Samantha heard the door and quickly saved the file she had open. She should probably keep working and finish the chapter she was writing, but it had been a long day and she was eager to see the man who had just locked their front door.
“Hey.”
She turned from her computer and smiled at the sight of her husband, tall, dark and delicious, leaning against her office door. His tie was loosened and his hard body looked relaxed as he smiled down on her. She loved the way his dark eyes flashed with pleasure when he looked at her and she felt the familiar response of her own body anticipating him near. “Hey, there officer,” she greeted him.
Dylan reached for her and she eagerly moved into his embrace. The kiss he gave her was slow and soft and they lingered in it for several moments. “Hi,” he answered when they finally parted. “I’m sorry I’m late. You look tired.”
“I’m exhausted,” Sam admitted as she played with his tie. “But, I didn’t want to miss you. How was your day?”
His hands dropped to her hips and he caressed them with a leisurely touch. “Let’s go to bed and I’ll tell you all about it.”
Arm in arm they made their way to their bedroom content to simply be together at the end of a busy day. They readied for bed and Sam could feel the effects of that hectic day beginning to catch up with her. Dylan laughed at her as she gave a decidedly deep yawn. “What?” she asked as they climbed into bed. “You’ve never seen a woman bested by motherhood before?”
“They may have won the round today,” he joked, “but, my money is on you for the final score.”
“I’m glad one of us thinks that,” she countered. As if to prove how wrong Dylan was a cry sounded from the nursery next door. “See,” she said with a sigh of defeat as the first cry was joined by a second. “I’m losing this battle.”
“I’ll get them,” Dylan said as she struggled to rise from the bed. “You rest, I’ve got this round.”
“You’re a good daddy,” she called as he rolled to his feet.
It was quite some time before he returned but she had to admit from what she had heard through the monitor he had handled it well. “Are they asleep?” she asked in a groggy mumble as he collapsed into their bed.
“Finally,” he answered. He settled comfortably against the pillow and gave his wife a grin of accomplishment. Getting the twins to sleep was something to be proud of. “Eli gave in first, then Nash. They like to fight it, don’t they?”
“Yes,” she agreed scooting, closer and draping both an arm and a leg over him. “They seem to conspire against simultaneous sleep. It’s the complete opposite of Hank. He always just drops into a deep sleep, but they are bound and determined to avoid it at all costs.”
There was a note of pitiful complaint in her voice and Dylan rubbed her back in sympathy. “Are you ok? I’m sorry it’s wearing you out.”
“Thanks,” she said, grateful for his sympathy. “I’m fine, really; I just need some time to adjust.”
“It’s only been a few months, Babe. It will get better.”
“Undoubtedly,” she agreed. Dylan continued to rub her back soothingly and she closed her eyes, enjoying his soft caress. Occasionally, he would let his fingers glide through her dark shoulder-length hair in that way she loved before returning his hand to her back. It was soothing, pleasurable, and it was turning her on. After a moment she shifted in his arms and began to touch him as well. He always felt good beneath her hand, his hard body and smooth skin an invitation that was impossible to resist.
“Babe?”
“Hmm?” she asked as she pressed a gentle kiss to his neck.
“Baby, I thought you were tired?”
“I am.”
His hand snagged hers and his fingers wrapped around her wrist stilling the touch she had been administering. “Then you should go to sleep,” he coaxed softly.
“Let me amend my statement,” she corrected as she pulled her hand out of his grasp. “I was tired. Now I’m not.”
Dylan grunted as her hand pushed past his waistband and into his sweatpants. He had been resisting her touch and Sam was a bit disappointed to find his cock lying limply against his leg. “Are you waiting for me?” she asked as she wrapped her hand around him. Giving him a gentle squeeze and a small tug she continued, “or would you rather I tease you for a while?”
“I didn’t think we were going to play tonight,” he said, his voice thick with desire as he began to allow himself permission to enjoy her touch. “You need your sleep.”
“I need sex too,” she argued as she withdrew her hand and then climbed on top of him. “Four sons, Dylan; I need some relief to the stress your four sons give me.” She pressed her body down on his and lowered her head to whisper in his ear, “Let me be your MILF.”
Dylan chuckled and cupped his hands around her ass. “Nice use of the term,” he said approvingly as he squeezed each firm cheek. “I love it when you talk like that.”
“I know. If that doesn’t do it for you, though, I could be your naughty nurse instead.” Her teeth bit down gently on his earlobe and she pulled away so that they scraped appealingly over his skin. Her tongue darted out and teasingly ran over the rim of his ear sending shivers down his spine. “Of course if I’m naughty,” she purred silkily, “you might have to spank me.” She grinned down at him and there was a knowing glint in her eye. “Or, maybe if I’m really naughty you should arrest me.”
His heart began to beat faster and his eyes automatically flicked across the room. There atop the dresser his regulation handcuffs rested next to his badge and he seriously considered getting up to grab them. The arousal building inside him intensified as the familiar fantasy tempted him. He loved that game, loved the way she played along as he acted out every dirty thought he had ever had on the job. She chuckled deeply and he looked back to her smirking expression.
“You can be the bad cop,” she offered in a pout, “I’ll be the naughty suspect.”
Dylan’s hands slid up around her waist and he held her tight as he pressed his growing erection against her pelvis. “No games tonight, Baby,” he growled knowing those things always played out late into the night. He would gladly trade sleep for that time with her, but he worried she wasn’t resting.
“I want to play,” Sam complained.
Dylan closed his eyes when the way she wiggled against him nearly made him agree. “No games, but, keep talking.”
“You want more talk?” she panted into his ear. She moaned, a dark needful sound that came from deep in her gut, and she slid her body in a slow circle over his. “I’m a bad girl,” she whispered to him. “You might have to bend me over your knee, pull down my panties and smack my pink little ass.”
“Why are you a bad girl?” he asked, letting her words pull him along. His hands were sliding her shirt up her back and she lifted off of him long enough for him to pull it from her body. He quickly tossed the shirt away and cupped his hands around her heavy swollen tits as they dangled above him. He wanted nothing more than to pull each of them into his mouth over and over and suck them viciously, but she was still nursing and he didn’t want to stimulate them into a release of the milk his sons would soon need. Carefully pressing his lips to them he kissed around the nipple and squeezed them gently; playing with them as much as he dared.
Sam sighed deeply. She loved tit play and the need to limit their indulgence was the hardest part of nursing. “Damn, I love the way you touch me,” she breathed.
Dylan grunted and rolled her over using the movement as an opportunity to hastily strip his clothes. She followed his example, shucking her pants, and he settled over her, their warm, naked bodies sliding together with a pleasing silky feel. Propping his body on his left elbow, his right hand returned to her chest as his lips began to trail soft slow kisses over her neck and shoulders. “What else do you love, naughty girl?” he asked in a husky voice.
“I love your body,” she said as she ran her hand from sternum to hip. “God, I really do, Dyl,” she sighed with lust as she squeezed his firm ass cheek. “I get so turned on just thinking about you. Just hearing you come through the door makes me horny.” Her eyes moved over him as smoothly as her hands, he hovered over her and she eagerly drank in the sight of him. She loved the broad span of his shoulders. Lifting her hand she traced the curve of his sculpted chest her fingers gliding against his warm smooth skin until it reached the light growth of hair that grew in the valley of his muscled chest. Her fingers curled and she followed the trail of dark hair along his hard stomach. When she reached the point where his body touched hers she teased the seam of their skin enjoying the sensation it gave them both.
“Protect and serve, Babe,” he joked as if the effort he put into maintaining his physique was all about the job.
He forced her to lie back and then dipped his head. His lips closed around her and he sucked gently at her breasts again, making her voice breathless as she continued to praise him. “I love your cock.” Her hand wrapped around his now firm member and she stroked him slowly, indulgently. “I love it when you eat me.”
She gasped as he bit her nipple in response to that. “I love that too,” he growled.
Sam made a dark sound of approval as he began to inch lower, trailing kisses as he moved to demonstrate. “I love it when you fuck me,” she continued as her hands pushed on his shoulders encouraging his movement.
Dylan touched her legs and she willingly spread them for him. “Shit,” he gasped as he settled into position and saw the extent of her arousal. “Baby, you are so wet.” She whimpered as he ran a finger along her wet folds. “Why didn’t you tell me you wanted it this bad?”
“I thought that’s what I was doing,” she chuckled and then gasped as his tongue followed the path of his finger. “Oooo, yes,” she breathed.
Dylan didn’t waste any time. If she was this wet, this ready, she was craving it badly and he had no intention of letting her suffer. His tongue pushed inside her and he lapped up the flood of juices that were announcing her arousal. The taste of her was his favorite craving and he licked her eagerly. When his tongue grazed over her swollen clit she whimpered and her back arched so that she pressed more firmly against his mouth. Smiling at her impatience, he slipped two fingers inside her, feeling her immediately tighten around him.
“Here we go, Baby,” he called to her. His hand moved in a slow steady rhythm and his mouth returned to her clit, sucking and teasing with the kind of abandon he had longed to use on her tits. The moment came quickly and Sam cried out as it took her. Her legs shook and her back arched as she writhed through the pleasure he was providing. He continued to administer his touch dragging out her reaction for as long as possible. When she sagged back against the bed he gave her one more slow lick and then crawled back up her body.
She wore a wicked smile and he chuckled when he saw it. “How’s that for stress relief?” he asked.
“Not bad,” she complimented, “it will feel even better when you are inside me.”
“Mmm,” he moaned as he kissed her lips and then sucked gently on her neck. “That’s what I love, being inside you.”
Sam rolled her hips trying to tempt him into just that place and his right hand grabbed her left hip to hold her still. “Come on, Honey,” she begged, “give it to me. I want it.”
“I just gave you one,” he argued playfully.
“I want more,” she whined. “Please?” she asked pitifully as she batted her eyes.
“What happened to my naughty girl?” he asked as he thrust his hips forward to rub himself against her in a tease.
Sam grinned and rolled, forcing him onto his back. “She’s right here,” she said as she straddled him. Moving slowly she trailed her entrance over the tip of his rod. “She’s been getting her pussy eaten,” she said in a husky voice. “Very naughty.”
Her hips dipped and she closed her eyes as the first inch of him slipped inside her. “You should smack my ass for being such a bad girl.”
Dylan’s hand was already on her rear and his right hand immediately smacked her left cheek in a light spank. “Yeah,” Sam breathed, “I was very naughty. I really, really, really like it when I have a tongue in my pussy.” Her hips dipped and rose with every ‘really’ and they both panted from the sensation of his head sliding in and out of her.
“Bad girl,” he growled as he smacked her ass just a little harder.
“Ooh, yeah,” she purred as his touch gave just enough sting to be pleasurable.
“You want to fuck me, don’t you?” Dylan asked with a smile that made her want to do just that.
“Yes, please,” she answered. “I’ll be good I promise.” She had no intention of delaying the release she could feel building in her gut and with her next thrust she slid down until he was fully inside her.
They both grunted in pleasure and she smiled as she felt his hands caress the spot he had just tinted pink. Her hips rising and falling, she moved over him, intent on taking what she needed. He touched her everywhere, seeming to know exactly which points on her body would most emphasize the pleasure her ride was giving her.
“Yeah, Baby,” he growled, enjoying the way she was taking charge. “Ride me, you naughty girl.”
His encouragement spurred her on and she increased her tempo. She needed this. Needed the pleasure, the relaxation, the enjoyment it would bring. She needed to feel like a desirable woman. She needed to know that she still pleased him and that he was still there to please her. Her movements became more focused and as she hit the angle that she knew would most easily push her over the edge.
The sensation was overwhelming as she tightened around him. She pressed down fully so that he filled her completely just as her walls contracted. Keening a high wail, she vocalized the reaction she was feeling and slowly pumped her hips so that he caressed every inch inside her.
Collapsing onto his chest, she rolled with him as he took her to her back. He was still inside, still hard and ready and she smiled as he began to move. “Take me,” she said breathlessly. He was on an upward thrust and she hitched her hips into a better position and lifted her leg so that he came down much deeper into her core.
Dylan grunted in approval and she wrapped the leg around his waist. He pounded into her for several moments, each thrust more intent, each kiss he left on her a burning touch of need. When he suddenly pulled away she grumbled pitifully at the loss. “No,” she protested.
“Roll over,” he ordered.
Grinning at the tone of his voice Sam complied. He wasn’t done playing. He covered her body with his and slid his arm beneath her hips. “Naughty girls get their ass in the air,” he growled into her ear. Without waiting for a response he lifted off her and pulled her hips with him.
Sam helped, lifting her rear into the air and pressing her shoulders to the pillow. Dylan was on his knees behind her and he swatted her ass. Taking the hint she lifted higher. The new angle pleased him and he caressed her cheeks before he clamped his large hands around her hips and thrust himself home.
The force of his entry threatened to give her another orgasm and she cried out in pleasure as she bit the pillow case. “Fuck,” she groaned, “again.”
Dylan did it again. And again, and again; he pumped himself into her in a frantic rhythm forcing his dick to the depths of her center and stroking out with just the right touch.
“Yes,” she breathed as yet another wave of pleasure broke through her. “Yesyesyesyesyes…”
Her cry broke his control and he too cried out as he emptied his hot load into her quivering body.
“Damn,” he chuckled as they collapsed onto the bed.
“Thank you,” she said as she turned and snuggled into his arms.
“No; thank you,” he corrected as he kissed her forehead. “I’m not complaining, but what brought that on?”
“I needed it,” she said with a shrug.
Dylan held her for a moment trying to wait out a better explanation but when one didn’t come he knew he would have to coax it from her. “Sam?” he called gently.
“Hmm?” she mumbled and he could tell she was fading toward sleep.
“Is everything alright?” he asked intently.
Her blue eyes opened and she smiled at him. “I’m fine,” she promised. “It’s been an adjustment and sometimes I just needed to know that you still want me that way.”
“Baby, I always want you,” he assured her quickly. “I want you all the time in every way.” He brushed a strand of hair from her brow and kissed her lips. “You know that, right?”
She nodded. “I do,” she said and he could see that it was the truth. “But the twins are wearing me out and Hank is as demanding as ever and when Matthew is here it’s just one more boy to corral, even though he is very helpful. I guess I just sometimes need a reminder that things with us haven’t changed.”
“I’m sorry.”
“What? Why?”
“I shouldn’t let you get to that point,” he said feeling like a heel. “It’s my pleasure to make you feel loved and beautiful and desired, Sam, every day, in every way. I obviously lost sight of that. It won’t happen again.”
“I’m not complaining, Dylan,” she argued as she ran a hand over his bare chest to sooth any hurt feelings she had caused. “I know you love me.”
“Well, from now on I’m going to prove it; every day.”
Sam laughed a deep throaty laugh that made his heart glow with love. He knew he was the only one who ever heard that sound. “Every day might be too much,” she joked. “There are some days the four of them have me too worn out to even shower. You don’t want me then.”
“No, those are the days I should want you even more,” he argued. He curled his fingers and let her silky dark hair twist around his hand. “Every day, Babe,” he vowed. “I want you every day and I’ll make sure you know it.”
She smiled happily and snuggled close. “That would be nice,” she admitted giving in to his need to make this promise. The release he had given her had left her drowsy and content and the warmth of his embrace pulled her down into a contented doze. She didn’t want to move but she could feel sleep overtaking her and she forced herself out of his arms.
Their days of sinking blissfully into a sex-induced and dreamless sleep were gone. In these days of early-to-rise preschoolers and infants with night-hunger she needed to be ready. Rolling from the warmth of their bed she snagged the clothes Dylan had tossed aside and stumbled into the bathroom. She didn’t bother to turn on the light, that would only wake her brain and she really wanted to just climb back into bed and pass out. She quickly took care of business and pulled her clothes back on. Then washing her hands and swiping them half-heartedly on the towel she stumbled back to bed.
Dylan grunted as she rolled into him and she noted he had pulled his pants back on so he could help should the twins wake. He hugged her and she flopped to her other side so that her back was pressed to his chest. Finally, she could fight it no longer and she sank quickly into a much needed sleep.
