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“You like that, babe? You want it harder?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” I say, my words barely discernible between my pants. Tommy's pace picks up, growing frenzied. His cock sliding in and out of me at a frantic speed. Like he's racing me to a finish. It's how he attacks everything; surfing, working, loving me. Passion is woven through his life and I'm the lucky gal that gets to have it all.
His balls slap against me and I arch my back, meeting his pumps with every flick of my hips. I know he is close and angle my pelvis. I want more. Always. It's never enough with him. The pleasure is building in my stomach, starting to spread out to my limbs, numbing my mind to anything else.
His hand snakes down my abdomen before his thumb brushes my clit. He won't let go until he knows I'm there too. His agile hand makes quick small circles in the most satisfying way.
“I’m ready babe. Get there,” he says. His words are like tinder to a flame. Knowing he's close, it's all that I need. My body explodes into a stomach flipping orgasm. I'm crying out his name with every shaky thrust. "Tommy…Tommy….yes!" Every word raises my ecstasy.
“Oh fuck yeah, babe. You feel so fucking good.” His tip bursts inside me, filling me with a white hot warmth that I now consider sacred. It gave me the twins, a small miracle as far as I am concerned. Tommy lets his body weight fall onto me but I feel how his cock is still twitching inside against my walls and smile as he stills.
As soon as I've caught my breath, I look down. “Tommy…” I say, a hand going to my forehead in exasperation. My swimsuit is destroyed right at the crotch.
He laughs. “Relax, Tilly. We’re rich now, I can buy you a new one.”
“That’s not the point. You keep doing this,” I say. He rolls off and out of me. "It’s not my fault you look so damn sexy,” he says. He’s on his back, panting. I prop myself up. How is it that I'm always recovered more quickly than him? Seems like it's on purpose. We both know that it's time to give Henrietta a break.
“We should get the boys,” I say.
But he pulls me over and back down on the bed. "Til, Ma lives for those boys. Twenty more minutes won't do her in. Let’s rinse off first." He presses a kiss to my temple and I know he's already won. But if I don't at least give him a hard time, he's going to know how difficult it is for me to refuse his every request.
"Doesn't mean we should take advantage. Come on, Drew had a runny nose—" He cuts me off with a passionate kiss. Though we just had each other, a moan escapes. I swear he kisses me to shut me up as often as he doesn't. When he finally pulls away, I'm a mess of goo. But he’s already getting to his feet. With a wink, he runs to the bathroom.
God damn him. He's too fucking sexy. How can I resist a shower with that hunk of sweet man meat? I can't, that's how.
Trying not to laugh, I follow him into the bathroom. After a quick shower, with lots of kissing, we get dressed and knock on the joined door.
Henrietta opens it up after a few minutes, her lips pursed. “You two are not quiet.”
But two identical boys are already fumbling forward. I bend down, and Matty comes to me first. He learned to walk slightly before Drew, and it’s not hard to see why.
Drew is blind. We learned only days after he was born. His eyes are a pale blue, unlike Matty’s, which have Tommy’s warm brown irises. But both boys are happy as can be.
“This is why I bought you the noise-canceling headphones,” Tommy says, pecking his mom’s cheek.
“Well, text a warning next time,” she says. Henrietta takes a seat near the window, already pulling her crossword puzzle open. Tommy has Drew in his arms and sets him down near the playmat we brought along. His favorite is making music on the little piano portion.
As Tommy sits with our son and presses buttons, Drew laughs, chasing the sounds with wobbling footsteps. Matty whines in my arms. He hates to be left out of the fun, so I set him down. I watch him half-run, half-stumble over and join in the game.
Our little family is perfect. Not that we don’t fight or have our struggles. Since the night Tommy almost died, I hate to be apart from him. It has taken a lot of therapy, for both me and Tommy, to get to where our laughs aren’t hollow. Noises in the night still feel like some Ukrainian mob member breaking in, but I have learned to thrive against the fear. Greg is happily teaching me self-defense, though it lacks the kinkiness that Sam claims.
Grayson is still in jail for another three months. He admitted to everything, but his willingness to work with the DEA and police department ensured a very light sentence. His son George is living with his in-laws in Oregon, a fact that I know he hates. We have a plan in place for when he gets out to help him back to his feet. The way he saved us, we won't forget.
Every laugh is a gift that I try to immortalize. Every giggle is a reminder of what I almost lost. But I’m so happy sometimes my cheeks hurt from smiling. Yes, life is good. Sam was right. Our found family is the happiest I know. Tommy is with me, and our life is content.
The End
