Fuck… she’s beautiful.
“Mommy!” Cassie yells, getting up to run to her. Sadie bends down and sweeps Cassie into her arms, twirling her a bit and kissing the tip of her nose.
I’m mesmerized by the sight of them, the unbelievable beauty of my wife, and the ethereal quality of our child. It’s like a magic spell has been cast, and I’m caught in it, my will to resist robbed from me as I beg to be bound.
Sadie looks up at me, and her dark brown eyes look almost black. She smiles, and there’s so much warmth in it; tenderness kindles in my chest.
And something far hotter deep down...
I look away, swallowing hard as I try not to think about that night and fail miserably. The sounds Sadie made as I pleasured her, the way her body responded to me—I haven’t been able to get it out of my head since it happened.
Only three days ago, but it feels like an eternity—and a millisecond.
Sadie approaches with Cassie on her hip, and I get up slowly, praying my body won’t give me away. I want to put my arms around both of them, to hug them tightly and never let them go.
And I want to kiss Sadie. Right here, right now… passionate, deep, long… tease her and make her think about what else my tongue could do for her…
As they get closer, Sadie’s sweet vanilla scent floods my nose, and I inhale slowly, holding my breath and closing my eyes to savor it.
I could eat her out forever and still feel like I was starving, begging for one more bite…
“Are you ready?” she asks.
I nod, opening my eyes quickly. “Yeah, sorry. I was just lost in thought.”
“Oh, thinking about what?”
Your hot pussy on my face.
“Nothing in particular,” I say, smiling. As we turn towards the gates, I put my hand on the small of her back and fight to keep it there, not reach down to squeeze her butt.
I want more… much, much more… but I know she isn’t ready to forgive me. And this isn’t the plan. I’m not supposed to want her like this, but how can I stop?
Thankfully, we reach the car, and I can think about driving us home instead of obsessing about being between Sadie’s thighs. When we get back, the two of us cook dinnertogether, and I set Cassie up in her high chair with a small plate of sausages and mashed potatoes.
“Ick!” she declares, poking at a piece of broccoli.
“I tell you what,” I say. “You eat one piece of broccoli, and I’ll let you have ice cream after dinner.”
Cassie folds her arms. “You’d let me have ice cream, anyway,” she declares.
I can’t help but laugh.
“And the ice cream totally negates the broccoli in that instance,” Sadie says, sitting down at the table behind me. “You can’t use that as a bargaining chip—something unhealthy that obliterates the healthy thing.”
“I’m trying, okay?” I laugh. “I’m not good at this.”
“You’re not,” Cassie teases, sticking her tongue out at me.
“Stop torturing him,” Sadie says, laughing as she takes a bite of food.
To my surprise, Cassie picks up the broccoli and takes a bite. She makes a little face, but finishes it.
“You have to eat greens,” Cassie says to me very seriously. “Or you can be very sick. It’s important to do stuff you don’t like when it’s good for you—and it makes you like the good stuff more.”
“Wow,” I reply, nodding. “Did your mom teach you that?”
Cassie nods, poking at her potatoes with a spoon.
