Chapter 13
ECHO
“How the hell did we fit that much stuff in that tiny apartment?” Stacy huffed as she dropped another box on their new kitchen counter.
Echo placed his box on the island and hooked his hand in her belt loop. He chuckled as he pulled her closer, nipping her neck. “You've had six years to collect stuff. Just think of how full this house is going to be in twenty.”
“How is this all possible?” Stacy whispered in awe and shock. “I still feel like I'm dreaming.”
Echo smirked, smacked and grabbed her ass at the same time, crushing her front to his. “Dreaming now?”
Her lips parted on a breath, her eyes zeroing in on his mouth. “I don't know. Maybe you'll have to try harder,” she bantered, breathlessly, the corner of her mouth ticked up.
His hands instantly went to her waist as he lifted her to sit on the countertop. Her hands on his shoulders, he stepped between her open legs.
“I feel the need to have you on every surface of our new house,” he growled lowly, bumping his nose against hers. She giggled and played with the hair at the back of his neck.
“Every surface? What's your timeframe? A month? Two years?”
“I want to counter your cockiness with a how about one day comment. But that would just be me fucking you continuously as I move around the house.”
Her laughter was music to his ears. “I don't think we have time right now, not before the kids get home.”
“I'll just have to put them to bed earlier then,” he teased as he pulled her groin to meet his. Echo's lips found hers and he kissed her as he held her tight.
“Think we can make it quick?” Stacy broke away quickly, panting heavily.
Echo didn't check his phone for the time. Then gripped his wife to his frame as her arms and legs twisted around his body and carried her through the house to their bedroom.
Their house was only partially set up. Thanks to the club for helping. Everything had been cleaned: walls, floors, windows. And what walls needed painted, they had a paint party for.
Harry and Helen had gotten to pick their rooms, right next to each other. And an accent color for their room.
Brand new furniture had been purchased, assembled and set up. Which meant Echo had his pick of surfaces in their bedroom: wall, bed, dresser, even the bathroom counter.
Stacy had fallen in love with a short vanity style dresser, and Echo added it to their ensemble without a thought. Even if she argued.
And his brain thought it would be the perfect place to take her for the first time in their new house.
Placing her on the vanity top, he unbuttoned her jeans, shifted her around to divest her of them, then released his hard aching cock. The entire time she drove him mad with her lips to his neck, jaw, any flesh she could reach.
Using his hands to grip and guide her, he stoke inside her slick heat in one smooth motion.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned, leaning her head back as he licked the column of her throat. “Oh, oh,” her words started evenly if a bit ragged, and the faster he jackhammered his hips, thrusting into her warm, delectable body the more stuttered she became.
A quickie it was as he heard a vehicle pull into the drive. Pulling her body as close to his, he angled his hips which sent her into overdrive. Her walls clamped and pulsed around his cock as he unloaded deep inside her.
Echo bit her shoulder to keep from shouting out, considering their bedroom was next to the front door.
Stacy's harsh breath rasped in his ear. “Just... what I needed.”
“You need to always wear dresses,” he panted out. Jerking his hips against her once more, he pulled out. Before she could move though, he ran his fingers through her folds, catching their combined cream and smeared it all along her thighs and up to her navel, even to her sides with imprints of his hands.
“Why?” She giggled, her arms lightly fighting him.
“I have to mark what's mine,” he declared as he inserted his fingers into her pussy twice, feeling her inner walls flutter and squeeze his fingers while making her moan and her hips buck.
“The kids are here,” Stacy sighed, her body relaxed. “I need more,” she whined.
“I know,” he smirked. “I'll fix you later. You look beautiful. All fucked up and mused,” he moaned as he traced her lips with his slick finger. Echo stole a kiss before releasing her.
She lightly slapped his chest as she hopped off the vanity and wobbled to the bathroom. His chest filled with pride at the sight of his debauched wife. He adjusted himself and headed out to meet his kids. Maybe one day they'd add more.
STACY
Splashing her face with cool water, Stacy tried to cool her ardor. Travis had shown her a quickie was possible, yet he left her body craving more.
Stacy ran her fingers through her hair, to at least catch some bigger knots. Thankfully he had his hands mainly on her hips.
Their love making sessions had been tame in the last month or so, having super thin walls in her tiny apartment. Maybe they could explore and experiment more now that they lived in an actual house.
Travis made certain to whisk her away once a week to his room at the lodge and had his way with her. He had commented once that he had lost time to make up for. And boy was he adding to the tally.
“Mommy!” Stacy heard and knelt down for twin hugs as she entered the kitchen.
“Kids!” She chimed back, arms opened wide, body braced for contact. “Oo, I missed you two.” Stacy squeezed and inhaled, never wanting to let go.
“We weren't gone that long,” Helen sassed with a smirk much like her father's. Oh, dear, if she was starting now, Lord help them when she was older.
“Did you see? Did you see, Mommy?” Harry jumped as he spoke. “We brought pizza fixings. That way you don't have to cook after unpacking.”
“Aw, that's very nice and thoughtful, Harry. Are you two ready to sleep in your new beds?” Stacy stood and helped move boxes from the kitchen table to place what groceries the kids had brought home with them.
They worked as a team, putting away groceries and kitchen supplies from boxes. After cleaning the counters, they gathered around the island and prepared the pizzas.
“I want pineapple,” Harry declared as he tried to open the tiny can.
“Ew,” Helen scrunched up her nose. “I don't think I want pineapple.”
“What about carrots?” Travis asked as he held up the bag of baby carrots. “Who's idea was it for carrots?”
The twins giggled and laughed. “Those aren't for the pizza.”
“They are just to eat.”
“Oh, good. You had me worried,” he winked at them as they continued to place pepperoni around the premade crusts.
Making memories seemed to be a pastime or hobby for Travis. He was always hands on with the kids, and her. It made her heart swell with love for him. His off-the-wall comment of making up for lost time rang true.
Once the pizzas were in the oven, they turned on some music and continued to unpack the rest of the way. Dancing around, singing, and enjoying their time together. Stacy couldn't have asked for more.