Wrapping Up (Mitchell Family #4.5)(17)
Author: Jennifer Foor

Since the boys were born, my long showers had turned into a whopping seven minute max. In enough time to wash all the important parts, I heard the bathroom door open. I turned to see my wife stripping out of her pajamas to climb in the shower, but I could tell from the look on her face that she didn’t want sex, but I wasn’t about to go without trying.

She closed her eyes and leaned her head under the streaming water. I slid my hands around her waist and let my fingers slide along the lower part of her back. Just that little touch was enough to get my dick hard. Her soft br**sts tickled my chest as I pulled her against me.

I grabbed the shampoo and started washing her hair, knowing if I just tried to hit it, she would hit me and get out. As I massaged the designer shampoo into her hair, she leaned into my hands. I used my fingers to massage her scalp and I could tell she was enjoying it.

With my hands still in her hair, I leaned down and kissed my wife. Her mouth tasted like toothpaste and I couldn’t wait to taste her sweet tongue. I pulled away to make sure she wanted to move forward. Miranda knew me better than anyone, which meant she knew just one slip of the tongue would send me over the edge and in need of some of her sexiness.

She leaned up and took her tongue out to lick my bottom lip. Since she’d given me the go-ahead, I opened the shower door and backed her out of it. As the tile floor became soaked due to our dripping bodies, I leaned Miranda against the vanity and finally lifted her to sit on it. She leaned back against the mirror and let me take one of her supple br**sts into my mouth. I drug her nipple with my teeth and massaged the opposite breast with my hand, using my thumb and forefinger to squeeze it hard.

Miranda took her legs and wrapped them around my waist, using them to pull me into her. I slipped a hand down and ran two fingers over her sex, finally stopping at her little clit. As I began rubbing her little nub, she laid her head back against the mirror again. “Oh, Ty, please don’t stop, Babe.”

“Are you close?”

She let out a whimper. “Yes…..”

I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks as I looked down at her perfect pu**y. My finger was becoming soaked with her juices and it just wasn’t enough to be touching it. I crouched down and sunk my face between my wife’s legs. She moaned again when my tongue entered her then continually worked up to her swollen clit. I moved my head up and down, putting pressure on that sweet spot and then I began vigorously flicking it with my tongue. Miranda’s strong legs tightened around the back of my head as I felt her trembling body against my mouth.

Miranda didn’t have time to recuperate before I stood up and drilled myself deep inside of her wet pu**y. Her hand dug into my hair, pulling my head close to hers, so that she could put those pretty lips against mine with a tongue filled kiss. I kept pumping my c**k in and out and Miranda used her legs to help keep up my pace. I reached my hands around to grab her ass and pull myself inside of her further. The slapping sounds from us still being wet turned me on, and the faster I moved, the more it sent tingles through my body. With me holding her ass, Miranda laid back on the vanity, letting her titties bounce around in front of my face. She took one of her hands and played with her own nipple, making it hard. She took two fingers and drug them against her tongue, getting them wet with her spit, and rubbed it around her hard nipple. I felt myself on the verge and had no control over making it last longer. Before I could think about restraining, I was filling my wife with my heated release.

Miranda’s soft lips pressed against mine and stayed there. As I pulled away, I had a smile on my face. “We should do this every day.”

I started drying off as she climbed back in the shower to clean off. “You know it isn’t that easy.”

I pulled on a clean pair of boxers that I had grabbed as I walked into the bathroom. “I’m the boss. I think that I could start working fifteen minutes later everyday if I had this as the reason.”

Miranda turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her body. “It isn’t your schedule. It’s the three children who seem to act like radar whenever you touch me.”

We both walked into our bedroom to dress and Izzy was jumping on the bed. “Daddy’s in his underwear.” She covered her mouth and giggled.

I picked her up over my shoulder and then plopped her back down on the bed. “Are you making fun of me?” I began tickling her.

“No!” she screamed and laughed at the same time. “Daddy, stop it!”

Miranda started pulling my arms away from Iz. “Okay, Daddy I think our daughter has had enough tickling. She needs to go get dressed in something warm to go to Mimi’s house.”

My mother had agreed to watch the kids while Miranda and I last minute shopped. I knew Miranda would have rather I stayed home. She hated to shop with me, probably because I loved to be obnoxious. At any rate, since I promised Iz that we were going to go out and cut down a real tree this year, I knew we needed to get most of the shopping done early in the day. “You better get moving. We have a tree to get later.”

When Iz heard the word tree she jumped down from the bed and ran out of our room. Miranda pulled on a pair of jeans and shook her head. “Maybe you should bribe her with a tree every day. She never gets dressed that fast.”

The baby monitor started screaming at us as I pulled my sweatshirt over my head. “Keep getting ready, I’ll get them in the kitchen and start feeding them.”

She smacked my ass when I walked past her. “Thanks, Babe.”

Sure enough, two screaming, extremely handsome boys were waiting for me in their cribs. Since they were old enough to reach for me, it was easier to grab them out. For the past couple of weeks they had been learning how to sit up without falling back and hitting their heads. Once I changed their diapers, I got them seated in their high chairs in the kitchen. They immediately started to cry while I worked fast to get their food ready. The damn bottle warmer worked so slow. I handed Jax his bottle first while I began spooning bananas into Jake’s open mouth. When Jake’s bottle finally dinged, I grabbed it out of the warmer and handed it to him. I loved how they had learned to hold it with their own little hands.

My two brown eyed boys took their time drinking their formula, while I sat there with a spoon full of bananas waiting for the first one to offer his open mouth. Little Jax saw the spoon and tossed his bottle to the floor. As I brought the spoon to his mouth, he leaned in to it. “ You’re such a little piggy!”