James
JAMES
Three months later.
I woke up with a start. Stretched, then reached out. But instead of the woman of my dreams, I came up against the coolness of the sheets next to me and immediately jumped out of bed.
It was Sunday, and usually, we started our weekends with early morning make-out sessions that made my day. Or, with the girls coming in to snuggle with us for a lazy start of the day.
I hated waking up alone. I counted my blessings that those days were behind me.
I donned a T-shirt and exited the room, amazed by how effortless Erin’s transition into our family had been. She was just a part of us.
The part that had been missing.
The part that completed us.
I looked into the girls’ room, but their beds were empty, as well. What were my girls up to this morning?
On my way downstairs, I heard the music before I reached the end of the stairs.
But nothing could’ve prepared me for the sight that awaited me. My three girls were still in their PJs—Erin’s consisting of one of my T-shirts—dancing to the music and giggling.
My chest expanded, and my body filled with a warm, tingling sensation.
This was it. My life. Everything I’d ever dreamed of and secretly had hoped for the girls.
Erin was it.
She completed me.
She completed our family.
“Morning,” I said, then stepped up to them and gave first each of the girls a kiss, then I kissed the love of my life.
Her smile right before our lips met was everything.
Her arms came around my neck, and I did a couple of dance moves that had my thigh wedged between her legs and us rubbing against each other.
I got hard immediately and suppressed a groan. “Girls. Why don’t you go to the living room and watch a cartoon until breakfast is ready?”
We usually limited their TV time. So the prospect of watching TV in the morning had them both scurrying off with triumphant cries of glee, completely ignoring what was going on between Erin and me.
“TV in the morning?” Erin leaned back and looked at me with both her eyebrows raised.
I let her feel my desire. Showed her my need to have her and pressed my growing cock against her core.
She sucked in air. “Now? Here?”
“Now. Here.”
I led her through the kitchen into the pantry, closed the sliding door but left it slightly ajar, and pressed her against a shelf. “I love you.”
She chuckled. “I love you, too.”
Then I brushed her panties aside, and when my finger met her searing-hot wetness, my cock jumped.
“You’re ready for me.”
She nodded.
I didn’t even remove her panties, just lifted her up, swept them to the side, and impaled her with one smooth stroke.
I absorbed her groan with my lips pressed against hers. “Shhh.”
She giggled. Looked me deep in the eyes while we made sweet sweet love until we came together.
We both knew I didn’t use a condom. Had decided together to try for another one, so they were close to the age of the twins.
To extend our family.
To extend our love.
To make our family even more complete.