bed watching TV feeling sad as I remembered stuff the three of us had done over the years when I decided I needed to get out of bed and do something to take my mind off the sadness for a while.” She holds the sheets up. “So here I am, playing in the nursery. You wanna come see what I’ve done?”
I smile. “Fuck yes. Show me.”
I follow her in and laugh when I see the mess she’s created in here. “You’ve been busy.” I fucking love that she’s been busy. I also love the things I see scattered across the nursery floor that I didn’t realise Birdie had bought. Sheets, blankets, toys, and frames to put on the wall.
“Do you like the colours? And prints? I got a little excited the other day while I was shopping with Andrea, and bought all this stuff, but then wondered if you’d like it, too. If you don’t, we can—”
I put my finger to her lips. “I love it all.”
Her brows pull together. “Are you just saying that?”
“No, and not to sound like I don’t give a fuck, but decorating isn’t my thing. I’ll help you do whatever you need me to do, but as far as colours and shit go, I’m good with whatever you choose.”
“Okay, but we should discuss the walls. I want you to at least have a say in that. What colour paint do you think? Like, I’m all about yellow, but if you hate it, maybe we can find a green we both like. But then again, green can be a funny colour, so I’m not sold on it.”
“The only colour that’s out for me is black, so if you want yellow, let’s do yellow.”
She pulls a face. “Black? Seriously, who would paint their baby’s room black? I would never suggest that.”
“Just covering all my bases here, angel. Who the fuck knows what you’re likely to come out with while all those hormones are raging inside you.”
She smacks me. “You are the worst, Winter Morrison.”
I arch my brows. “And here I was thinking you loved me.”
“Only sometimes.”
I pull her to me. “I am hard as fuck for you right now.”
Her eyes twinkle again; her hands move to my pants. “Really?”
“Fucking really.”
“I would drop to my knees and suck your dick, but this is my daughter’s bedroom and I don’t think it’s appropriate.”
“Don’t you mean it’s your son’s bedroom?”
She grins. She loves this new game we play. “Either way, you want my lips around your cock, you’re gonna have to carry me out of here.”
I don’t hesitate. I lift her and carry her over my shoulder. When I deposit her on our dining table, she frowns. “The table?”
Bringing my mouth to her ear, I say, “Remember that first IVF cycle when you were jerking me off in that bathroom? You told me you wanted me to spread you out on our dining table and eat you. I never got around to doing that.”
Her fingers curl around my neck. “You should definitely do that.”
“Lie back, baby, and spread your legs for me.”
The smile on her face as she does what I say is everything a man needs to be happy.
I slide her dress up and her panties down.
I sit and hook her legs over my shoulders while gripping her ass and pulling her to my face.
I press my mouth to her pussy.
Fuck. Me.
I love this woman.
She arches her back as I lick and suck, working her towards her first orgasm of the night.
We’ve had sex daily over the last two weeks, sometimes twice daily. My favourite way to start the day is like this with my face buried in her. Birdie’s favourite way to end the day is with my cock buried in her. The fact she’s usually the one looking for sex a second time makes my whole fucking day.
“Fuck,” she cries out while gripping the side of the table.
I push two fingers inside her and fuck her while keeping my mouth on her clit.
“Oh my God,” she chants over and over as her pussy clenches and she comes.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I say as I stand and pull her off the table. Spinning her around, I bend her over and undo my jeans.
Birdie angles her face to look at me and reaches for my dick. She guides it to her pussy and I slam inside her.
Fuck.
I grip her hips and pound into her, hard like we both want it.
She’s so fucking wet I want to spend hours inside her.