ROWDY #2
“True, but I’ve got tunnel vision right now. Until you and Maria are settled in Little Memphis, I can’t really relax, can I?”
Kat watched me for a moment before asking, “Do you worry I’ll try to run away again?”
“Yes, but not as much as I did weeks ago.”
“I was afraid you weren’t the man I wanted you to be,” she said and flipped off the bathroom light despite still hiding behind the door. “I’d wanted you for so long that I couldn’t trust my judgment. But I know you now.”
I smiled at her words. “I know you, too, and I know you get spooked by people. That’s why I want you to feel settled.”
Nodding, Kat stepped out from the dark bathroom in a slinky nightgown and whispered, “Don’t laugh.”
The pale blue fabric rolled over her curves, barely hiding anything that I desperately wanted to get my hands on.
“You need help relaxing, don’t you, baby?” I murmured and dropped my jeans and drawers in one smooth movement. Once I tugged off my shirt, I stood before her naked. “Does this help?”
“I’m properly distracted, yes,” she babbled as her gaze locked onto my partially erect cock. “I’m not ready for all that.”
“No oral. Nothing but exploring until we both feel good,” I said in my sexiest voice before I remembered to be responsible. “But we need to be quick about it since you should be asleep in thirty minutes.”
“Oh, well, you better get to my clit then,” Kat said and gingerly climbed onto the mattress. “I feel too naked in this nightgown. Maybe I should put on more flannel.”
“No, no, flannel will give my boner friction burns,” I said, making her laugh. I climbed into the bed next to her and pulled a plush deep red blanket over us. “I like this silky number you’ve got on.”
Even after I flipped off the light, I could see Kat smiling softly at me.
“I really like your home,” she whispered and stroked my bare chest. “It’s sexy like you.”
“It’s our home. We’ll change whatever needs changing so it feels like both of us.”
“Soon, the entire downstairs will be full of toys, so it’ll mostly feel like the boys.”
“Fair enough,” I murmured and kissed her.
As my tongue stroked hers, Kat moaned at the feel of my hands against her tits. For weeks, they had been tender, but her nipples quickly responded to my touch tonight. Kat deepened the kiss, nearly crawling on top of me.
Realizing she wasn’t wearing panties, I gently nudged her off my hips.
“No penetration,” I reminded my horny woman. “Don’t tempt fate by introducing my dick to your pussy without something to keep them apart.”
“I feel like we could fuck safely,” Kat insisted as her lust shoved aside her common sense.
Kissing her throat, I teased her nipple and groaned at the feel of her fingers wrapping around my cock.
“Don’t force me to be the voice of reason,” I moaned when she stroked me to a full-blown, ready-for-pussy erection.
“We can wait. It’s only a month. Tomorrow, I’ll eat you out, and you’ll suck me off.
It’ll be great, but we need to start fooling around earlier in the evening.
You can’t miss your bedtime, young lady. ”
Kat wore the funniest expression whenever she got sexually denied. Her eyes would narrow, and her upper lip curled up. My woman looked ready to claw out my eyes and take what she wanted.
I kissed her before she could attack. Turning soft and willing, Kat didn’t take much stimulation to walk along the edge of an orgasm. Her fingers stroked me tenderly yet with purpose.
Kat was too aroused to be insecure, even when my hand slid under her slinky nightgown. My fingers nestled between her hot, wet folds, teasing her little pink nub. As her breathing shifted, she stroked me faster. Now, I was the one moaning.
My lips covered hers. Our kiss hummed as our pleasure grew. The blazing hot relief had me seeing stars. Kat whimpered, sounding so relieved after going so long without pleasure.
I kissed her face, enjoying her soft skin. Kat wrapped her arms around me and breathed in my scent. I felt her thinking more clearly now. She was beginning to worry about my reaction to her postpartum body.
“You have battle wounds from carrying my boys,” I whispered against her ear before nibbling at her throat. “I have battle wounds from random fights and stupid pranks. Do you still want me despite my scars?”
“Of course, I do. But I also want to be sexy for you. I think that’s one reason I feared telling you about the boys. I still wanted to be sexy Katie from the back seat, not flabby Kat.”
“Don’t talk shit about the woman I love,” I cautioned and gave her earlobe a warning bite.
“I know you came from the kind of family where people walk away easily, but that’s not how I was raised.
My mom gave birth to four kids. She got big and felt flabby, but my dad never stopped wanting her.
Not because she was hot, but because she was Bebe. That’s how I was raised.”
Kat stroked my face, wanting to believe in something bigger and more magical than she saw growing up.
This woman and I shared a connection. Kat had known that much even back in high school.
But old habits died hard. Kat had been raised by people with chilly hearts, and she trained herself to feel the same way. The only person she let close was Maria.
Now, she had the boys and me. I felt her warming up to my parents. Not just by enjoying their company, but by trusting them to care for her.
One day, she’d trust me like Bebe did Pax. If my love was hot enough, I could thaw the protective ice around Kat’s heart.