Page 109 of Living for Truth
I channel that gratitude into the slow licks and sucks around her pussy lips and clit, paying extra attention to the hard little nub. I insert two fingers, and she bows off the bed with a cry when I find that sensitive spot inside of her, gently rubbing it while I continue to flick at her clit with my tongue.
She comes after a few meticulous strokes of my fingers, moaning as quietly as she can as her legs shake. While she’s coming down, I flip her over onto her handsand knees, relishing the way her ass jiggles when I spank it.
Not wanting to risk her getting pregnant again, I slip a condom over my length and notch the head at her entrance, barely pushing in.
“Fuck, Morgan. I need it. You feel so good. Missed you.”
“I missed you, too, Hannah. So fucking much. God, you feel amazing.”
I grip her hips, sliding in all the way, and I nearly come as the heat of her surrounds me. Fuck, I’ll never get tired of this feeling.
“I’m not going to last long when you feel this good, Butterfly,” I groan. “Play with your clit so you can come with me.” I start thrusting slowly, gradually picking up the pace while her fingers work her clit. I feel her pulse around me and know she’s getting close.
“That’s it, Hannah. Squeeze my cock. Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Come for me.”
We tumble over the edge together as I fill the condom, and she squeezes around me.
I pull out, discard the condom, then drag my future wife to the shower so we can shower off the day. We end up slowly fucking on the shower bench, Hannah riding my cock, before we finally get out and dry off.
That night, I fall asleep tangled up with the mother of my children, happier than I’ve ever been.
Epilogue
Hannah
Two and a half years later…
“Poppy, no! You’re supposed to eat your oatmeal, not put it in your hair,” Aly groans from the kitchen table. “Mom, I think we need a dishrag.”
My heart still soars when she calls me that, even almost two years later. I love being her mom. We finalized Aly’s adoption six months after the girls were born, and the same day, she shyly asked if she could start calling me Mom. I was so excited, I burst into tears.
“I think Poppy is going to need a bath, what do you think, Vi?” I ask her twin sister, who’s meticulously spooning oatmeal into her mouth. She still gets a little messy, but she’s not nearly as chaotic about it as her sister.
“No bath!” Poppy protests, pounding her hands on the high chair tray and splattering oatmeal on the wall.
“Poppy bath,” Violet agrees, placing her spoon in her mostly eaten bowl and holding it up for me to take. “All done.”
“Aly, would you mind helping Violet get dressed for the day while I go put Poppy in the bath really quick?”
“No problem, Mom. Come on, Vi. What color dress should we wear today? Pink or purple?”
“Pink!” Violet yells excitedly as Aly takes her up to her room.
“Alright, Pop. Let’s get you a quick bath so you don’t have oatmeal hair when we take you to Gigi and Papa’s.” I wipe most of the oatmeal mess up before taking her out of her high chair and carrying her upstairs to the bathroom.
“Gigi! Papa!” Poppy claps excitedly.
Iris and Axel are watching the girls for a week while Morgan and I go to Texas for Wes and Elli’s wedding. They’re having a small, intimate ceremony for their closest friends and family, and I’m honored to be on the guest list.
It’s a childfree wedding, mostly because no one else has kids in their friend group, otherwise we’d bring the girls with us. It’s hard to leave them for this long when we’ve never been apart for more than two days, but it’ll be nice to have some time with just the two of us.
I hear my husband’s footsteps on the stairs and the patter of Violet’s feet padding down the hall before I hear a screeching, “DADDY!”
Poppy splashes the water and chants, “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”
“How are all my best girls?” Morgan says from the bathroom doorway, scooping up Violet and proppingher on his hip. Violet wraps her arms around Morgan’s neck and nuzzles into him.
The sight makes my ovaries explode, but we will not be having any more babies. Morgan had a vasectomy four months after the girls were born, and even though we know there’s still a small possibility we could get pregnant, we haven’t had any issues.
