~ a fantasy ~

I roused to her gurgles over the monitor, some of the most beautiful sounds I’d ever heard. The normally harsh light of the winter morning was dampened by thick curtains newly hanged in our bedroom.

His heat warmed my back, his left arm slung over my side, his hand gripped my hip. Our nakedness at night always a comfort to my mornings. I extricated myself from his care to walk to her room.

She looked up at me with expectant eyes from her crib. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Slipping back into the warmth of our bed, I laid down nestling her onto my right breast as he snuggled back into my left side. She suckled and cooed as I stroked her hair and smiled marveling at our beautiful darling girl.

“I’m hungry, too.”

I felt his words against my skin. He nudged his head up, pushing my arm out of the way. I gasped as he took my left breast into his hand and began sucking. He draped his left leg over mine. I felt him harden against me. I stroked his head and watched him, his eyes closed, his face one of rapture and bliss. I bit my lip and sighed, not wanting to cry out my joy as my body trembled and moisture pooled at my center.

He knows me too well. His left hand scratched down my belly, my mons, then slipped two fingers inside me with ease, his thumb running firm circles around my pearl. My body quivered and staccato sighs escaped my lips.

“Shh,” he whispered. “She’s back to sleep.”

Sure enough, our girl had lulled at my side, my right arm holding her upright as her head rest against my breast, her beautiful eyes closed, a sweet smile on her face.

He slipped out of me and laid back, bringing his fingers to his lips. My eyes traveled down him and saw he was fully hard.

“Go put her down and comeback. It’s your turn to eat next.”

For just a moment, after setting her back in her crib, I stared at the little marvel and felt my heart ache from love.

Upon walking back into our bedroom, I saw him now seated at the edge of the bed, a blanket pooled on the floor at his feet. He stroked himself slowly, intentionally.

“Are you hungry?” he asked without looking up.

I knelt in front of him and took him into my mouth. I grazed my nails up his thighs and across his chest. He groaned. I licked him from the base, up the shaft, to the tip, and back. I spun my tongue around the head and flicked at the slit. I took his sac into my mouth and sucked. He fisted my hair and brought my lips to his mouth. His kiss was aggressive, insistent; his tongue was to be obeyed.

He maneuvered me onto the bed and thrust his full length into me. Expletives dripped from my lips.

“I going to cum inside you,” he whispered.

“Please fill me up,” I groaned. “I always want to be filled with you. Give me more babies and I will never stop cuming for you.”

“Well, you are a greedy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Always. Always for you.”

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