26

Janine

July 2022

Everything seems like a dream.

Standing at the porch of our new log cabin home on the shores of Lake Michigan, I watch as Brandon and Dash run around the lawn under the moonlight and the glow of care- fully placed garden lamps. Brandon’s German Shepherd, Wolf, runs with them, his tail wagging.

It seems like only yesterday that he was a puppy chewing on this and that. It seems like only yesterday that Brandon was a baby, crawling across the floor. Now they’re both all grown up.

Well, Brandon still has a lot of growing to do, but he’s no longer a baby. He’s starting to read and write now, which Dash and I have been teaching him ourselves. He’ll be in kindergarten soon. Sometimes, when I talk to him, he holds himself with the maturity of another adult.

Then he’ll mention that Dad’s job would be even better if rocket boosters could get involved, and I remember that, for just a few more years, he is still a baby.

I let them play a little longer and then usher Brandon inside for bedtime. I watch him brush his teeth. He changes into pajamas and then I tuck him into bed after reading him a story and planting a kiss on the top of his head.

“Good night, sweetheart. I love you.” I always tell him this. I can’t even hold it in.

“Good night, Mommy. Love you too.” My heart gives up a little throb every time I hear it.

Brandon turns on his side and I smooth my hands down his tiny back and then turn off the lamp. I walk towards the door, petting Wolf as I pass him.

“Good night, Brandon,” Dash calls from the doorway, leaning on the frame with his hands in his pockets.

Brandon yawns and turns his face deeper into his pillow, snuggling. “Night, Dad.”

I close the door to his bedroom and slide an arm around Dash’s waist, resting my head against his shoulder. “Think I’m going to go to bed early tonight,” I murmur softly.

“Is something wrong?” Dash asks, his arm around me. “No,” I whisper, getting a little choked up just thinking about how damn lucky we all are. “Everything is great.”

It’s not just Brandon. Dash’s company is thriving as Billy completes his residency. We’ve been so blessed.

“I know something that would make it better,” Dash purrs, lifting my chin to kiss me.

I smile. “I said I was going to go to bed early,” I purr back.

He chuckles. “Then we should hurry.”

Dash surprises me by snatching me up and walking quickly to our bedroom.

I sweep the bedroom door shut behind us, locking it. Dash pins me against it, his hands wrapping around my waist as his mouth devours mine, robbing me of breath and sending heat all the way down to my toes. Yeah, we’ve still got it like that.

Dash twists my hair off my shoulder so he can kiss my neck, his other hand enclosing one of my breasts.

I moan but I push him away. “Wait here,” I tell him. “I have something new.”

I disappear into the bathroom, leaving him puzzled, emerging minutes later in a robe. I find Dash on the bed already naked, hard as a rock, lying on his side. My eyes trail appreciatively over his hard cock, giving him an once-over and a twice-over. That thing still kind of scares me, but my underwear still gets wet. I know it only looks like it will hurt. “This reminds me of our second time,” Dash says with an impish little grin, such a rare sight on his face. “Or our first time in twelve years.”

I play with the sash of my robe and pout seductively at him. “We were already man and wife,” I remind him.

“And I still need to see what’s under that robe,” he reminds me seriously.

Grinning, I loosen the sash and shrug the robe off my shoulders. A dark blue, leopard print, silk baby doll chemise with a ribbon in front matches its black lace thong.

Dash’s eyes widen as they trail down my body. I purse my lips, giving a whirl. “Do you like it?”

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again,” he answers. “Your body only gets better.” I see his cock throb in agreement and it sends a pulse of heat through me. “I think you’re overdressed, though.”

“Was this not a black-thong dress code?” I climb on top of the bed and straddle his lap with a coy little smile.

“Easy fix,” Dash growls, tugging open the front ribbon. My breasts swing free right in front of his face and sucks on one as he pushes my top off. As soon as it’s gone, his free hand makes itself busy again, moving the thin fabric of my thong to the side. His fingers brushing against my clit before they slip inside me.

I gasp.

Releasing my breast, he captures my mouth to swallow my moans, still stroking me, his other hand on a cheek of my ass. I place my hands behind his head, fingers getting lost in his hair. I kiss him back fiercely and gyrate my hips against him.

Dash’s fingers move up again to rub the sensitive nub and I tremble, clinging to him. He sucks on my other breast, arms around my waist as he moves his fingers faster.

As usual, that part of me submits to him completely, swelling and sending ripples of pleasure all through my body. I pull at his hair, pressing my body against him as the pleasure takes over.

“Oh, God.”

By now, my body responds to him so strongly, even as I recover from my first orgasm of the evening, I can feel the excitement buzzing in my veins, knowing that it’s only the beginning.

“Already?” Dash teases as he wraps his arms around me. “Shut up,” I tell him, kissing him as I place my hands on his shoulders. “It’s your fault.”

“Then I accept your punishment.”

I give a smug grin before pushing him down.

I kiss his nipples then circle with my tongue, drawing a gasp from him. Then I slowly move down as I hold Dash’s narrow, heated gaze until his hard cock is in front of me and gripping his hands, I begin to lick.

He squeezes my hands as his eyes fall shut.

I keep swiping my tongue up and down the length of him, beneath the tip and across him, making him gasp and shiver, which in turn, makes me shiver with excitement. Indeed, as he gets wetter, so do I, my body anticipating the results of my efforts.

Eventually, I let go of his hands so they can find purchase in my hair, wrapping fingers around his cock to give a few strokes before taking him inside my mouth. It’s a task I’ve become good at and a task I’ve learned to enjoy especially as I hear the gasps and moans escaping his lips while his cock quivers between mine.

“Janine,” Dash warns, pulling on my hair.

Understanding, I pull away. I’m not about to relinquish control though.

I climb on top of him, moving the thin strip of fabric between my legs out of the way as I grab his cock and slowly slide it inside me.

“Fuck,” the curse escapes Dash’s lips.

I close my eyes and hold my breath, taking a moment to savor the feel of his cock inside me, reaching the depths of me. I start moving my hips, in circles at first then up and down slowly.

Dash places his arms behind his head, breathlessly staring at me as I move on top of him, my hair flowing past my shoulders and my breasts bouncing with every move I make, my pendant swaying between them.

“Beautiful.”

“Don’t stare,” I scold him then lean over to kiss him. “Well. Don’t just stare.”

When I lean back, his hands finally move, reaching out to cup my breasts and rub my nipples.

I moan, throwing my head back.

My arms propped against his legs, I move faster, wanting to feel more of him. He grabs my hips and begins moving his own, thrusting up into my body.

“So good,” I tell him, riding him.

“You like being on top, don’t you?” he asks.

“I like it every way you give it,” I pant down to him. “Good.” Dash reverses our positions. “Because it’s my turn now.”

He slips out of me just for a few moments to get rid of my thong then slides back in, wrapping one arm around me as he begins to pound into me, the other stroking my cheek.

He holds my gaze, his eyes half-lidded. Then he takes my pendant, kissing it.

“I love you.”

“I love you,” I tell him, stroking his cheek in turn.

I wrap my arms around him as he kisses me, moving in and out of me at the same time. When he moves faster, though, I pull away, turning my head to the side so that I can gasp for air.

“Dash!”

I can feel the pleasure mounting with each thrust. I’m close. So close.

“Janine!”

Dash moves his hips even faster, sharing the same feeling. Then he captures my mouth again, our moans mingling just as his body trembles above mine, against mine, inside me, and I am swept away with him, shivering beneath him, around him.

He empties himself inside me then grows still. The sound of our ragged breathing punctuates the silence. He moves off me and I snuggle against him, kissing his cheek before resting my head on his chest. He in turn kisses my forehead.

I smile. “Do you think we’ll have a girl?” I wonder.

“I don’t know.” He strokes my hair. “Do you want one?”

I nod. “You and Brandon play all the time. I want a girl to play with.”

“Ah, but you and Brandon share the better moments,” Dash reminds. “Like when you tuck him into bed and kiss his scraped knees.”

“You would do the same to our little red-haired girl.” “Probably.”

I look up at him. “We make a great team, you and I.” “That we do,” Dash agrees.

As I rest my cheek on his chest, he kisses the top of my head again, and I smile against his skin.