needy breasts. He licks my left nipple, lathering it with his wet tongue, then blows on it. The warm air makes it hard. He sticks the nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling, then moves onto the right breast, repeating his torture. I buck my hips, grinding against his hard cock, squirming and moaning. I’m ready to combust before he’s even inside me. “Cole, please, I need you inside me.” I beg breathlessly.
“I know, baby. Patience. God, do you feel what you do to me? Feel how much I want you? Always, baby. I’ll always want you.” He huffs out between sucking and kneading my breasts, pushing his straining erection against my wet core.
“Oh God, Cole!” I scream as the friction of his pants and his hot mouth on me sends me over the edge, making my entire body convulse in staggering spasms.
“Fuck, Evie. I love watching you come.” He stands up from the couch. Finally taking his pants off, he climbs back on top of me, entering me inch by inch. His head tilts up in pleasure. “You’re so wet, baby. This never gets old. You feel so damn good.”
“ Cole !” I whimper as he moves in and out at a leisurely pace. Gripping the back of my head, resting his forehead on top of mine, he pushes even deeper inside of me, hitting that sweet spot. Sweat is dripping on my face. Our eyes meet, and with a few more thrusts, we come together. We lay there in each other’s arms, breathing into one another. The air is thick with love and an uneasiness that I don’t understand. He looks back up to me with a very satisfied smile on his face. I shake the foreboding feeling and smile back at him.
“I wish we could stay like this all day. But unless we want to traumatize our children, we should probably get up,” he says regrettably.
I laugh. “We wouldn’t want that, now would we?” I reply as he pulls out of me and grabs some tissues from the coffee table.
“Hey, you want me to make you breakfast? An omelet or something?”
And all thoughts of Jake come flooding back. Shit . I wince. “No, no omelets. I think I’m swearing off eggs for awhile,” I say apologetically.
“Pancakes?”
“Pancakes are perfect!”
And so is he.
***
Just as Cole is flipping the last batch of blueberry pancakes, the kids come racing downstairs with wild hair and open arms for good morning hugs. We all sit at the table, stuffing our faces with bacon and soft buttery goodness, talking about our plans for the day. I tell them about the play date they have with Ben. Cheering erupts through mouthfuls of food. I look across the table at Cole and am met with curious eyes. I smile brightly at him, hoping to erase whatever he is thinking. He smiles back, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Answering a question from Dyl about baseball, he turns away from me and I am left with a cold feeling.
What’s on his mind? Is he still distraught about the fight? Or is it something else? Though our sex this morning and last night was amazing, something felt off, but I don’t know what. I decide to put it on the backburner for now. I’m sure it’s nothing, but if it’s something, then he’ll tell me when he’s ready. He always does.
After we finish eating, I clear the plates and push the kids out to the living room for cartoons so I can start my daily routine. I grab my phone and start up Spotify. I put on some Florence and the Machine for my morning clean up. Florence is a goddess . Shimmying and singing along to the playlist, I finish in record time, so I decide to squeeze in some yoga.
The backyard is calling me, so I yell up to Cole that I’m going outside to work out. I walk outside and instantly feel at peace. I love our backyard . It’s quite large, with an oak wooden deck. We are blessed with not one but three cherry trees, a vegetable garden and beautiful flowers, with green bushes and grass surrounding the perimeter.
Switching to The Civil Wars, I lay down my mat and begin my sun salutations. As I’m doing downward dog, I turn my
“I know, baby. Patience. God, do you feel what you do to me? Feel how much I want you? Always, baby. I’ll always want you.” He huffs out between sucking and kneading my breasts, pushing his straining erection against my wet core.
“Oh God, Cole!” I scream as the friction of his pants and his hot mouth on me sends me over the edge, making my entire body convulse in staggering spasms.
“Fuck, Evie. I love watching you come.” He stands up from the couch. Finally taking his pants off, he climbs back on top of me, entering me inch by inch. His head tilts up in pleasure. “You’re so wet, baby. This never gets old. You feel so damn good.”
“ Cole !” I whimper as he moves in and out at a leisurely pace. Gripping the back of my head, resting his forehead on top of mine, he pushes even deeper inside of me, hitting that sweet spot. Sweat is dripping on my face. Our eyes meet, and with a few more thrusts, we come together. We lay there in each other’s arms, breathing into one another. The air is thick with love and an uneasiness that I don’t understand. He looks back up to me with a very satisfied smile on his face. I shake the foreboding feeling and smile back at him.
“I wish we could stay like this all day. But unless we want to traumatize our children, we should probably get up,” he says regrettably.
I laugh. “We wouldn’t want that, now would we?” I reply as he pulls out of me and grabs some tissues from the coffee table.
“Hey, you want me to make you breakfast? An omelet or something?”
And all thoughts of Jake come flooding back. Shit . I wince. “No, no omelets. I think I’m swearing off eggs for awhile,” I say apologetically.
“Pancakes?”
“Pancakes are perfect!”
And so is he.
***
Just as Cole is flipping the last batch of blueberry pancakes, the kids come racing downstairs with wild hair and open arms for good morning hugs. We all sit at the table, stuffing our faces with bacon and soft buttery goodness, talking about our plans for the day. I tell them about the play date they have with Ben. Cheering erupts through mouthfuls of food. I look across the table at Cole and am met with curious eyes. I smile brightly at him, hoping to erase whatever he is thinking. He smiles back, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Answering a question from Dyl about baseball, he turns away from me and I am left with a cold feeling.
What’s on his mind? Is he still distraught about the fight? Or is it something else? Though our sex this morning and last night was amazing, something felt off, but I don’t know what. I decide to put it on the backburner for now. I’m sure it’s nothing, but if it’s something, then he’ll tell me when he’s ready. He always does.
After we finish eating, I clear the plates and push the kids out to the living room for cartoons so I can start my daily routine. I grab my phone and start up Spotify. I put on some Florence and the Machine for my morning clean up. Florence is a goddess . Shimmying and singing along to the playlist, I finish in record time, so I decide to squeeze in some yoga.
The backyard is calling me, so I yell up to Cole that I’m going outside to work out. I walk outside and instantly feel at peace. I love our backyard . It’s quite large, with an oak wooden deck. We are blessed with not one but three cherry trees, a vegetable garden and beautiful flowers, with green bushes and grass surrounding the perimeter.
Switching to The Civil Wars, I lay down my mat and begin my sun salutations. As I’m doing downward dog, I turn my
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