Chapter 8
Maddie
The last week has been not only routine, but domestic too. Connor went back to work very reluctantly and only because I swore that I was okay with taking care of the baby during the day.
But each day, I feel like I'm shoving him out of the house because the last thing he wants to do is leave. I know he's also leaving the office early each day just to be home as soon as possible.
This man who was the first to take an overtime hour, more work, and stay later than anyone else is now rushing out of the office because it's the last place he wants to be. With this adorable little angel waiting for him when he gets home, who could blame him?
I stare at Faith, who's lying on a blanket on the floor during our playtime that we have every afternoon after her nap. She's napping long enough in the afternoons I'm able to get a decent about of work done myself so it's all working out great.
I absolutely love the routine that we have built over the last week.
Connor dotes on both of us from the moment he gets home.
There are lots of hugs and kisses and gentle touches.
Ever since that first night that I fell asleep in his bed and woke up in his arms the next morning, my cold bed holds no appeal.
Thankfully, he feels the same and we've been sharing a bed every night since, even though nothing beyond kissing has happened. Even with all the complications in our life right now, life is simple with our day-to-day routine.
Wake up with the baby, breakfast, nap time for her and work for me, clean the house, then lunch and naptime and more work.
Maybe watch a little TV, then have some playtime, get dinner ready, and spend the evening with an insanely hot guy.
Finally, falling asleep in his bed and in his arms. Sounds pretty damn perfect to me.
I'm still lying on the floor next to Faith playing with a few toys with her when the door opens and in walks Connor full of energy. He lays his stuff down and is immediately on the floor on the other side of Faith playing with her; the biggest smile on his face.
Seriously, is there anything sexier than a single dad who absolutely loves their kid?
I let him have some playtime with her as I get up and start dinner. It's not long before he joins me after placing Faith in her swing.
"I talked to Megan, and she has all the paperwork filed and thinks that this can be wrapped up within the next week or so, depending upon how busy the court is," he says as he sets the table for us.
We eat, and he talks about his day, before we start our nighttime routine, but tonight just seems different. After he puts Faith down, he joins me on the couch. There are only a few minutes left on this TV show that I was watching, but he seems to have other plans.
Snuggling up to me, he leans, in trailing kisses down my neck, making it very hard to concentrate on the show.
"Connor!" I giggle. "There are only a few more minutes left. I want to finish watching this."
In reply, he places a few more kisses on my neck up to my jaw. "I'm not going to stop you from watching it, but I just can't seem to keep my hands off you."
Even though I try to watch TV, he continues his slow torture. When his lips trail back down my neck to my collarbone and my chest, suddenly, I can't even tell you what TV show I'm watching. The only thing I can concentrate on is the delicious feeling of his lips on my skin.
He's turning me on, and he knows it. As soon as I turn my head towards him, his lips are on mine. His hands are running all over my body, creating tingles and shivers in their wake. I have no idea how or when, but we're now laying on the couch with him over me.
He kisses my breasts over my shirt and gives them a little nip before groaning and sitting up.
"It's too soon,” he says, trying to stop himself. “It's only been a week since our date."
I cup my hands behind his neck and pull him to me.
"If you think about how well we know each other and all of our time together before, it's really like we're at the two or three-year mark of dating. We know more about each other than most married couples, so no, it's not too soon."
He just stares at me and the struggle of what to do is written all over his face. With one more plea, I pull him down to my lips.
"Please, Connor, I need you."
"I need you too, baby, always have." He says before his lips crash onto mine.
His words mixed with the sensation of his kissing me have me so hot that if he doesn't touch me soon, I think I might self-combust.
I can feel the moment he gives in. His whole body relaxes into mine as his hands run under my clothes.
He doesn't move past kissing for so long that I start to wonder if I misread him and he wasn’t going to take things further. When he sits up, he wastes no time pulling his shirt off and then removing mine.
Not delaying, I remove my bra and lay back down breathlessly. Connor stops and stares at me, his eyes traveling over every curve, and I feel as if he is trailing his fingers over me.
Then, leaning down, he places a hand between my breasts and then kisses a trail down to the top of my shorts before looking back up at me waiting for permission. I just nod, and then he is removing my shorts and his.
This slow undressing is so much more of a turn-on than I ever expected it to be. Seeing every inch of skin being revealed is slow torture.
"Don't move." He whispers and stands from the couch.
He is only out of the room a moment, not enough time to cool off. When he walks back into the room, he's already rolling on a condom.
"I want to spend all night dragging this out, but it's been too long since I've been with you, I don't think I will last." He groans the last part as he climbs back on the couch, on top of me.
"You have been turning me on all week, and I'm going crazy.
My cock is rock hard and I'm so turned on I can't stand it. "
His eyes heat with liquid fire. Then he slowly runs a finger over my slick folds before rubbing it over my clit. My hips jerk. I’m already so close to the edge. But I try to fight back my orgasm that wants to break through because I want him inside me so badly.
Thankfully, he doesn't tease me long before climbing over me and placing a soft kiss on my lips.
Then, his eyes locking with mine, he slowly slides into me.
The slow stretch is much like the first time without the pain of losing my virginity, but having him inside me after all these years is almost enough to make me cum.
But when he starts his slow thrusts, I swear he’s hitting a spot that is designed to make me lose my mind.
"Fuck, you feel so damn good, Maddie. Fuck." He groans, and his whole body tightens as he reaches down to play with my clit.
"Cum for me, baby. Fall apart for me, only me." He whispers as he picks up the pace.
Every nerve in my body tightens, and I grip his back, digging my nails in like he's the only thing holding me to Earth. Then I explode, and he seals his mouth over mine to hold in my screams because there is no way with this intense orgasm I'd be able to keep quiet.
A few more thrusts and he stills inside me and groans into our kiss before collapsing on top of me. There is no going back after this. I can feel it in my soul even before he speaks.
"Your mine, Maddie. No going back now. I'm not letting you walk away again."