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He turns me around and presses me face-first against the wall. He pulls my hair hard, tilting my head back.

“Fuck, yeah,” I say, turning and spitting shower water in his face.

He subtly humps me from behind, grinding his dick up against my ass so that I know he holds a desire for me, ready to release it. I try and grind back on him, but he tightens his hold on my reins, keeping me steady while he has his way with me. I desperately want him to fuck me.

After our shower, he takes us to bed, not allowing me to fully dry myself like I usually do. He puts me on the edge of the bed, right where I am hoping he will. I expect him to plow into my cunt and obliterate me, but like usual, he surprises me with the unexpected.

He gets down on his knees and licks my pussy good and long. He just had a good dinner, and now, it is time for his dessert. I’m hungry for his tasty treat, but I don’t want to fill up on an appetizer before I have a chance to enjoy the entrée.

The entrée arrives shortly after he’s gotten me to cum—in less than one minute because I am so excited to fuck him again. He makes love to me standing on the edge of the bed, with my legs over his shoulders and our bodies finally becoming one. I am loving every second of it. I’ve missed his dick so much.

“You’re sogood, baby,” I moan.

“You’re sotight.”

“I’ve been without you for too long. Keep fucking me and stretch me out, lover.”

He does just that, pounding and thrusting with such good speed and rhythm that I am able to achieve another climax. His dick is giving me the best sensations I’ve felt since months before Junior was born.

He replaces me on the edge of the bed. He has me sit down on him, ass facing him and body rocking. I ride him reverse cowgirl hard and fast, reveling in my ecstasy with every movement.

We both are wanting to scream and call out to each other, but we don’t want to wake up the baby. However, we find out how hot it is when we have to keep our voices down. We have rules, and it is tempting to break those rules. He covers her mouth with his hands, and I lick or bite them as a playful rebellion.

Staying attached to me, he sits up in bed with me, bends me over, and sticks my ass out for him to gander at. He is in complete control. He won’t stop until we can try almost all of our favorite positions, and he is deliberate with each move he makes. He’s imagined this night for a while.

I’ve imagined it, too. By midnight, I’ve come so many times that I lose count. He comes deep inside of me and on my perky breasts—he comes hard and thick for me, nearly overflowing me.

We lie in bed together and talk more about the future. Meanwhile, I look at the baby monitor, listening for any sounds the baby might make in the night.

“Have you decided on a name for your café yet?” I ask.

“We could go for a triple threat and call the place ‘Mason’s,’” he ponders.

“That’s actually not a bad idea,” I say.

“I’m kidding,” says Mason. “I’ll bet it gets closed in a month if I name it after myself.”

“You could name it after yourson,” I recommend. “No one’s going to attack you if you tell them you named it after your firstborn child.”

“True.”

“Am I still beautiful after giving birth?” she asks.

“Darling, you were beautiful to me every day during your pregnancy.”

“I know. You have to say that, but—”

“You werebreathtaking,” he says. “You’ll be breathtaking until the end of time.”

I give him one last kiss goodnight and drift off to sleep. I am cozy living in a house with my new family. I’m not sure what adventures await us, but I know I can get through anything with both of my Masons. That night, along with many other nights for years to come, I have pleasant dreams that include both of my boys.

The End

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