#allmahfeels

>>Later<<

You’re not sure when you dozed off, but you must have because you were being roused gently from sleep by a warm hand caressing your cheek. You leaned into the touch before slowly opening your eyes, smiling up at your husband, Joel Miller.

He had changed from his work clothes into his favorite grey sweatpants and soft white t-shirt, stretched over his broad frame. You noticed that the tips of his hair were damp and beginning to curl, probably from a shower. The look was finished with his boyish grin, making him look far younger than he had the right to, especially with his salt and pepper locks.

Tapping your blanket covered shoulder he asked playfully, “This is quite the blanket burrito you’ve made, got any room for one more in there?”

“Of course,” you replied, opening up the comforter and allowing him to slide in next to you.

Once nestled inside, Joel repositioned you so you were laying mostly on top of his chest, your head tucked right under his chin. You felt him press his lips to your forehead in a reassuring kiss before he reached one of his big hands underneath your night shirt so he could rub your bare back.

“My baby had a rough day, huh? You’re so tense, lets take this off so I can make you feel better,” he said, tugging at your sleep shirt.

You nodded and he made quick work of removing it, leaving you in just your panties. Resuming your previous position, you snuggled right back into his chest.

You stayed like that for a long while, Joel’s large, warm hands caressing your back over and over. Sometimes he’d let one hand slide up to the back of your neck and using his thumb and forefinger he’d massage there, undoing the knots you had unknowingly created throughout the day. After he had managed to loosen a particularly tight knot, you couldn’t help the purr you released.

“There’s my kitten, how you feelin’ baby?” Joel asked.

You nudged your nose into neck, loving the scent of a freshly showered Joel, a mixture of sandalwood and amber from his body wash and that certain little something that was just him.

“Better,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

You felt Joel huff against your chest, “Just ‘better’? Well now that isn’t nearly good enough for my baby girl.”

You let out a small laugh while you rested a hand against his cheek, caressing his patchy beard. You tipped your head back a bit so you’d be able to meet his eyes, “I feel good, honest.”

Joel let out an exaggerated sigh, “Just ‘good’? That’s even worse!”

You giggled again and let your hand slide up the back of his neck, running your fingers through the soft tufts of hair you felt there, “You know what I mean, you always make me feel good, baby.”

He hummed and was about to say something else when he looked into your eyes and saw the sincerity there. He cupped your cheek before gently brushing his lips against yours in a delicate kiss.

“You know that’s all I ever want to do, don’t ya? Make you feel amazing,” he said quietly, kissing you again.

You nodded as he kissed you once more, this time more urgently. Slowly he changed your positions so your back was to the bed and he was on top of you, your arms wrapped around his neck as your kisses grew more and more passionate.

Breaking away, Joel pressed his forehead against yours, “I wanna make you forget about your awful day, darlin’. Will you let me?”

You nodded, slightly breathless, “Yeah, yes.”

With that he started kissing and sucking down your neck, no doubt leaving little marks that you’d have to cover up tomorrow but it didn’t bother you. You loved the little reminders of what Joel did to you. When he reached one of your breasts he gave it a gentle nuzzle with his beard and you moaned, loving the sensation against your sensitive skin. He smiled up at you before taking your nipple into his mouth, sucking on it in a way that sent heat directly to your core.

He did it again and again, switching breasts, slowly driving you insane. All the while you kept your hands in his hair, playing with his silky strands as he teased you. Just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, you felt one of his hands slip into your panties and cup your mound, making you gasp.

Nudging your thighs apart, you felt him part your folds, dipping his fingers to collect your wetness so he could circle your swollen clit. He lazily drew circles around it again and again, slowly building you up. At the same time his lips found one of your breasts and he began sucking your nipple in earnest.

You were lost in sensation, only able to focus on the exquisite pleasure Joel was bringing you as you felt your orgasm build and build. At least you thought you did. Suddenly, Joel released your nipple with a loud pop and pulled his hand away from your aching clit. Your eyes flew open, unsure what was happening, “Joel?”

“I wanna taste you, baby,” he said while sliding off your panties.

As good as you knew he’d make you feel, suddenly the thought of him not being right next to you was too much. You knew you weren’t being rational but after the day you had, what you really needed more than anything was his closeness.

“No, don’t go, stay with me,” you pleaded, your hands reaching out to him.

Joel sat up and searched your eyes, “Are you sure?”

You nodded, “Yes, just, do what you were doing before but come up here so I can be with you. I, I need it like this.”

At once Joel laid down next to you, turning his body on his side and slipping one arm behind your head. He pressed his forehead to yours before leaning in and kissing the tip of your nose, your cheeks and finally your lips. He kissed you like he had all the time in the world and slowly you felt yourself melt into him. You loved the contrast of his soft lips against his prickly mustache. When you felt his tongue lick against the seam of your lips, you granted him entrance, sucking it into your mouth.

When you finally parted, gasping for air he gave you a cheeky grin, “Now, is my girl ready to come?”

You smiled and shook your head yes, spreading your legs as you felt his hand travel down your body to find your pussy, his thick fingers already rubbing your drenched clit again.

The brief break made the sensations only feel stronger and you pressed your forehead against Joel’s again, beginning to pant.

“Ok, angel, just like this tonight?” he whispered hotly against your mouth.

“Yes, please, Joel, just like this,” you said in between moans.

You wrapped an arm around his neck, bringing him even closer and he crashed his mouth onto yours, swallowing your moans as he continued to wreck you with his fingers.

You felt your orgasm build, the tightness pooling in your belly. You felt two of his fingers dip inside of you, your slick making it easy for him to pump them in and out. Suddenly, he found that spot that made you see stars and you gasped, tearing your lips away from his as you screamed, your orgasm finally washing over you. Joel kept caressing you until you covered his hands with yours, stopping him before you became overstimulated.

Still not able to catch your breath, all you could do was smile at him as your ran a hand through his hair.

“You look so damn beautiful when you come, you know that?” Joel said, while he brought his fingers up to his lips and slowly licked them cleaned. “You’re delicious too,” he added huskily.

Feeling bashful from all his compliments, you attempted to duck when Joel gently lifted your chin so he could look into your eyes, “Now don’t be gettin’ all shy on me. I’ll rub this sweet little pussy all night long if that’s what it takes to make you feel better, you understand?”

"I do, I love you so much, Joel," you replied, smiling.

He returned your grin, “And I love you, baby girl. Now, how about you let me kiss you a little bit more before you give me another one? I think you’ve started to forget about your day, now I wanna see if I can get you to forget your name.”

Entering the living room, you smiled when you saw how cozy Frankie and Marcus were, both sitting on the couch with Marcus tucked into Frankie’s side, his head lodged into the crook of his shoulder. The three of you had spent the day at the beach, getting in lots of sun and waves. By the time you left, you were all exhausted and more than ready for some air conditioning.

As you went to sit in the armchair as to not disturb them, Frankie raised his eyebrows in question.

“There is more than enough room here, baby,” he said while patting his thigh.

You shook your head but moved to sit on his lap anyway, knowing there was no sense in arguing with him.

Snuggling into him with your back against his chest, he wrapped his other arm securely around your waist. You turned your head to the side so you could face him and gave his lips an affectionate kiss. When you broke away, you leaned in and kissed Marcus’ cheek. He opened his eyes and gave you a lazy smile, his hand moving to squeeze your thigh in hello.

“Did you have fun today, baby?” Frankie asked.

“I did, even though it was so hot.”

You took a few licks of your frozen treat, reveling in its sweet flavor, the perfect balm for a day spent in the sun.

“It was, wasn’t it? But at least the water was nice to swim in. I could have stayed in that ocean all day.”

Smiling you turned to face him again, “You definitely did! You even got a little sun on your nose, c’mere.”

You leaned in and with your free hand cupped Frankie’s cheek, turning his face towards yours so you could kiss his nose.

He grinned, “Feels nice, your lips are cold from your popsicle.”

When you broke away, you turned your attention to Marcus who you noticed was also a little sunburnt on the nose. After taking another lick of your popsicle, you leaned across Frankie’s chest so you could give Marcus’ nose the same treatment, this time moving to his lips when you were finished. Marcus sighed into the kiss, savoring the taste of your sweet lips. You would have loved for him to continue to explore your mouth when you felt the popsicle start to melt in your hand. You looked apologetic when you broke away, quickly licking your fingers.

Marcus groaned, “You taste delicious. I think that popsicle might be just a little too big for you to handle, need help finishing it, honey?”

You shook your head, “Oh don’t start! I asked if you wanted one before!”

Marcus tried to look innocent, shrugging his shoulders, “I’m just trying to help you out sweetheart.”

“Yeah, come on baby, it’s melting faster than you can eat it, I think it might be a three person job,” Frankie chimed in, running his hand up and down your back.

“No, not you too, Frankie!”

You took an admittedly, aggressive suck of your popsicle to prove that you did not in fact, need anyone’s help. The extreme cold caused you to shudder just a bit and both Marcus and Frankie chuckled.

Groaning, you attempted to remove yourself from Frankie’s lap but his hand wrapped right around your waist again. He smiled as you struggled, kissing your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulder, “It’s really cute that you think you can get away from us.”

“It’s not fair, I asked you both,” you replied, more whiney than you attended.

“Yes, but sharing is caring, isn’t it sweetness?” Marcus said, his voice all honey. He repositioned your bodies so that your legs were now across Frankie’s lap, with Marcus laying in between them, his head resting on your tummy.

“Don’t you love us?” he asked, giving you an exaggerated pout.

You sighed and looked at both of them, sunburnt noses and freckles scattered on cheeks and foreheads. Frankie’s curls were wild from all the saltwater and Marcus’ face had turned the most brilliant shade of gold.

The most handsome boys around, you thought to yourself, inwardly already admitting defeat, “I think you know the answer to that,” you said, holding your popsicle up to Marcus’ lips.

He took a long lick before pushing it in and out of his mouth. You and Frankie just stared, transfixed at what he was doing.

“That’s a little naughty,” Frankie whispered.

You nodded but before you could reply, Marcus had pulled the treat out of his mouth. Lifting up your shirt so your tummy was exposed, he placed a few cold mouth kisses there, making you giggle.

When he was finished, Marcus looked up at you and winked, giving you a cheeky little grin.

Shaking your head, you brought the popsicle up to Frankie so he could have a taste lest he feel left out from the sharing. Unlike Marcus, he did not put on a little show while he sucked on it, he did, however, give you a whole bunch of cold kisses to your neck.

“I share my treat and this is what I get!” you said through giggles.

Marcus and Frankie both chuckled and as Frankie made to finish the popsicle, Marcus pushed himself up so his face was level with yours.

“Hi,” you pouted up at him.

“You still mad at me?” Marcus asked, mischievous glint in his eye.

“Yes,” you grumped, even if it was only half true and you really just wanted to see what Marcus would do next.