Opening the door to Aura’s nursery, I softly say good morning to her, picking her up and cradling her in my arms.
I change her diaper and get a bottle warmed before I take her back in my room, where Millie awaits.
“Good morning, my sweets,” Millie coos.
I head to the bathroom to take care of some business, and when I go back into the room, Millie is holding my daughter.
“I truly don’t think I’ve seen such a beautiful baby before I met Aura,” Millie says.
I drop onto the bed, stretching my arm around her shoulders. I place a few kisses on her shoulder and one on the top of her head. “She’s not the only beautiful girl in the room,” I say, pulling them closer.
Today is our last day here. Our flight takes off tonight. This vacation is exactly what I needed, and I am forever grateful that Millie came with us. I have no idea what our relationship would be if she hadn’t.
Since Haley, I haven’t been a relationship guy. But with Millie, things feel different, natural. I want the mushy feelings, to cuddle at night before falling asleep and waking up next to her.
“What do you say about going to a café and getting breakfast before we have to pack up?” I ask, getting up out of bed to change.
Millie stands, moving Aura to her hip. “Yeah, let me just get this little girl ready, and we can head out.”
Millie and Aura leave the room, and I finish getting ready. When I enter the kitchen, I notice Aura’s luggage is packed, and her diaper bag is sitting on the counter.
Millie exits Aura’s room saying, “She’s lying in her crib. I’m going to get ready real quick. Then we can head out.”
She comes out wearing sleek, form-fitting leggings that accentuate her legs. She has on an oversized hoodie. The fabric looks as if it could be soft, like a cloud.
She comes up to me, putting my hands around her waist.
“You look amazing,” I say, kissing her neck.
She scoffs, “Yeah, okay. I am in my flying attire. Comfy and not cute.”
I shake my head, pulling her body, touching her jaw and her neck, and I grip her hips to lift her to the counter. She gasps when she feels how hard I am for her.
“Does it feel like I think you’renot cute, Bumper?” I ask, rubbing into her.
She wordlessly shakes her head as my hand wanders underneath her sweatshirt, and I palm her bare tit.
“Fuck, no bra?”
“Wanted to give you a surprise later,” she whispers.
She gasps into my mouth as I continue to play with her, ourmovements becoming more frantic. I tug her leggings down, and she shifts off the counter to help me.
Carrying her to the bedroom, I rid myself of my clothing until we are left in our underwear. It’s mind-blowing how good she feels. When she rocks against me, we both shudder. Each time I rub against her clit, becoming more determined to make her scream my name.
“I don’t want this to end when we get home. This isn’t just sex for me. I’m falling in love with you,” I tell her between kisses.
Her eyes get glassy. “You are?” she whispers. “I think I’m falling in love with you too.”
She lifts her neck, giving me the softest, sweetest kiss.
I pick her up, wrapping her legs around my waist, and she whimpers when she feels me against her core. My mouth doesn’t leave hers as I remove my shirt over my head.
“I love you wearing nothing in my bed,” I say, reaching out to roll her pebbled nipples as she moans. “Let’s get rid of these now.” I pull her black bikini-style panties down and curse again, seeing her bare and wet for me.
“Damn, is it possible you get more beautiful every day?”
I slip a finger inside her, and she gasps.
