Chapter 321 - Rainy Afternoon - mdfour
Veronica
It was a whisper, a commanding voice that wreaked havoc on my body.
"Just focus on my caresses."
His hands started massaging me from my buttocks to my neck, my skin tingling under his touch, ending with his hands in my hair, stimulating my entire body. He generated different sensations without touching the place that was so wet, desirous, and yearning.
Occasionally, he brushed his penis against my rear, other times he ran his tongue from the start of the division of my buttocks to the back of my ear, making me moan, I started to move.
"That's it, Vida."
He was the blessed king of sex, because without touching me, without him doing it, my arousal was making me squeeze my legs in search of some friction to reach my release.
"Honey, please."
He didn't pay any attention to me, he was focused on repeating the caresses that were driving me to the limit, he was succeeding. Suddenly, Roland caressed my vagina and anus with his tongue, repeating the action until he attacked them demandingly, and within seconds I emitted sounds that helped release tension.
My whole body was convulsing as he continued caressing with his tongue. I turned around, and with the movement, he lost balance and ended up sitting on the floor, I sat on his member.
"Did I just awaken the goddess?"
I covered his mouth and started moving, seeking the most friction between us, his hands clung tightly to my waist to apply pressure and go deeper.
"Veronicaaaa, keep moving like that."
His finger sought the union between my legs and began to caress my center, I love sex with my husband, I love that we don't hold back, we enjoy each other, and with circular and thrusting movements, I achieved my release.
I bit his shoulder to counter the scream that emerged from my throat, the walls of my belly tightened around his member, and he was the one who gave the final thrusts, hearing his characteristic gasps of culmination filled me with personal satisfaction.
"I need another one."
I slapped him, he was still inside me, we kissed again, his teeth subtly bit my lips.
"You bit me, you pervert!" I burst out laughing. "I'm going to call you the biter, you're making it a habit."
"It feels good to do it, we need to get out of the bathroom, love."
"I need another one, and it's been days since I've been inside your little butt."
"The kids are sleeping in our room, and it takes time to do it that way."
"In the butt, Veronica, don't sugarcoat it."
Will I ever get used to his dirty mouth? I got up and stepped under the shower.
"Tonight."
"Tonight I can't, I already have Any's response." I looked at him.
"For what you told me?"
He nodded. I was showering again, he took the shampoo and started washing my hair, he likes doing it.
"Yes, today I'm going to talk to the kids and let them decide."
I was rinsing my hair, the insatiable one started washing my rear, I knew his intentions.
"Roland..."
"Don't even think about calling them."
No sooner had he said it than we heard knocks on the door, his expression was priceless.
"Daddy, mommy, I have to pee!" said Enrique.
"And I have to poop!" shouted Liam.
Without stopping laughing, I finished rinsing off. I grabbed my bathrobe, and Roland continued showering and pointed out that he had a full erection. I winked at him and closed the door. Our bathroom was like an apartment; the spacious shower was private, the toilet was also private, and the sinks were on one side of the elegant counter. Our bathroom was a beauty. The wet and hygiene areas could be isolated from the impressive closet. I opened the door, and Enrique ran in to pee. The boy finished, and Liam ran in to poop.
"Mommy, you'll clean me, right?"
I nodded. He adjusted his glasses and locked himself in the toilet area. Roland came out of the shower with a towel around his waist. All my children speak very well, though sometimes they come up with some strange words. They were on summer vacation, and in August, they would start school for the first time. Their father couldn't wait for that to happen; according to him, the mornings would be just for us without interruptions.
"How cute they are!"
Enrique fist-bumped his dad and left the bathroom. I grabbed my underwear and some comfortable clothes to wear around the house.
"Mommy, now!" my husband gave me a playful slap on the butt, and I went to help one of my babies.
Back in the bedroom, Roland was sitting in the corner of the bed. Enrique had lain down again, and since the afternoon was so pleasant, Liam snuggled up next to his father.
"Do you want to eat, love?"
He nodded. I went to get his plate of food. When I returned, he was watching the torrential downpour from the window.
"Here you go, Honey."
Inés had made BBQ ribs, rice, and salad. I placed his pitcher of juice and sat beside him to keep him company while he ate.
"Do you think they'll accept, Love?"
"If there's one thing I'm sure of, Roland, it's the loyalty they all have to you. Besides, what you want to do is wonderful."
"Veronica, you're forbidden to go to the barracks."
"I know! You've been telling me that all year."
"I don't want you to see something I don't want you to see."
"I've learned my lesson," I said. Since the incident with Arnold's fictitious marriage, I've been very well-behaved.
"With you, pretty lady, one never knows. You always surprise me." I stuck out my tongue at him.
"I'm not going unless my children need it."
He started eating. He was almost done when three thunderclaps and subsequent lightning struck abruptly. Victoria screamed and ran towards me.
"Mommy… Daddy!"
There went the maternal protection. She saw her dad and threw herself into his arms. Victoria idolizes her father, and he spoils her with everything she asks for. But this time, my princess was trembling.
"It's okay, princess," he began to soothe her.
"I don't know why she's so scared," I commented.
Roland began to walk her around the room. Victoria has the same hair color and my eyes, while the boys have their father's eyes. However, she was my mini-me. I took the plates to the kitchen and prepared a glass of warm milk with sugar for the little girl.
When I returned, she was wide-eyed, waiting for her milk. She drank it and then rested her head on her father's shoulder again. While he comforted her, I got under the covers. The day was very cold.
I extended my arm to hug two of my children. My husband lay down on the other side and hugged the other two, holding my hand. We created a protective circle. They must have felt it because none of them jumped when the thunder clapped. My husband looked at me, winked, and then said, "I love you." And that's how we fell asleep.