms around my neck and resumes burying me to the brink with each blow. Each time her body brazenly bucks, her ass skims my balls, causing them to eagerly clench in hopes of coming. I wrap my free arm around her and crush us closer together. Her pleased cries vibrate against my hand forcing me to tighten my grip. My moans riot in the back of my throat from not being released.
The kids can’t catch us like this.
Ever.
Ultimate fucking 0.
Sweat starts to collect between us like unneeded cement.
Completely captivated by one another, we cruelly collide until our orgasms are on the verge of cracking apart.
Her whimpers punch my palm at the same time her pussy convulses. Wet wave after wave crashes against my cock and it immediately drowns in the rapture. The two of us stay in our tangled, tempestuous mess until the last tremble completely subsides. At that point, I fall backwards with her engulfed in my arms and our tongues rolling around.
Meena reluctantly leans away. “We should get dressed, mi Corazon…”
I grumble my agreement. “Yeah…I know…”
We engage briefly in one final kiss before the heat of her disappears.
How does someone overheat your mind, your heart, and your body? Shouldn’t there be some sort of fucking law no one can do all three?
Rather than follow in her footsteps, I prop myself up on my arm and watch as she grabs a pair of fresh underwear out of the top drawer.
Over the past couple of weeks, we’ve ventured into an interesting area of our relationship. While we mostly have sex downstairs and engage in all couple like actives down there because of its distance from little eyes, we have been spending time in here together, primarily when they’re at school. She’s got some clothes in the top drawer for random middle of the night rendezvous like this. She’s also got a toothbrush, hair brush, and straightener in the bathroom. The rest of the room lacks any real evidence she’s ever in here, except for paperwork from seminars or lectures she’s attended while the kids were at school. But we’re working on that. Apparently, the kids aren’t the only ones who need a bit of gentle guiding into the change. As much as I wish I could jump all the way in with both feet, I just can’t. And for the sake of Sage and Lynk, it’s probably best that I don’t.
Hitting 1 without completely reading the situation is never a good idea.
Her eyes sparkle in the darkness. “Para de mirarme…”
Never. She’s my fucking screensaver on Beauty. Well, the picture of her snuggled with the kids.
With a taunting grin, I question, “Por qué?”
The hint of a smile that always appears when I speak Spanish in return appears and my heart misses a beat. “You ready to have any sort of sex talk with them?”
I groan at the word and at the terrible thought. “They’re never having sex. Especially Sage.”
Meena giggles, wiggles back into her jeans, and shakes her head. “What are you gonna do? Put a chastity belt on her?”
“Do they still make those?”
She shakes her head again as she pulls her sweater back over her now bra covered chest. “Be thankful she’s only four, but remember she won’t stay that way. And neither will Lynk.”
Finally out of bed, I make my way to the dresser to grab a pair of sweats. “Tell me about it. I can’t even fucking believe he’s ten today.”
Ten. My little monster, the little guy who changed my whole world, who gave me the first real hope I could put something good in this universe rather than ugly, is now ten years old. Get’s gets
Can I go back in time and hit 0 in regards to him growing up?
Meena lets her hand slide down the front of my chest. “Time flies, especially with kids. Just…keep making the most of your time together. He’s lucky to have a dad like you.”
Without thinking, I retort, “And he’s lucky to have a-”
The word stops at the tip of my tongue.
She’s not.
But she’s close enough I wish I could call it.
Her smile is sadder than she’s letting on. “I got up and grabbed him birthday doughnuts from the little shop he likes around the corner.”
“Is that why you’re up so early?” I tug my white shirt over my head and then her body against me. “Is that what led you to my bed?”
“I always wanna be in your bed.”
Our lips only briefly graze before we’re interrupted by the jingling of the locked door handle.
The two of us promptly cross the room to answer it together.
Sage’s barely awake face frowns as she rubs one of her eyes. “Why did you lock the door? I wanna snuggle too.”
With a wide grin I lift her into my arms and hug her tightly when her head falls onto my chest. “You can always come snuggle, Sunshine.”
“Are we all getting in your bed?”
Meena poorly hides her snicker.
Yeah, having my children cuddle on possibly cum stained sheets would be terrible fucking parenting.
“Daddy actually needs to do laundry,” I casually explain on our exit from my room. “Why don’t we snuggle on the couch downstairs?”
“Can we watch Batman?” Lynk’s voice interjects on a large yawn.
My smile helplessly expands. “It’s your birthday.”
“Happy birthday Lynk!” Sage squeaks.
“Happy birthday!” Meena echoes.
He gives them quick thanks and I add, “We can do pretty much whatever you want this morning, kiddo. I already bought the movie tickets and Scott will be here around 11.”
Lynk gives his newly buzzed head a rub. Meena took him to get a haircut after school yesterday and he asked her could he shave it short. She, without bothering to ask for my approval, allowed it to happen. When they got home it sparked an argument that ended with dinner between us basically in silence. Once I cooled down and talked to Lynk who was so happy she let him make the choice, I went down to discuss it with her. She explained how children need some things within their control to help from spiraling out later on. She lectured me and it eventually led me to licking her, which of course ended with a round of makeup sex.
My son meets us at the top of the stairs. “This is gonna be the best birthday ever.”
“Hope you wanted doughnuts,” Meena slyly adds in. “’Cause that’s all we’ve got.”
“Yes!” He shouts, both hands flying in the air. “Chocolate?”
“Si. With the vanilla zig zag.”
“I love chocolate and vanilla together,” Lynk exclaims rushing straight for the kitchen.
“Runs in the family,” I mutter under my breath as Meena passes in front of me.
Once the four of us have doughnuts and milk, we huddle together on the couch to watch Batman Beyond, Lynk’s favorite of the franchise. After two episodes, Sage whines about wanting to go play, so Meena slips away with her to allow the two of us some time alone together. Lynk and I make it through two more additional episodes before he declares he wants us to go outside and kick the ball around until Scott shows up.
On my way out of my bedroom, I run into Meena and Sage who looks super excited for some unknown reason. Suspiciously, I ask, “What am I missing?”
“Since you and Lynk are having a father and son day, I decided it would be a good idea if I keep Sage from trying to sneak in by having a little girl time with her.”
My arms fold across my chest. “Doing what?”
“We’re gonna go drop off some toys at the women’s shelter then pick up Mia and get our toes painted. Have lunch. Go to the mall and play dress up.”
I cock a grin. “That does sound very girly.”
Sage bobs her head rapidly. “It’s going to be so much fun, Daddy!”
Beg to differ.
Kicking the ball around out back. Taking the boys to the special movie house where they serve real food with the films. Playing a marathon of Planet Warriors. All of those seem like fun. Wearing eight shades of different lip stick doesn’t. Add this to the many, many reasons I’m glad she has Meena.
Rather than crush her spirits, I squat down and plant a kiss on her cheek. “Promise me you’ll be a good girl, Sunshine?”
“Super good!”
“And you’ll use all your big girl manners?”
“Por favor. And gracias.”
Her recollection of the words in Spanish makes me chuckle. “Muy bien.”
Sage starts down the stairs and I stand back up, my arm instinctively snaking around Meena’s waist as my mouth creeps to hers. “You be good too…”
She lets the tip of her tongue snake up my top lip. “Or what?”
A desperate growl escapes and I carefully squeeze her ass where Sage can’t see. The low moan stolen is satisfying. “Or I’ll punish this ass until you never even think of questioning me again.”
Meena bites her bottom lip like the idea is making her as wet as I’m hoping.
Another groan is released followed by a swift kiss on the lips.
“Come on!” My children’s voices cry out in unison at the end of the stairs.
Meena lightly laughs and sighs, “Paciencia niños.”
She hustles down the stairs with me close behind.
The girls exit out the front door leaving Lynk and I to play in the backyard.
One of the things I have always loved most about Lynk is his desire to play outside no matter how hot or cold it is. Even now, the weekend before Thanksgiving when it’s the chilliest it’s been all week, he doesn’t seem to notice. Lynk, like me, has tunnel vision when it comes to doing what he loves. As much as it would be cool to share a love of computers, I’m relieved he has a passion for something more physical, something that keeps him actually connected to other people instead of just pretending to.
I kick the soccer ball past him and straight into the net. Throwing my hands up in the air victoriously, I shout. “Goal!”
Lynk grunts his disapproval but hustles to grab the ball.
Backing up to drop down into one of the patio chair, I tease, “So you’re ten now. You know what that means, right?”
He shakes his head, jogs to the side of the yard, and prepares to practice dribbling.
“Time to get a job.”
Lynk almost trips over the ball. “What!”
His overdramatic reaction causes me to erupt into laughter.
“I don’t need a job.” He folds his arms across his chest. “You and Meena will take care of me.”
Hearing our names together brightens my smile more.
He has a very valid point. We will. And that’s something I’m not sure I could’ve ever said about his mother without lying.
“And grandma and grandpa.”
I stand back up as their names knock something around in my memory. “We should actually go ahead and let you open their gifts.”
At the word gifts, he abandons the idea of any more practice. “Right now?”
“Yeah. That way you can call and thank them before Scott gets here.”
He snatches up the ball and flies past me at lightning speed.
Inside, he drops the ball in the soccer bin Meena created for him by the front door and rushes to grab the presents that have been taunting him all week.
During his struggle to get the oversized gifts to the coffee table he states, “Thanksgiving is gonna be so cool at their house! It’s so awesome we get to go this year! Did grandpa tell you we’re having tres kinds of mac and cheese?!”
The information receives a small chuckle. “Nope.”
“Three!”
My Spanish isn’t great, but I can count…
“And grandma said at least seis different desserts!” Lynk starts to tear the paper off of one package. “I wish Meena was coming with us….”
All things considered, she really should. It was her idea for us to go celebrate with them. While they haven’t seen them since ‘the help’ incident, the kids do speak with them an extra day of the week now and are constantly begging that they spend more time together. Holidays have always been hard. When Beth was alive it was an automatic decision to go there to celebrate. To keep the family façade alive. But after she died it was a combination of returning without her being too painful and a choice not to pretend to be the perfect husband I wasn’t. Meena thinks going, starting the tradition again, allowing Sage and Lynk to engage in family moments some children never get to have will be good for all of us. She thinks if we spend a little time together, they’ll have a chance to appreciate the father I’ve become in the absence of their daughter. Like everything else I do, I’m not doing it for me. I’m doing it for them.
“She um…She can’t, Lynk,” I say trying to hide my disappointment. “You know, she has her own family to spend the holiday with.”
“Her family is so enorme.” He yanks the tape off the sealed box. “And they all speak Spanish. And they all speak it really fast. And sometimes they have English words in there, but I still don’t know what they’re saying.”
His description feels accurate though I wouldn’t actually know firsthand. Unlike my children I’ve only digitally met them.
“When did you…meet them?”
“Sometimes they come to practice or the games or we stop by to say hello after the game or after practice. One time when you were working we all went to this Mexican restaurant for dinner. It was so loud…”
I try not to be angry with my lack of knowledge over those things. I get it. I can’t know where they are every minute of every day. And it’s not like she didn’t check in or keeps any of their outings a secret or took them across the border. She’s just being a great girlfriend. A great caregiver. Nate keeps warning me I’ve gotta give her room to breathe or I’m gonna fuck up again.
I know that he’s right.
I hate that he’s right.
“Sometimes I wish Meena was a part of our family,” Lynk absentmindedly states.
There’s no time to swallow his thought.
“Look!” He shouts. “Look what grandpa got me!” The signed autograph jersey by his favorite soccer play, Drake Lenzi, waves back and forth in his grip. “Can I wear it?! Can I wear it!?”
“You don’t wanna frame it?”
Lynk shakes his head immediately and begins stripping off his t-shirt. “It even matches the shoes Meena bought me for my birthday!”
The mention not only of her name, but her devotion to giving them everything she possibly can, replants the withering grin.
He’s not the only one who wishes she was family…
Who knows.
Maybe one day soon she will be.