After the Pillow Fight (L)

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(L) – This story contains brief strong language. 

I all but dragged myself into the bedroom and waved tiredly at Andrew. It took far too long to get the kid to go to sleep tonight. I glanced at the clock. 10:56. Fabulous. So much for jumping his bones tonight. I made a mental task to see how tomorrow goes and climbed into my side of the bed.

My eyes were so heavy, but I didn’t want go to sleep just yet. Clearly noticing my weariness, Andrew turned off the TV, gave me a gentle hug and a few sweet kisses. I saw his own tiredness in the droop of his eyes and slower movements as he stretched out on his stomach, facing the foot of the bed. Though clearly he wasn’t ready to sleep either, as he pulled out his phone to scroll silently while he let me decompress in the quiet. One foot and suntanned calf rested against my leg, letting me choose when and how to close the gap between us.

I settled back against the headboard and let lassitude pull the day’s tension from my shoulders. I sorted through my thoughts, mentally cataloging the day and resolving my feelings.

I don’t know when it happened, but at some point Andrew ditched his lounging shorts, presenting his beautiful ass to my view. And what a view! I just stared for a few moments, contemplating this gorgeous creature before me.

He moves like water and has the body control of someone who knows exactly how much strength and dexterity his body contains. He knows me and loves me and our son wholly, unconditionally. He works hard at a job he hates in order to provide for us. This man who carries so much but still speaks with kindness, touches with tenderness, considers with empathy, and believes deeply . . . he is somehow mine. And I am his.

Thank God.

Thank God for him.

Thank God for this life.

I started to pull myself up from my mental ocean and into the present moment. My hand glides gently over the globes of Andrew’s buttocks, feeling the flex of toned muscles and flesh, pinching here, squeezing there, then a small smack followed by a soothing stroke. I breathe in the scent of his shampoo. I hear the deepening of his breathing. My index finger drifts to the cleft between his glutes, going up, then down, then up again. He obligingly parts his legs. My finger drifts down, caressing his balls from behind. The cycle repeats as I contemplate undressing and straddling him from behind.

My contemplation ends with him abruptly diving under the covers, blowing me a kiss, and turning over after saying a quick goodnight. I blink. Then blink again. Before I realize what I’m doing, I’ve whacked him on the shoulder with a pillow.

It’s a lightweight, little half-cylinder thing that supports my head when I’m sitting up, and . . . it’s irrelevant! He’s fine! But the indignant look Andrew shoots at me from over his shoulder says he is most certainly not fine.

I feel my lips twist and whack him again. His eyes narrow at my audacity, but his adorable grin shows me his teeth. I press the assault.

“What, woman?” His hands are up, head ducking and dodging my attacks. “Why are you hitting me?!”

“I. Wanted. To. Jump. Your. Bones!” I thump him with every word. “Goodnight.” I mimic with an overly deep voice.

“I got cold!” His chuckles warm me from the inside. “Although the butt massage felt nice!”

I continue raining down pillow blows. “Obviously not nice enough!”

He throws a pillow at me. I dodge to the side and roll off the bed. We’re both giggling and shrieking. Pillows are flying. Thuds, squeals, and shuffling are surely being heard from the floor below and through the walls.

The skirmish ends in a stalemate. I feel flushed and breathless. I hope the look I’m giving him matches the adoring stare he’s giving me. We pick up pillows and climb back into bed. Andrew pulls me into an embrace where we exchange featherlight kisses with soft giggles still clinging to each exhale.

Eventually, pokes and pinches are exchanged and it devolves into an all out tickle fight that I lose. Of course. Somewhere in the midst of my shrieks, squeaks, and wiggles, he pulls me up onto his chest where I bask in the intimacy and love I feel between us. Our kisses deepen, lengthen. Tongues slip from one mouth to the other, dancing playfully and withdrawing, just to come back again in that age-old dance of push and pull, like an ocean’s tide.

We pull off my clothes and I straddle him. His hand reaches between us to notch himself up against my entrance. He abandons my lips in favor of suckling my nipples, attention they seem all too eager to enjoy as I sink slowly onto his hard length. I’m slick enough I don’t need help, and soon he’s fully seated inside me. He releases my nipple with a pop, and we both sigh.

I gaze down at Andrew for a moment, drinking in the flush that travels from his face to his chest. I can feel his quickened heartbeat beneath my palms, the strong grip of broad, callused hands on my hips.

Andrew’s sharp, hazel gaze captures mine as I sit back. I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. I start to move up and down on him. He breaks first, eyes rolling up in pleasure as I strike up just the right rhythm. Our gasps and moans make a symphony as my first big orgasm steals all strength and coordination. Andrew’s tongue fucks my mouth through the shivers, his hips mimicking that tongue until I take up the rhythm again.

As I start rolling my hips again, his mouth leaves mine to take a meandering path up my jaw to suck at that perfect spot, then nibble my earlobe. A playful growl has goosebumps erupting along my flesh. Finally, he slips back down to my breasts. Andrew’s mouth wraps around one of my dusky nipples as I ride his cock, and it’s an intoxicating sight. I lose myself to another orgasm. As I do, he abandons my breasts to once again sync up his tongue and cock relentlessly until I’m through it.

Panting, I take a moment to just be still, then pull back enough to see his eyes hazed with lust. I see the tremors in his muscles indicating how hard he’s riding the edge of his orgasm. His broad hands grip just a shade too tight to keep my hips still for a moment.

“How do you want to finish in me?” My voice is an octave lower and roughened with my own lust.

“In your mouth,” he breathes. I involuntary clench around him, wringing a gasp from us both. He flexes inside me in response.

Andrew’s hands lift me off of him. I alight next to the bed. My eyes are ensnared by him, jutting up, tall and proud. It’s a darker shade than the rest of his sun-kissed skin, slick and shiny from my fluids. My mouth waters. He’s hard. Really hard. Painfully hard. The thought has me so wet so quickly that some slips down the inside of my thigh. Two amazing orgasms and my thighs are still clenching and rubbing together at the mere sight of his physical response to me. Me. It’s heady.

He’s suddenly slipping from the bed, invading my space, herding me a few steps away, then he turns around, pressing his back to my chest. I embrace him from behind, kissing along what part of his spine I can get to. I reach around, fisting his cock with one hand while lavishing his balls with the other. Andrew goes boneless with a moan. It’s all I can do to keep us both upright, but I manage, pumping him until his noises indicate that he’s ready.

When he gently pushes my hands away and turns, I’m ready to drop to my knees and take him into my mouth. I’m wholly surprised when Andrew instead lifts me into his arms. Startled, I throw my arms around his neck, and wrap my legs around his waist. He’s right there, exactly where I want him most. He moans at my slickness, pushing in just enough to force a whimper from me. Those hazel eyes hold promises as he walks us the few steps back to the bed. Our mouths are mere inches away, sharing every gasp and moan, every tremor that accompanies his steps.

Andrew lays me down almost reverently upon the bed, then slides into me completely before his control finally snaps. He makes an almost strangled sound before he’s pounding into me so fiercely that I know I’m probably going to be sore later. The sounds our bodies make is obscene. I grasp his buttocks in both hands, meeting him thrust for thrust, keening and almost sobbing from the building pleasure. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes! YES! I fly apart just as he crests his orgasm. He’s so deep. Sooo deep. His jaw slackens, eyes rolling up with pleasure as he bows his back, filling me so much that I feel his cum leaking out with every aftershock that ripples through me.

“Definitely nice enough,” he pants against my neck.

Laughter overtakes me. Deep, and rich, and full of love for this amazing, wonderful man.