Long Ball(40)
Her nails dig into my shoulder and she whispers against my mouth, “Husband, f*ck me. Don’t be gentle, just f*ck me.”
“Your wish,” I manage as I align my cock with her sweet opening. “Is my command, my queen.”
Fucking in the shower is one of my favorite things. It’s hot, setting your nerves aflame, intensifying every sensation. Everything smells good and danger lurks behind every thrust, threatening to topple a guy over mid-thrust. It is so. good.
Her cries bounce off the hard tile. I love a good, throaty girl, and man, does she ever deliver. My cock tears into her sweet *, thrusting hot and hard, ramming my wife fast. A grunt bubbles out of my lips between thrusts. Animal has taken over. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it’s intense.
She clings to me like cellophane, but I manage to unwind us and I bend her over, watching water cascade down her back. The sound of my balls slapping against her bare ass mix with her deepening moans like a symphony. I reach under her and fondle her clit, and she bucks like a bronco. We almost slip, my heart races, and my cock pulsates in its warm cocoon.
Goddamn, I love this woman.
But I can’t drown her. Two more firm thrusts and I’ve got her back up against the wall, slipping and sliding on the soap. Megan drags her nails against my skin, whispering naughty things in my ear… like how much she loves me, how much she loves the feel of me, how she can’t wait for forever to start.
The orgasm hits me hard and fast, almost out of nowhere. Her sweet lips on my ear cheer me on as I bite down on her shoulder and f*ck her through the electric waves of pleasure bursting from within. I manage to squeeze one of her nipples and she almost instantly joins me, shuddering hard and louder than before.
Cleanup has never been easier.
We towel off slowly, her almost shy. Her cheeks are flushed, even in the pale candlelight, and her eyes are soft. She smiles at me, takes my hand, and leads me back to bed. We curl up under the sheets and into each other with an ease of familiarity that just feels good.
My fingers trail down her stomach and I splay my hand against it, trying to picture what it would have looked like when she was pregnant with Cora.
“What are you doing?” She asks.
“Imagining.” I rub her stomach in small circles. “Trying to imagine what you looked like, all swollen with our baby.”
She laughs. “Horrible, that’s what. Oh, it was awful and I was so huge.”
“I bet you were beautiful.” I kiss her softly and she pulls me in for a deeper kiss. “I want to fill you up with more babies. A million babies.”
“A million? That’s a lot.”
“Okay, four. I want to fill our house with laughter, all the way up to the attic. I want tiny little Bonilla’s everywhere, laughing and making messes and snuggling up to watch movies. I want to take them to Venezuela and teach them to ride horses.”
“I think you’re in a big surprise for how much work one is.”
“Nah.” I squeeze her thigh gently and go back to rubbing her down. “Not when we’re together. Together, we can do anything. I want to take care of you while you’re pregnant, rub your feet and get you ice cream in the middle of the night.”
“It was jalapenos.” She teases.
“I knew you were my kind of woman.” I tease back. “I want to be there the day our babies are born and watch them take their first steps and say their first words. I want to teach them how to play catch and take them to their first baseball games. I want to be there for all of it, to make up for everything I missed with Cora.”
She lays her hand against my cheek. “I’m so sorry you missed out on so much, but you’ll be here for so much more.”
“We’re together now, as a family, and that’s all that matters. And there will be plenty of time for more.”
Megan smiles faintly, drifting off to sleep. I stroke her hair and watch her as she lies before me, vulnerable and submissive and strong and fierce and independent and wholly mine. Before she’s fully asleep, she steals on more look at me.
“I love you, Jamie. Thank you for finding me.”
I kiss her softly and whisper against her lips, “Thank you for letting me find you.”
She slips off to sleep, but I’m too excited to follow. I want this night to stretch on forever, just us, naked and entwined in sheets, no one else around. But then I need Cora, too. Maybe every new day will bring about new forevers that last. I’m sure there will be fights and arguments and the day when Cora’s endless chatter becomes more than just adorable, like Kate said. We’ll get comfortable together. But that’s how families work—no matter the arguments or the frustrations or the annoyances, there is always so much love and passion and the drive to make Happily Ever After last. I saw it with my abuelitos, and with my parents, and I see it in my new family.
Tomorrow, reality sets back in with work and life. Our loved ones go home, I spend 10 hours back on the field, and these tender moments aren’t going to belong to us this long. But for now, this moment belongs to me and I don’t want to miss a thing.
Epilogue
One Year Later
“Do you think they’ll like me?” Cora’s eyes are huge in the sunlight as she shifts her backpack on her shoulders and looks around. “What if they don’t like me?”