“We’re ready for breakfast, Mama,” Trevor says, standing in the bedroom door. Hanna’s sitting on his hip, her hand in her mouth, her head lying against her father’s shoulder, watching me.
“Hey, sweet baby.” I watch her head come up, and she holds out her arms in my direction for me to take her. I lean forward, grabbing Trevor’s shirt from the end of the bed, slipping it on over my head, before swinging my legs over the side, and holding out my arms to take my sweet girl. When I finally have her, she cuddles into me. There is nothing better than moments like this, when she wants to cuddle and be lovey. Now that she has started holding onto things and walking, those times are becoming fewer and fewer, unless she’s sleepy or not feeling well.
“Looks like I’m making my girls breakfast this morning.” He leans forward, kissing Hanna’s and my forehead, before heading out of the room.
“Let’s go monitor Daddy. You know what happens when he’s left alone in the kitchen making anything besides a protein shake.” Hanna laughs, babbling da-da. “You think that’s funny?” I lift her, blowing on her soft belly, making her laugh harder as we walk down the hall. Once we reach the kitchen, I see that Trevor has already started making a mess. There’s milk, eggs, and a box of pancake mix out on the counter. “Why don’t you take her, and I will make breakfast.”
“You sure, baby? I don’t mind cooking.”
“Yeah, she wants you anyways.” I hand Hanna over, kissing her all over her face, making her fuss. I love my man, and appreciate when he cooks, but he is seriously messy. It’s easier if I cook and clean as I go. I go about making breakfast, while Trevor pulls out Hanna’s walker, setting her in it so she can roam around the kitchen and living room. He puts a few Cheerios on her tray; she doesn’t eat them, but does feed them to Lolly whenever she is within reaching distance. Every time she gives Lolly a Cheerio, she laughs, pulling her hand back quickly, not sure if she likes the feeling of Lolly’s tongue.
“You want some help, baby?” Trevor asks, walking up behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist.
“No thanks. I’m just about done,” I say, flipping over the last pancake. His mouth goes to my neck; the scruff from his morning stubble scratches against my skin. “You can’t do that right now,” I say quietly. His hands flex on my hips, pulling my ass into his hips.
“You smell so good, baby. I just want to eat you.” I bite my lip hard, trying not to moan. “As soon as Hanna’s down, I’m going to eat you, then fuck your tight, wet pussy until you beg me to stop.”
“Trevor…”
“No, you owe me,” he growls biting my earlobe, pressing his hips into me, before stepping back and going to Hanna while I finish making breakfast.
“She’s down.” I jump at the sound of Trevor’s voice. I have been trying to catch up on laundry when he walks in.
“Is she okay?”
“Yep, lose the shorts.”
“Trevor—”
“I’m not fucking around, baby. Lose the shorts.” I can feel myself getting wetter every time he speaks. I shimmy out of my jean shorts, and before they even hit the floor, I’m up on top of the washer. Trevor reaches around me. I hear the washer start, then it is shaking under me. He tears my legs apart, shoving his face between my thighs, attacking me, licking, biting, and sucking. His mouth, and the vibrations from the washer, are bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm. “Ride my tongue, baby. Make yourself come.”
“Trevor!” I moan loudly, my pussy convulsing, as billions of colors flash behind my eyelids, my whole body buzzing. He stands and tugs me forward, his mouth meeting mine. I can taste myself on him as he eats my mouth the same way he did my pussy. His fingers sliding inside me brings me closer to another orgasm. I tear my mouth away from his, my head falling back. Then my arms are going up. My shirt is gone, and his mouth is latching onto my breast through my bra, before ripping the cup of my bra down, and picking me up off the washer. He turns me around, my chest going to the cold top of the washer; his thighs spread my legs apart, and he thrusts into me.
“Fuck yes…I have been wanting this all day.”
“Harder.” My hands go to his ass, pulling him into me.
“You want it hard, baby?” He starts pounding into me so hard that the washer is rocking with the force, and I have to stand on my tiptoes. “I love your pussy; always so tight and warm, baby.” His teeth bite into my ear, then my neck. “Touch yourself. I want to feel you come around my dick while I’m fucking your tight little pussy.” I whimper. I love his mouth; the things he says are as good as what he does with it. “I feel it. You’re gonna come, aren’t you?”