Christian

I find myself lucky enough to be waking up to a beautiful naked woman, curled up in my arms in front of me, my angry morning wood cradled in the junction of her thighs and backside. Everything in me wants to flex my hips to find some friction in her softness, but I refrain, worried I'll upset her. Instead, I cup her soft breast with my hand and give it a little squeeze then begin to knead it in my hand, her nipple hardening in my palm.

I hear her sigh. She must be up and must be enjoying it because she doesn't ask me to stop. When I run my fingers over her breast and begin to reach for the other, she shimmies her hips back against me a little. I hiss in surprise.

"Is that what you want?" I whisper quietly, the house silent except for a television that I'm sure is Elliot's down the hall. He always needs noise to sleep.

"Please." She answers back, trying to scoot herself flush against me.

I pull her leg back and drape it over mine so she's open enough for me to guide myself into her. I barely get the head in before she's sighing out a moan. I know she has to be sore still from the last couple of days so I flex slowly in and out of her, only using the top half of my dick while I knead her breast.

"Christian..."

"Hmm?" I nibble on the skin behind her ear.

"That's not enough. You're not hitting it."

I grin. "Hitting what, baby?" I want her to say it.

"The ache."

"The ache?" I tease and she nods in response.

"Yes, baby, the ache. Only you can hit it. Please... I need all of you."

Gripping her hip, I pivot and push into her further, flexing a few times back and forth until my balls hit the back of her thighs.

"Oh, yessss. So much better." Her hips begin to move with mine and I reach down to play with her clit while I make love to her.

She runs her fingers over the back of my hand at the apex of her thighs and rests her hand over mine. "I love when you do this."

"You better." I nip at her neck, making her giggle.

"No, I mean when you're inside of me and you still find the need to touch me like this."

I hum. "You're mine. I like to touch you. I need to be where no one else is allowed."

"Yes. That's why I like it. I feel like I belong to you. It's so sexy, Christian. You touch me wherever you want, whenever you want and you don't ask. You don't ask for permission or ask if I like it cause you know you have it. You know I like it." She's panting and her hips are slamming into me. I know she's close.

She reaches up and grabs her own breast and I almost lose my load right there. She's never touched herself like this in front of me. I can't help but wonder if us admitting our true feelings to each other last night has her opening up to me. I wish I would have done it sooner. I want her completely comfortable with me.

"So fucking sexy, Ana. I can't wait to watch more of you. I want to watch you play between your legs like I'm not even here. I want to watch you make yourself come and I want to bury my head between your legs, cleaning up the mess you made for yourself." I thrust harder.

She whimpers. "Christ, Christian!"

"You can't play bashful with me, baby. Not when what I just said has you dripping down my thigh." My fingers between her legs get rougher and she throws her head back, shoving her pillow in her face to stifle her cries as she comes.

Sucking on her shoulder, I slam into her a few more times, riding the aftershock and convulsions of her cunt from her orgasm until I draw up and shoot inside her, biting down on her shoulder as I growl.

"So intense." She pants.

"Mmm, so good, too." I nuzzle into her.

I begin to slide out, but she pushes back against me. "Don't. Not yet. Just-I want the connection."

I wrap her tight in my arms and hold her against me. "I've got you. As long as you need."

I feel myself growing again inside of her as her walls massage and milk me. "Fuck, just being inside of you might get me off."

When she giggles, her muscles clamp down around me and I moan out. I feel her warm fingers on my sac and I startle. I didn't expect that.

"It's okay, Christian. Relax. Let me love you."

I do just what she says and close my eyes, letting her play with me while she grinds her hips into me. Blindly, I find her breast and begin to play with her nipple while she works me. Her walls begin to work me deeper as I pluck and pull on her nipple. That sexy ass is grinding into my groin while her soft warm hand kneads my sac and I'm a fucking goner.

"Babydoll, I'm going to come. Shit!" I barely get the warning out before I draw up.

She shoves herself into me and my fingernails bite into her hips while I flex as deep as I can, giving her every drop I can.

She hums. "I love the feeling of this." She runs her fingers over my sac that's finally relaxed. "I love how it draws up right before and gives me everything you have."

I grin. "I love your cum kink."

"It is not a kink!" She turns to me and I give her a look. "Okay... maybe it is." She chews her lip.

"Hey, no need to feel uncomfortable. I said I love it. And I love your honesty. This morning you've been more honest with me than through all the other intimate times we've had. I don't want you to stop. I want you to feel free with your body and tell me what you like... what turns you on."

"The same goes for you. I want to know, too."

I grin. "I don't think I've ever had a problem with telling you."

She giggles. "Yes, I suppose you're right."

Reaching down, my hand comes in contact with the mess between her legs and I rub my cum into her cunt, over her lips, and around her clit.

"And what I want right now is to see."

"See what?" She looks surprised, but I move and pull the blanket down, settling between her parted legs.

"I want to see this." I run my hands up and down her legs. "I want to see me all over you. I want to watch me dripping out of you."

"Oh gosh. I think you might have a kink now, too."

I smile up at her. "Absofuckinglutely." I eye her center again and love that she stays relaxed while she watches me. I can be up close and personal with anything on her body and she trusts me.

"Let me have a picture."

She startles. "Of..of.. what?"

"Of this. Just this. For me only. I promise it won't have your face or anything in it in case someone finds it. I'll password protect it, Ana, but I want this reminder of us."

"Oh gosh. Okay." She covers her face with her hands. "I can't believe I'm saying yes."

Leaning up and covering her body with mine, I kiss her deeply. "Thank you for trusting me, Ana. I love you."

She sighs deeply. "I love you, Christian. Of course I trust you."

I peck her lips once more and grab my phone before heading back down her body. I angle the camera so it gets her perfect center covered in cream and her thighs that are covered in my love bites.

Reaching up, I run my thumb over her clit and I hear her suck in a breath. I want to see more of me leaking out of her.

"Can I make you come one more time, baby? Are you too sore?"

She shakes her head. "No, not too sore. Please. Use your fingers."

Knowing what she likes, I switch from my thumb to my index and middle fingers, fluttering them with her clit between them.

"Yes, just like that." She grips the sheets with her fingers and her toes curl.

She gets there quickly and when she clenches, more of me drips out of her and I find myself taking another photo.

"So fucking good, baby." I run my fingers up and down her slit.

"I'll say." She's grinning at me with hazy eyes and I climb back up the bed beside her.

I show her the pictures, making her gasp and try to grab my phone. I hold it out of reach though.

"Christian! Why would you want that? There's nothing cute about that."

I roll my eyes. "It isn't meant to be cute. It's sexy."

"It's a mess!"

I kiss her. "I'll clean it off of you in the shower."

It looks like realization hits. "Christian... you don't..." She licks her lips. "What other pictures do you have in there?"

"None, baby. I've never taken pictures like this before with anyone. I've had topless photos sent to me before, but I never kept them."

She relaxes and curls into me. "So, just me."

"Just you. You're the only one worthy of being photographed."

"Thank you, Christian."

I kiss her forehead. "Ellie will be up soon. I'll get the shower warm."

Anastasia

We're all sitting, enjoying some morning coffee when our girl finally comes down the stairs, rubbing her eyes.

"Good morning, lovebug. How's your arm?" She climbs in her father's lap and leans a little into him.

"It still hurts a little." Her right arm goes over her left hurt one in the sling protectively.

"I'll get you some tylenol, Ellie girl." I stand and caress the back of her head before getting her medicine.

"See? Mommy's make everything better, Daddy." She's looking up at him.

"Why can't Daddy's make everything better?"

I watch as she shrugs while I get her some water to wash down her meds.

"Daddy's are too strong. They don't have the nice touch."

"The nice touch, huh? I can't be nice when you're hurt?"

"Remember the splinter?" She holds up her index finger to her father and he groans.

"What happened with the splinter?" I ask setting her dose of tylenol and water in front of her as I have a seat.

"I got a big splinter and Daddy couldn't find the nice stuff, so he used the stuff that stings! Then he poked me with a needle, Mommy Ana! A needle!"

"Ellie..." Christian is trying hard not to laugh at her dramatics.

"He made me bleed! Then, after he kissed it, he said I'd be fine. No cuddles! No nothing!"

I giggle and reach out to take her hand so I can inspect her finger. I do see a tiny scar at the end of her finger. "Poor baby didn't even get cuddles, Daddy. How dare you!"

"Wait a minute! No, no! Ellie forgot to mention that she just berated me for treating her like a baby only hours before! She wanted me to treat her like a big kid, so I did." Christian tickles Ellie's sides, making her giggle.

"Big kids need cuddled, too, Dad." I tell him.

"Yea! Adults, too! You make Mommy Ana cuddle you all the time!"

"Not all the time!"

"Alllll the time!"

"Why do you always throw your Dad under the bus?"

"What does that even mean? We don't have a bus, Dad!"

We laugh at their bickering back and forth.

"Okay, okay, okay." I say, breaking it up. "Lesson is that everyone needs cuddles sometimes. Now, Ellie, Uncle Elliot and Kate have some great news to share!"

XxXxXx

"Ana! Look it's a octopus!" Ellie hollers.

No. Nope. Fuck No. I am super weird about octopuses and when we came to the aquarium, I figured they'd all be contained behind glass, but the damn employee has taken him out of his cell and has it in the sting ray petting area.

Ellie, Elliot, and Carrick are over touching the thing.

"Isn't it cute? Come touch it."

"Uh, no thanks!" I turn away to try to make a break for it but Christian holds me in place.

"What's wrong, Ana? Scared of a little Octopus?" He teases me.

"No! They just... why do they have to be smart and have all those suckers and tentacles?" I shudder. "No thanks. I'll watch you."

"Come on, Ana. It's not going to hurt you!" Christian tries to pull me over and I see the employee holding it with long rubber gloves. He takes a step towards us.

"Don't! Don't you dare!" I warn the man. "I had a terrible experience as a kid with one, thank you, and I would rather it stay over there!" I wave him away.

Kate giggles, remembering me telling her. "Oh right. During that snorkeling excursion thing right?"

"Ugh, yes. There was just a lot of tentacles and little sucker things and then I couldn't see and had marks all over... it's just... a long story. I just want it to stay there..." I wave my hands at it, "And I'll stay here."

"It's not going to eat you!" Ellie giggles a she touches the head.

"Until you can prove that octopuses don't eat humans, I will stay right here." The ugly thing does a twirl. "See! It's looking at me!"

Everyone is having a great laugh making fun of me while I hide behind Christian's arm.

"Can we, like... go see the penguins now?"

Christian

We're at the end of our visit at the aquarium and Elliot and Ellie have huge evil grins in their faces.

"Daddy, can Uncle take me to the gift shop for a minute?"

I eye both of them. "Why?"

"We just want to look. I want a stuffed animal."

I cock my eyebrow. "You haven't bought a stuffed animal in over a year." My girl likes hair accessories, crafts, nail polish, and makeup... even though I wished she was still into things like stuffed bears.

"Let the girl have a souvenir, C. We are in Ireland."

I shrug. "Fine." I reach into my back pocket for my wallet, but Elliot waves me off.

"I'll get it. Don't worry." He grabs her hand and the two of them run off to the gift shop.

"Did that seem odd to you?" My dad is scratching his chin beside.

"Yea. They're up to something."

We have a seat in the lobby and order some ice cream from the cart.

I'm about to take a bite of my ice cream sandwich when something catches my eye. My 6'4 brother has his arms wrapped around a huge stuffed octopus. It's tye-dyed light blue and pink.

"Holy shit."

"What is it?"

The rest turn and there's a collective gasp.

"Mommy Ana, we got you a present!" Ellie's grin is giant as she holds one of the tentacles in her hands.

"Eloise Grace! What did you do!" Ana is shocked. "You are such a stinker!"

Ellie giggles and Elliot shoves the thing at Ana, who disappears behind it.

"How are we going to get this home?" Ana's voice is muffled behind the stuffed animal.

"Looks like Elliot's out of a ride." I give him a grin and bite off a piece of my ice cream sandwich.

XxXxXx

We manage to get it in the van, it laying across the laps of Elliot, Kate, and Mia.

"What are you going to name your octopus, Ana?" Mia grins at Ana.

"Ooh, yea, Aunt Mia! We have to name it!" Ellie is ecstatic with the idea.

"I don't want to name that thing!" Ana scrunches her nose, making Ellie smile. "We'll call it, 'It'."

Ellie facepalms. "Bor-ing. Can you think of something better?"

"If I'm so boring, then you name it."

"Okay! I will!" She taps her chin as she thinks. "Sea Spider."

Ana gasps dramatically. "That is terrifying! Try again!"

Giggling, Ellie thinks. "What about Filch?"

Ana's eyes go large and she gasps again. "Yas, girlfriend! I knew you were my favorite! Even after what you pulled on me today."

"Filch?" Kate scoffs. "Please tell me that is not a Harry Potter reference."

"Ding-ding-ding! We have a winner! Want to take Filch home?" Ana grins back at Kate.

"What have you done to that child? You're turning her into one of those Potterheads!"

"You don't like Harry Potter, Aunt Kate?" It took all of 0.5 seconds after they announced their engagement for Ellie to start calling her aunt.

"No."

'Well, have you read it?"

"Well, no..."

"Then you can't possibly know that!"

"That's right!" Ana and Ellie high five.

As I sit and watch my family bicker back and forth and make fun of each other, I can't help but feel completely content. We're a cohesive bunch, each person clicking perfectly with the rest. I can't help but feel like Anastasia is the last piece of the puzzle. Her puzzle piece snaps right into mine.

I always looked at marriage as a piece of paper. Something that made people feel good in the moment but would probably be fucked up later. I've watched my own parents go through some really hard times... some of them being my fault growing up... and it didn't seem worth it. It's taken me 32 years to really fall in love and to see that love really is worth clinging to.

But it isn't just the love between the two. I realize now that it's more. It's about family and love and happiness and always having those relationships within it. Marriage is about more than two people, but about the world they're sharing and who they're sharing it with. Support system.

Sure, I'm sure Elliot and Kate would have worked out some way or another, but Kate accepting our family and Elliot accepting hers surely helped. It showed both of them just who they really are as people. They're combining their lives and families which means so much more is on the line than just a divorce and some assets. By separating, they're tearing their families apart. They have so much to risk by getting married... but so much more to gain.

As I look down at my Anastasia, I can't believe how fucking blessed I am to have her... to love her and her love me. I'm fucked up, but we're navigating through because we're worth it. Our family is worth it. I know that I'll never find another love like Anastasia. She truly is the love of my life.

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