The kids did their homework, had dinner, and then went to their bedrooms to go to sleep so they would get plenty of rest before they had to wake up in the morning and repeat the day all over again.
That was when we had our time.
Crow had me on the bed with his face pressed between my legs, kissing my most delicate place, making love to the area that gave him his two children. He made me writhe and whine on the bed, my back arching without my control, my hands gripping the sheets and his hair.
He pulled his face away then stood upright, his abs strong, his chest thick and powerful like two slabs of concrete. A thick vein rose up from the base of his dick to the area below his belly button because his muscles made his frame so tight.
His dark hair was all over the place from where I fisted it, and he looked at me with dark eyes that showed his arousal, like I was still the most desirable woman in the world even though he could replace me with a twenty-year-old if he wanted.
He slid up and kissed my stomach, kissed the scars that Vanessa gave me because they had to cut me open to get her out of me. Then he dragged his tongue over my skin like he’d never tasted anything so good. He moved farther up until he reached the valley between my breasts, kissing me, loving me. He sucked each nipple before he grabbed my hips and dragged me down so he could kiss my neck and jawline, making love to me everywhere before he even reached my lips.
He grabbed my neck aggressively then turned my face so he could have my lips, sealing my mouth with his. He kissed me hard, with deep breaths, like this was the part of my body he craved the most.
My fingers dug into his hair as I kissed him back, my ankles locking around his waist, feeling more alive with him than I did at any other time in the day. During business hours, I was a mom. But at night, I was a lover, the fantasy of a gorgeous man.
I was so lucky to have this man as mine.
As my husband.
He pulled away and positioned me at the edge of the bed so he could slide into me with one slick motion, entering my tightness with a groan like I was still the best pussy he’d ever had. He grabbed my hips and pounded into me hard, driving me to a climax that only took a few seconds because I’d been ready to come the moment he took off his clothes. “Crow…”
We lay together, naked in bed, rested and recovered after our lovemaking, the both of us tired because we had our obligations in the morning. He lay on his side and looked at me, the sheets at his waist, his stomach tight with grooves even when he was fully relaxed.
I worked out every day in his gym when the kids were at school because the more I aged, the more difficult it became to keep my size. I was forced to exercise, especially if I had a husband who was always in the greatest shape of his life. I wanted him to be turned on the way I was turned on, to never be interested in looking elsewhere because I was enough. I knew his love for me was deeper than the skin, that there was so much loyalty and devotion that it didn’t matter how I looked, but since he put in so much effort, I wanted to as well.
His eyes were closed for a while like he was drifting away. Then he opened them, his fingertips trailing down my body and feeling the curve in my waist.
I inhaled slowly. “How do you feel about having another baby?”
His fingers stilled.
“I know it’s kinda late, but I might still be able to have another…” I’d just turned forty a few weeks ago.
“I didn’t know you felt that way.” He rested his hand on my hip.
I shrugged. “They’re growing up so fast. Conway will be gone in six years. That’s not far away. I just love them so much, and I’m afraid they’ll move away and we’ll never see them.”
He studied me like he didn’t know what to say.
I missed it when it was just the two of us, but I would miss our children more.
“I don’t think that will happen, Button. I think we have a good relationship with our children, and I think they’ll always want to be close to us. So, don’t worry about that. And if we have another baby, the same thing is going to happen when they leave the house. That fear is inevitable.”
“So…you don’t want to have another?”
He considered the question for a long time before he answered. “I think I already have two perfect kids, and I feel complete. But if it’s important to you, we can talk about it.” His hand slid to my stomach where it rested. “Honestly, I’m looking forward to when it’s just you and I again, when our kids are adults and we can be proud of how we raised them to be good people. There’s always something to look forward to, Button.”
My eyes softened.
“They might leave for a few years for university…but they’ll come back. You’ll be surrounded by grandchildren, and we’ll grow old and gray. We’ll have a good life and leave this world with no regrets—together.”
He knew exactly what to say to make me feel better, to make me appreciate the future as much as the present.
“Another thing I’m looking forward to is being friends with my kids rather than just their father. I didn’t have a long relationship with my dad—for a lot of reasons—but there were a few years when it was more than just father and son. And that’s something I’d really like to see, getting to know Conway and Vanessa in a different way.”
“But we can always pretend we’re trying for another baby…”
I grinned as I cupped his face. “That would be fun, wouldn’t it?”
He turned into my hand so he could kiss my palm. “I think so.”
I moved into him so I could hook my leg over his waist with my arm around his neck, feeling his warm body against my skin. “I love you…”
He kissed my forehead. “I love you, Button.”
We lay there in silence, the house quiet because everyone was asleep and we were the only ones awake, the two of us just existing together. I could feel his heartbeat, feel how slow and powerful it was.
“I’m going to encourage Lars to retire. Get someone new.” His words were unexpected, like discussing old age made him think of the butler who had been employed by his family for decades. “He’s getting too old…”
I pulled away and looked at him. “I thought the same thing, but he always says no.”
“Well, he doesn’t get a say in it anymore. I’m afraid he’ll hurt himself.”
“I think he just feels empty without a purpose. Watching someone take his job will be difficult for him.”
“Then we’ll give him a new purpose.” He grabbed the sheet and pulled it higher up our bodies, like it was time for us to go to sleep because the fatigue had set in. “And then we can get that stupid fucking dog…”
I grinned. “Yeah?”
“I know they aren’t gonna stop pestering me about it so…”
“That’s sweet. I think it’ll be good for them to have an animal friend.”
He shrugged. “I grew up without pets, and I turned out fine…”
“Cold as ice…but fine,” I teased.
He closed his eyes and gave a slight smile. “We’ll use the gates until the puppy is trained not to jump on people, and then Lars should be fine…”
“That’s a good plan.”
He stopped talking, his body relaxing because sleep was already behind his eyes. His breathing changed, becoming less and less…until he slipped away.
I was tired too, but I’d rather spend my time staring at my husband’s face, the father of my children, the man who gave me a home when I was lost. I wanted time to stand still so we could be happy like this…forever.