Denise awoke on top of Mike without having nightmares for the first time in uncountable nights. She enjoys falling asleep while cuddling him. It gave her a sense of security.
They were still shirtless from their late-night wild adventures, and she wanted him to feel the satisfaction he gives her.
She kissed down his neck while lifting her thighs just above his length. She could feel him moving beneath her and sliding down him, causing both of them to moan.
Denise started rocking her hips against his while he slept. He drew her in closer and kissed her lips with his.
Denise then used her two fingers to trace his muscles as his grip on her tightened. She could feel them flex beneath her constant contact, and she enjoyed the effect she had on him.
"F*ck, Denise," he groaned as he accelerated.
He was gasping for breath lightly as he held her close, trying to bite her neck as she felt him grow bigger inside of her.
She started squeezing her walls around him, making him groan. He slid out of her, lifting her hips, and slid out of her, gently pressing her head down as his hand approximately captivated her hair.
Denise then nibbled his length and waited for the pre-cum to drip out. He kept a close eye on her as she took him in.
She twisted her tongue and gouged out her cheeks. He shivered beneath her as he rose his hips, trying to push himself even deeper down her throat, knowing how much he enjoyed having an orgasm in her throat.
She could feel him tensing up and knew he was about to cum. "Ahhh... f*ck, sh*t, ahhhh."
He reached a climax down her throat with that. Before placing his lips, she licked him clean.
"I'd like to be warmed up like that every day," he teased, trying to bite her bottom lip. As he switched them over, she blushed.
"Who said we were finished?"
Denise laughed at his silliness.
"Mike, you're being a f*cker right now," Denise yelled, slamming her fist into his chest.
"I'm a good f*cker all the time, sweetie, but only for you."
She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Then that's good," she said, smiling at him as Mike attempted to carry her.
She snorted. "Mike, put me down this time! I can walk alone and you'll still be there to make sure I'm alright."
But Mike did it unwillingly, wrapping his arms around her in a bear hug from behind.
"You're so big and strong," she remarked.
"You're fairly strong as well," he said as he tried to lift her completely and flung her over his shoulder.
"That's why I can do this and you can't," he said, headbutting her ass, causing her to smack his back, which did not affect him.
"Can you tell me where you're taking me?" she inquired.
He didn't respond, but he did bite her behind, causing her to screech.
"'S-Stop that," Denise scolded, her face red with rage.
"Be patient, sweetie; you'll figure it out soon enough."
He came to a halt and shifted her position so that she straddled him. Denise took advantage of the opportunity to tease him, biting and licking wherever she could, and considering the poke in her stomach, she was doing a wonderful job.
"I don't like waiting, Mike," she complained, only for him to cover her eyes with one of his hands.
He led her into the center of the room and slid his hand off gradually. Denise was stunned into silence, to put it lightly.
It was a child's nursery. The room was light blue, with clouds decorated on the walls.
A small mobile hung above the two cribs, and there was a swaying chair in the corner of the room.
There were small drawers filled with fair and balanced baby clothes.
She returned her gaze to Mike. As she rushed over to him, he gave her a small smile.
She extended her body as far as she could.
she was able to and held in place her arms around his collarbone
He squeezed her even more tightly. "You're going to be a wonderful father," she murmured against his skin.
"And you're going to be the best mother," Mike said, kissing her on the cheek.
Denise then noticed him tense; she had always suspected he was afraid of raising a child, though he had never told her.
He liked the idea of having children, but Denise felt that he was hesitant to have his own. "Thank you very much, sweetie."
She raised an eyebrow and looked him in the eyes. "For what?" she inquired.
"I couldn't be more grateful to you for loving me, teaching me how to love, and providing me with my very own family."
"I'm grateful to you as well," she added as she smiled at him and kissed his cheek.
"I love you, Denise, and I know some days I can be aggressive, but I can't help myself when I'm around with you; you bring out some of the worst and best in me," he said.
"I don't care about your worst side anymore; every part of you is magnificent to me. You are my husband now and I love who you are," she said candidly.
He leaned in and softly kissed her. His hands moved down her body, eventually stopping at her stomach. It was barely visible, but she knew it would visible in a few weeks.
"I love you, Denise, with all my heart," he said softly before falling to his knees.
"And I love you too my babies," he cooed, kissing gently her tummy. "I can't wait for you to get a pregnant belly," he said with a smile.
"I'll be grossly overweight," she said, pouting her lips.
"That's not a bad thing," He chuckled as he kissed my belly once more, "you'll be beautiful even if you get fat."
"Are you speaking to me or the twin right now?" Denise asked, rolling her eyes.
"Both," he laughed as he looked up at her with care and affection and smiled once more.