Submerged(Bound Together Book 1)(49)
Flipping on the Lakers and Jazz basketball game on television, I grab the sippy cup of milk and place Natalia on my lap. She wiggles and squirms as she tries to avoid getting comfortable. You know, not wanting to go to sleep and all. But with milk in hand, she finally starts to relax against me. We watch several minutes of the basketball game together, her drinking from a sippy cup and me drinking a bottle of Budweiser. She’s content watching the ball bounce, pass, and shoot around the court. My daughter makes little noises as we watch the entire third quarter together from the recliner in Carly’s apartment.
At the end of the third quarter, my own eyes begin to droop a little, so I decide to throw up the footrest and try to get a little more comfortable. I almost audibly sigh as I lie there, reclined in a comfy chair, bottle of beer at my side and a basketball game on TV, all with my daughter snuggled against my chest. It’s a fucking awesome feeling and makes my heart swell with all of those emotions I wondered if I’d ever feel. Love. Pride. Contentment.
Carly gently shakes me awake a little bit later. She’s standing there in a short satin robe looking all refreshed and sexy as fuck from her bath. Her long black hair is piled on top of her head and her make-up is scrubbed clean. I drink in the sight of her as she stands there with a sweet smile on her face, watching us sleep in the recliner.
She leans down, the V where the robe comes together opening up to give me a delicious little peek at her tits, as she tries to take Natalia from my arms. “I’ve got her,” I tell her sleepily. I’ve missed a year of holding her and putting her to bed, so I’ll be damned if I’m not going to take advantage of doing it while I can.
I stand up slowly, careful not to jar the sleeping toddler tucked securely in my embrace. I take slow steps towards her room, placing several soft kisses on the crown of her head as I go. Who ever thought I’d love kissing a baby on the top of her head? Well, I do. And not just any baby–my baby. With each kiss I place, I get a whiff of her baby shampoo. I have no clue what it smells like exactly, but it’s clean and all baby-like.
When we reach the crib, Carly bends down and kisses Natalia’s chubby little cheek, running her hand from the top of her head and down her back until it hits my hand. I delicately lower her into the crib, tucking the blanket securely around her waist. Carly and I both stand there and watch her sleep. She’s had the luxury of doing this from day one, but this is a whole new experience for me. I’m drinking in every little moment with her like a drunk.
Checking the latches on the crib first, I follow Carly out of the room and across the short hall. Inside, she gently shuts the door until we’re finally alone. And she’s only wearing a robe.
Grabbing the sash, I give it a little tug and pull her closer. Much closer. She runs her pruned hands up my chest, resting them on my shoulders. I waste no time untying the sash, I drop it and let it flutter to the floor. Underneath is the perfect combination of dark, soft skin and feminine curves. Carly’s body is amazing. Even after birthing our daughter, her body shows little sign of the life she once carried. Her skin is flawless with the exception of a few light stretch marks on her lower stomach. God, what I would give to have seen her pregnant with Natalia. To be there from the moment she found out until our daughter made her screaming appearance in this world.
It’s official. At twenty-nine, I’ve abandoned my bachelor ways, ready to jump into parenting with both feet. I knew that it would probably happen someday, though I wasn’t looking for it. Hell no, I wasn’t looking for any of this. I was getting ready to start the job of my career, enjoying life and having a few drinks with my brother. Next thing I know, I’m completely entranced with this striking beauty. My life changed forever that night in more ways than one.
I work my hands up her abdomen and towards those two perfect tits: dark, caramel flesh with raspberry nipples, just ripe enough for my mouth. I don’t wait any longer. I gently bite down on one, then the other. I lick and suck each nipple into my mouth, soothing the slight sting of the bite with my tongue. Carly’s moan fills the room, her hands wrapping around my head as if holding me in place.
After showering each tit plenty of attention, I lead her backwards and lay her out on the bed. Like some sort of all-you-can-eat buffet, I feast on her skin from head to toe. I run my tongue over every inch of her delectable little body, kissing and nipping at the tender flesh along the way. When I get to the junction between her legs, I give her thighs a little push, spreading them open further for me.