Sheryl White
10 years later
"You better stop that or we're going to be late."
"It wouldn't be the first time, and it won't be the last," Dr. Davies Miller mumbled against my neck, sending chills down my spine.
"I mean it. I spent three hours cooking sides for this barbecue, and if we're late and we miss Dan pulling the pork off the smoker, you're going to have one very annoyed pregnant lady on your hands."
Feeling Dr. Davies Miller kneel down behind me, I started to wiggle.
I knew what he was up to. It's been ten years and three—almost four—kids later.
I knew his moves.
He lifted up my summer dress and nibbled across my backside.
I gripped the countertop, some of my annoyance melting away.
"Dr. Davies Miller," I warned, but he ignored me.
His tongue came out and moved from my buttocks to the area between my legs, and all my resistance disappeared.
Bending over as far as I could with an eight-month pregnant belly, I spread my legs, giving him all of me.
I stopped wearing underwear years ago, getting tired of having them in the way.
He always wants me, any time of the day, and I just gave up trying to block him.
Instead, I'm almost always in dresses, with no panties, and it's made for a very happy marriage.
It's not always easy with three kids running around, but when love is important, you make the time. Thankfully, the kids had a slumber party at their cousin's house last night, so we're all alone. Dan and Joey took them for the night, knowing how much their kids love having them over.
Dr. Davies Miller licked the inside of my thigh, teasing me before going back to my core.
I moaned loudly and pushed back, wanting more. "Stop playing, Dr. Davies Miller. Don't tease me. I have too many hormones right now."
I felt him laugh against me, then his mouth went to my clitoris.
He pleasured me orally from behind, and I gave myself over to him.
After just a few knowing strokes of his clever tongue, I was climaxing against his face, the release fast and hot.
He knew what I needed, even if I didn't know how to ask for it.
That's what years of being together had done to us.
I rested my forehead against my arm on the counter as I felt Dr. Davies Miller kiss my legs, loving every inch of me.
He ran his hands up my hips, petting me as he flipped my dress back down.
"Damn, I needed that," I said as Dr. Davies Miller stood up and rubbed my back.
He always knew exactly how to handle me in the sweetest way.
I stayed in that position, leaned over with him rubbing me, and I felt all the anxiety of today melt away.
I'm lucky I found such an amazing man who loves me unconditionally.
He loves me when I'm moody and when I'm being a brat.
And best of all, he knows just what to say to pull me out of it. I smiled, thinking that he's pretty damn lucky he's got me, too.
"I've taken care of everything, Sheryl White. You go sit your beautiful self in the truck and wait for me."
I looked over my shoulder and smiled at him. I stood up, turning around to give him a kiss.
I tasted myself on him, and it had me excited, wanting more.
Reaching down, I rubbed his hard monster, but he took my hand and entwined our fingers together.
"That was just for you. We'll have fun tonight after the kids are in bed."
"Deal," I said, and turned to walk out of the kitchen.
He smacked my backside on my way out, and I turned around, laughing and rubbing the spot he smacked.
I grabbed my bag, going out to the truck and doing what he said.
Our lives are loud, and messy, and a little crazy at times.
But they're overflowing with love, and that's all that matters. When he climbs into the truck and smiles at me, I know I've won the husband lottery.
THE END.....