She relaxed against Danica’s shoulder, fingers tickling the hairs at the bottom of her abdomen. So soft. So feminine. She loved that Danica’s body could be both tender and powerful. Comforting her? Easily done. Fucking her until she appreciated every ounce of her strength? Done!
Danica woke up quickly.Good to know this is the perfect alarm clock.Alicia greeted her with a warm smile. “Good morning, Mistress,” she said with a sultry voice. “Sleep well?”
Danica sat up far enough to look at Alicia through sleepy eyes. “Woke up even better.” She leaned back again with a happy groan. “Do you intend to keep teasing me, or are you going to give me what I need?” Her fingers met Alicia’s face. “Goes both ways, my dear.”
Indeed it did. From the moment her hand wrapped across Danica’s mound and her fingers searched for that soft place, her wife’s fingers were searching beneath Alicia’s nightgown for her slickness. She probably put more effort into this wake-up call, but Alicia hadn’t expected any reciprocation to begin with. From the moment she decided to start the day off pleasuring her Mistress, Alicia only had a mind for hearing her groan and feeling her come.
Even so, Alicia was perfectly okay with having an orgasm to start her own day.
“Now, that’s how a woman wakes up around here,” Danica muttered, watching her wife climax on her fingers. “Come here.” She snatched Alicia and brought her up for a kiss.
Alicia made them breakfast.Pancakes and fruit. She stopped halfway through flipping one of the pancakes while her wife wandered around the living room, mostly naked.I have never cooked for her before!This realization suddenly made her self-conscious. She also couldn’t keep the thought to herself.
“Oh?” Danica called from the living room. She had the Sunday paper in her hand. “I thought you didn’t like cooking.”
Alicia wasn’t in love with cooking, but she didn’t hate it, either. Shit! A pancake almost burned while she was lost in thought.
After breakfast – which Danica declared to be “divine,” – they dressed in the most casual clothes they could muster for a day out together.
Casual for Alicia meant a flirtatious pink skirt and a loose white blouse. Her wife, on the other hand, couldn’t be trifled with the few pairs of jeans she owned. She dressed in dark linen pants and a navy-blue cotton shirt that made her look like she was ready to hit up a business brunch in Miami. The watch, the wedding ring, and the top undone buttons added to her seductive look.How can I keep falling in love with this woman?Whether she was butt-ass naked or dressed in the nicest clothes to ever touch skin, Danica Moreau was a deity, and she knew it.She didn’t do up her hair. She brushed it, but left it wild and loose around her shoulders, the natural waves she usually pinned back in ponytails and buns making her look more womanly than ever before. Alicia dabbed her perfume on for her before stealing some for herself. Their sunglasses on and wallets picked up, they rode the elevator down to their private parking garage and hopped in Danica’s BMW. Their date out together meant no staff – including bodyguards. It made Alicia think of the night they went to the dance club. It felt so much like aregular relationship. What was she talking about? Of course they had a “regular” relationship. Just unconventional.
They did many things that day, but the highlights were taking a walk through the central city park, where Danica treated her wife to cotton candy and a $5 poem from a vendor who had a table set up on the center path.“When days are feeling blue / Look into those eyes of amber / You’ll know what to do / This gal’s no longer a rambler.”
Alicia looked up from the piece of paper. “Well,” her wife said through a gob of cotton candy, “there’s a reason he’s selling them for only $5. Is he wrong, though?”
They had lunch at the marina, after which Danica popped down to the docks to check on her yacht and arrange a party celebrating whatever she felt like. Pregnancy announcement? Wedding shower? Hostile corporate takeover? Whatever. She’d figure it out later.
The highlight for hormonal and emotionally vulnerable Alicia was popping into a baby boutique and shopping for their future arrival.
Before they went in, however, Danica looked up and down the street, pulled Alicia into her arms, and covered her with fervent kisses.
“Whoa!” she exclaimed, not that she was complaining. “What’s this… whoa!” That was a hand squeezing her ass!
“Come tomorrow,” Danica muttered, “we’re going to be all over the papers. There was a photographer down yonder. I wanted to make sure he got a great shot of us in front of a baby boutique.”
“Danica!”
“Are you complaining, precious? I’ll call my PR man later to make sure all the facts are delivered. How far along do you think you are?”
Alicia sputtered against her chest. “Over a month?” Her period was a no-show. She refused to believe that one day of bleeding made up for her usual five-to-seven-day bullshit, regardless of whether she fell down some stairs or not.
“Excellent. Shall we go inside?”
Danica held the door open for her. Alicia continued to stand on the sidewalk as if her wife had sprouted five heads, each one crazier than the last.
“Oh, come on.” Danica grabbed her hand and hauled her inside.
Sometimes, Alicia didn’t know what was a careful calculation and what was genuine Danica Moreau out and about with the woman she loved. Would she have kissed her like that anyway, even if there weren’t any paps around?
There were definitely no paps in the boutique. When Danica continued to hold her wife’s hand and speak to the salesperson as if they were having a whole brood of children at once, Alicia exhaled a sigh of relief and assumed that, perhaps, Danica was honestly excited about having a baby. Then again, this was the woman who was already gung-ho about turning one of their guest rooms into a nursery.
The salesperson did most of the thinking for them. Furniture? Clothes? Toys? Decorations? They had it all! Did they know the sex of the child yet? No? Well, there were many lovely gender-neutral designs they could choose from, which could be used for multiple children in the future. Alicia wasn’t thinking that far ahead, but she was pleased to find pale, minty greens. Danica didn’t say anything as she perused the sky blues and whites. She had no eye for the pinks and lavenders.
Alicia finished folding up onesies to put back on display.I’ve worked enough retail to know how to mind myself.“Would you prefer a blue nursery?” she asked her wife.
She stared at a changing table as if she had no idea what it was for. Alicia had changed her brother’s diaper when he was an infant and her mother was out of commission.Not like my dad was going to do it, and I was old enough to understand.Would Danica be caught dead changing a baby’s diaper?
“We’ll do whatever you want. It’s more your room than mine.”
