Longing For The Beach Billionaire Daddy
Chapter 233

*Shelby*

The sound of someone stirring near me had me jerking back to consciousness. Slowly, I opened my eyes to see Michael heading into the kitchen. Blinking a few times, I asked, “What’s going on?”

My husband paused, turning to look at me, a disappointed look on his face. “You fell asleep on the couch. I was hoping you could keep sleeping while I took care of the babies. Sorry I woke you up.”

“No, that’s okay,” I assured him as I stretched my arms and legs as far as I could, my body feeling stiff from the uncomfortable position I had been in for hours. “What time is it?” I mumbled, still half asleep.

“It’s almost ten,” Michael said. “You needed the rest. I could tell you were exhausted.”

“Thanks,” I said, sitting up and smiling at him.

Michael sat down next to me on the couch, placing his arm around my shoulders. “Feeling better now?”

I leaned my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes, feeling the tension in my body slowly melting away. “Yeah, a nap always helps.”

He returned to the couch, and we sat there in silence for a while, just enjoying each other’s company. I could feel Michael’s fingers tracing patterns on my arm, and it sent shivers down my spine. I turned to face him and brushed my lips against his, feeling the softness of his mouth.

Michael deepened the k**s, his hand finding its way to the nape of my neck. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. We broke apart, both of us breathing heavily.

“I love you,” Michael said, his forehead resting against mine.

“I love you too,” I whispered.

“Let’s get our gremlins to bed, they’re ready for a bath and some milk,” Michael said as he stood and walked to where the twins were.

Thomas was chewing on his hands, drool running from his chin and down both arms. Amelia was cooing and kicking her feet, squealing when she saw us looking down at her.

“Do you want to nurse the babies or pump while I get bottles ready from the freezer stash?” Michael asked when I walked back into the living room.

“I’ll pump. They’ll go down quicker if they take a bottle. I’ll just grab the portables from the babies’ room really quick, then I’ll come back and take them to our room,” I answered him as I left to get my breast pumps.

I padded into the bedroom, my feet sinking into the lush, luxurious carpet of our temporary home. My hands found two egg-shaped cups in a drawer, and I grabbed them, bringing them with me as I left the room.

When I rounded the corner and exited the hallway, I heard the beginning cries of two tired babies, so I scooped them into my arms and started to soothe them. I swayed gently while I walked to the bedroom.

I placed them down on our bed and changed their diapers. As the twins wiggled around wearing only their diapers, I pretended to eat their toes. It sent them into a fit of giggles and made me laugh along with them. They had just recently started to belly laugh, and it was music to my ears.

I blew raspberries on their bellies. Listening to their cackles brought on a rush of emotions that I wasn’t expecting. Being their mother was the most incredible thing that had ever happened to me. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to make sure they grew up happy, loved, and secure.

I started to cry, overwhelmed with my love for my sweet Thomas and Amelia, and Michael walked through the bedroom door carrying two bottles, one in each hand.

When he saw the tears running down my cheeks, he stopped in his tracks and asked, “Shelby what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

I looked up at him and tried to smile, but the tears kept streaming down my face. “I’m okay,” I said, my voice shaking a little. “I’m just feeling emotional, you know? They’re growing up too fast.”

Michael walked over and sat down next to me on the bed, placing a hand on my back. “I know,” he said softly. “But they’re happy and healthy, and we’re doing a great job taking care of them.”

I sniffled and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. “I know, sometimes I’m just overwhelmed with how much I love them. Do you think that’s normal, or am I losing my mind?”

Michael took one of the bottles and started to feed Amelia, his big hands gently cradling her head. “I know the feeling,” he said. “You’re not losing your mind, babe. I have those same feelings every time I look at them.”

I nodded, feeling a little better. Michael was always so good at calming me down. “You’re right,” I said. “I’m just being a little … emotional.”

He smiled at me and handed me the other bottle. “It’s okay to be emotional,” he said. “Being a parent is hard work, but it’s also pretty damn amazing.”

I took the bottle and leaned back against the headboard, the pumper on and doing it’s job as I watched Thomas drink eagerly. His little hands grasped at my fingers, and I felt a surge of love and protectiveness wash over me once again. Michael leaned in and kissed me on the forehead.

“We’re a good team,” he said. “And we were blessed with the best babies to ever grace the Earth.

With Michael’s kind words, I felt the tears start to subside. After a few more minutes of gentle rocking and soft singing, the babies’ eyes began to get heavy. Michael stood and turned the light off, and I pressed the button on the sound machine next to our bed.

We laid the babies down in their mini cribs in our room, and they finished drifting off within minutes. The dream I had about the fire was still wreaking havoc in my mind days later. After this case was finished, I was considering speaking with a therapist to move on from this mess.

Michael and I stood side-by-side and stared out our window at the beautiful Manhattan skyline below. The gentle hum of the city was like a soothing lullaby, and I felt myself relax a little more. Michael placed his hand on my shoulder, and I leaned into him for a moment.

“I’m going to go wash my face and brush my teeth,” I told Michael before heading toward the bathroom door.

Finished pumping, I took the machine off and prepared to store the milk in the refrigerator in a moment. After brushing my teeth, I filled up the cup next to the sink with cool water so I could splash some on my face. I patted my face dry using the fluffy green towels sitting in a basket under the sink. When I lowered the towel away from my eyes, I was greeted by an unexpected sight.

Michael was standing in the doorway, a playful grin on his face. “Hey there, gorgeous,” he said, reaching out to pull me into a tight hug.

I giggled and buried my face into his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

“What’re you doing in here?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he said innocently. “I just missed you. He snaked his hands down my waist and cupped my butt, squeezing gently.

I smiled and pulled away, staring up into his beautiful eyes. “I missed you, too,” I said before leaning in to k**s him.

The k**s was soft and gentle, our lips barely moving against each other. Slowly, I opened my mouth and licked along the seam of his, silently asking for entrance. His tongue met mine, and I felt the k**s’ electricity down to my toes.

We pulled away breathlessly, and Michael said, “Should we take a shower together?”

I nodded my head in response, and he turned and opened the opaque shower doors. He turned the nozzles and hot water erupted from the multiple shower heads. “I’ll be right back.” I took the milk and put it in the refrigerator before quickly returning.

Michael reached out and grabbed the hem of my shirt. I lifted my arms and allowed him to remove it. He tossed it to the side, revealing my breasts.

He looked at me standing there shirtless, my n*****s erect and begging to be touched. He couldn’t help but himself as he reached out and cupped both my breasts in his hands. He began to massage them gently, flicking my n*****s with his thumbs.

I slid my arms up his torso, stopping when I reached the bottom of his shirt. He took the hint and pulled the shirt over his head exposing his rock-hard chest. I placed my hands on his pecs, then slowly dragged them down to his stomach.

“All of these extra clothes are ruining the mood,” I giggled, gesturing to his shorts and my pajama bottoms.

He answered by taking off his shorts and briefs in one fluid motion. I flashed him a mischievous grin and grabbed his d**k, wrapping my hand around the base and gently squeezing. A low m**n escaped his lips, and I felt him twitch in my hand. My thumb brushed against the head of his p***s, collecting a bead of pre-cum that had formed there. I looked him in the eyes and brought my thumb to my mouth and sucked it clean.

His eyes flashed with a feral look, and he roughly yanked my panties and bottoms down, then grabbed my a*s and lifted me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me into the shower.

We stepped into the hot water, and Michael bent down and placed me on my feet. He knelt down until his face was level with my aching s*x, his eyes boring into me hungrily. He licked his bottom l*p, then lowered his head and put my legs on his shoulders.

I m****d loudly as his tongue went in circles around my clit. The pleasure was intense, but he was teasing me by coming close to the sensitive bud of nerves without actually touching it.

“Please. Don’t tease me, Michael,” I begged.

He pressed his tongue inside me, causing my m***s to ricochet off the shower walls. While he used his tongue to f**k me, he brought a hand up and began to softly pinch my clit. I felt my o****m approach, getting closer and closer with every squeeze of his finger and every flick of his tongue.

Next, he slid two fingers inside me, and curled them to rub against my G-spot. I m****d loudly at the sudden stimulation, and then came apart at the seams when he sucked my clit into his mouth, hard.

As my o****m came and subsided, his fingers started to pump in and out of my slick cunt faster and faster, my juices coating his hand. He looked up at me, his fingers still sliding in and out of me. “You’re so sexy when you come,” he growled.

I reached down and grabbed his wrist, my eyes begging him to f**k me against the shower wall. He didn’t stop manipulating my G-spot, though. Instead, he moved faster. I ground my p***y against his hand and felt myself start to come again.

I opened my mouth in a silent scream, my vision spotting out from the overwhelming pleasure. Michael pinched my n****e sharply, and that little extra stimulation was all I needed to send me over the edge into my second o****m of the day.

Pressed against the wall, I panted as Michael let his fingers linger inside me a little longer, gently stroking. He slowly slipped his soaked fingers out and I turned to face him. Licking my juices from his hand, he smiled and brought his arm around my waist.

Michael pulled me close, and I could feel his c**k pressed up against me. He slid his hands down to grab my a*s, and suddenly, he turned me around and bent me over. I braced myself with my hands against the shower wall as Michael pushed himself inside me. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I whimpered, “f**k me.”

I felt him growl behind me, and he reached forward, grabbing my hair in his fist. He guided my head up, then buried his c**k inside me up to the hilt. Again and again, he pounded me, his balls slapping loudly in between my thighs.

I felt him scratch my back a little, and I cried out in pain and pleasure. I felt like I was going to drown from the water that was running into my face, but I didn’t care. What a glorious way to die.

I m****d his name, over and over again, until Michael reached forward, grabbed my breasts, and pinched my n*****s. I felt my o****m approach,and Michael f****d me harder and faster. My p***y contracted around his c**k, and I felt his body shudder with his own release as he shot jet after jet of his seed inside me.

“Wow,” Michael shuttered, still inside me.

“Wow. Wow is right. What a way to christen the bathroom,” I chuckled.

Still panting, we stood and washed each other, basking in the afterglow of our glorious s*x, then we headed to bed. We spooned and fell asleep, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t have any nightmares.