Page 61 of Mister Daddy
My son laughs and runs away, as I expected he would. He hates leaving the ship, but once he gets to my parents’ house, he’s thrilled. They still spoil their only grandson. And tonight, Carter and I are going to get to go on one of our rare date nights while my parents watch Timmy. So I’m kind of in a hurry to get off the boat.
Not that I don’t love Timmy, because I do. My son is my entire world, and he makes me deliriously happy.
But I love Carter, too, and we haven’t been alone together in almost a year. I need to make sure my husband’s needs are met too, as well as my own. With that, a delicious thrill runs down my spine.
“You guys ready?” Carter asks, striding into the room. He catches Timmy into his arms and lifts the baby high above his head. “You don’t look ready.”
“He’s not happy.”
“Stay ship!” Timmy demands, waving his chubby fists in the air. He’s not quite a year and a half yet, so his vocabulary is limited. These two words he’s mastered, though.
Carter tickles the boy’s tummy. “No stay ship. We’re going to see Grandma and Grandpa.”
“Gamma! Gampa!”
“That’s my boy.”
Carter puts Timmy back on the ground, kissing his son’s head fondly, before turning to me. “Are you ready, sweetheart?” Carter asks, one black brow quirked my way. My heart pounds because even after all this time, my husband is still a gorgeous alpha male. I feel my pussy go wet, the tips of my breasts tightening.
But I shoot him a sweet smile, nodding yes, because of course I’m ready. My bags are totally packed, including my scuba gear. I’ve passed my scuba training certification, and now I run excursions on the different ships we find ourselves on. So far, I’ve gotten to dive in Africa, Hawaii, Scandinavia, and on the cruise right before this one, the Mediterranean. Today, we’re just getting back from the Bahamas. No diving this time around, though. Timmy and I explored the islands and worked on our tans. Well, I worked on my tan. Timmy had SPF 50 on to protect his young skin.
“I’ve been ready for a week,” I say coyly. “How about you?”
“All set. Let’s go.”
Carter wrangles his son again, and I gather my suitcase and Timmy’s small backpack. A steward will get the rest of our things off the ship, but I hate leaving without carrying something.
Once we drop Timmy off at my parents’ house, Carter and I check into our hotel. Finally!
Inside the door, Carter holds my hips and dips his head to kiss me slowly. “I love you,” he rumbles.
“I love you, too,” is my soft murmur.
We undress each other slowly and fall onto the bed. Having Timmy around hasn’t changed our sex life too much because Timmy has a separate room within Carter’s suite, not to mention a night-time nanny. It’s good because my lover and I can shut the door to our stateroom and know that we won’t be disturbed for a while.
“You’re so perfect,” Carter says hoarsely, kissing up my body. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
“And I’m the luckiest woman.”
We make love slowly. Passionately. Perfectly, with his seed spurting into me in hot gusts, filling me up all over again. I love having his virility in all my holes, and welcome every opportunity to make love with this magnetic man.
When we’re both finished and exhausted, we lie back on the bed, our eyes locked on each other. There’s a bit of his spunk running from my pussy and I lift one leg teasingly, showing him my used pink slit.
“See?” is my coy voice. “Look what you’ve done.”
Sure enough, as I lift my knee, my pussy lips part a bit and a huge swell of white comes running out. But Carter won’t let it. One big finger reaches forward to push the bubbly semen back into my hole, where it belongs.
“There we go,” he growls. “I don’t like to waste this stuff, and I know how much my dirty little whore loves having sperm in her body.”
“I do,” I say playfully, moaning slightly when he pushes another drip back into my cunt. “Yes, right there.”
But suddenly, Carter grows serious. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you,” he growls. My brow lifts.
“Oh?”
And to my surprise, he climbs out of bed and fumbles around with his pants, pulling something from his pocket.
“I know our relationship has never been conventional, but I have to ask sweetheart. I’ve been going nuts thinking about it, and I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. Will you marry me? Please make a desperate man happy.”