“Give it to me, Ness,” I demand, “Come all over my fingers for me.”
She cries out, fingers curling into the sheets as her pussy contracts around my fingers and her orgasm shakes her body.
I want to bury myself into her, fuck her raw until she can’t walk.
“So beautiful when you fall apart for me, trouble,” I kiss my way up her spine, moving her hair away from the nape of her neck so I can scrape my teeth across her skin. Her skin pebbles as her breath rushes from her lips.
“Fuck me, please,” she whispers, “God, Kolt.”
“I’ve missed you, trouble,” I kiss across her jaw, and she turns her face to me, capturing my mouth with hers.
“Don’t make me wait,” She pleads, her teeth nipping at my bottom lip.
Fuck it.
With my mouth remaining on hers, I shove at my boxers, freeing my hard cock. Precum leaks from the tip as I slip between her legs, the warmth of her shooting pleasure straight down my spine.
I don’t let myself enter her yet, instead I revel in the feel of her on me, letting the wetness of her coat the crown of my cock. She’s trying to push back, trying to hurry this, but doesn’t she know we have all the time in the world?
Every minute of mine is hers.
“Please, I need you,” She begs.
“I’m yours,” I kiss her.
I reach between us, grasping my aching cock and slide it up to her entrance, teasing forward so just the tip of me enters her. Fuck she’s so tight and wet.
I push forward another inch, my restraint at a snapping point when an almighty wail rips through the house.
The monitor on the bedside cabinet blares orange flashing lights as the sound of Ethan’s cry crackles through the speaker.
“Shit,” I hiss, pulling out of her and scrambling from the bed. She tries to do the same but gets caught up in her pajama pants and the sheets and ends up as a pile on the floor.
I chuckle as I hop into my sweats, “I’ve got him!”
Her cheeks are blooming red by the time I’m decent enough to get out of the room and across the hall to where Ethan is screaming.
“Hey baby boy,” I enter the room, cooing gently. He’s standing, using the railings of his crib as he attempts to free himself from his bed. “I got you,” I lift him gently, holding him to my hip as I gently wipe away the fat tears that roll down his cheeks. “Daddy’s got you.”
He sniffles, eyes still glistening with tears, but the cries have softened. I carry him through to the living room, and then through to the kitchen.
“Is it breakfast time?” I ask, “Are we making all this noise because we’re hungry?”
He shakes his head hard, making his hair flop all over the place, “Breakfast,” he points to the box of oats left on the counter.
Chuckling, “I get it.” I agree, “I’m cranky when I’m hungry too.”
I grab the oats and milk, warming it on the stove before I add in the chopped blueberries from the fridge. The tears no longer fall, and he watches what I do with such concentration his little brows tug low.
“You’re really good with him,” Vanessa says from behind me, now dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans and a sweater, her hair tugged up into a bun.
“That’s because I’m your daddy,” I say to Ethan with a grin, bouncing him on my hip.
Vanessa smiles, “Here let me dish this up, did you want some too?” She asks me.
“Sure,” I agree, stepping away from the stove while Vanessa dishes up breakfast into bowls.
We sit down at the small dining table in front of the window, a bright day beyond with the sun attempting to melt the snow covering the ground. Before Ness can pick up the spoon to help Ethan eat, I take it.
