Page 38 of Coming Home for Love

“Si, baby, I’m about to…” My words were clipped as I came on his tongue and squirted on the bed.

Osiris moaned as he continued to lick and suck on my pussy.

When he had his fill, he moved to the head of the bed and positioned himself on the side of me.

“Turn on your side,” he demanded.

Lately, the only way we’d been able to have sex was if I was on my side. Anything else had been uncomfortable.

Doing as he said, I turned on my side and tooted my ass. I wasn’t sure how much longer we would be able to have sex, but I was going to enjoy it until our baby decided to grace us with her presence. Finding out we were having a girl sent Osiris into super protective mode. We moved into the house he purchased for us, and he had someone install a fence around it, and we had state-of-the-art cameras. After that situation with Shannon, he told me he wasn’t playing about mine or our kids’ safety, and I agreed.

Osiris lifted my leg, and we both moaned when he slid into me.

“Pussy too damn wet, Wyn. I’m about to slide out of this muthafucka.”

His fingers dug into the skin of my side as his dick slid in and out of me.

I turned my face into my pillow to muffle my moans.

He made love to me for another few minutes until we both reached our climax.

“Do you feel up to cooking breakfast with me?” Osiris asked while his dick was still deep inside of me.

I yawned and stretched. “Yes. Can we shower first?”

“Of course, we can, but we better make it quick because you know once your son wakes up, he’s going to bang on the door for some food.” He chuckled then got out of bed.

He came around to my side of the bed and helped me up. I placed my hand in his and followed him to the en suite. While he turned on the shower with multiple showerheads, I used the bathroom.

When I was done, Osiris helped me into the shower.

As he washed my back, I felt a cramp and grabbed my stomach.

“You good?”

“Yeah, just a little cramp. I’m okay. Dr. Beckam said it was normal to have some cramping.”

“I remember. Are you sure you okay with cooking?”

I turned to face him and let the water rinse me off. I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed his chest. “Yes, love. I’m okay,” I assured him, but truthfully, I wasn’t sure. I didn’t want to worry him, so I kept my thoughts to myself.

He leaned down and kissed my lips. “Okay. Let me know if you aren’t though. I don’t want you to overexert yourself.”

I smiled at him and reassured him again that I was fine.

We spent a couple more minutes in the shower, loving on each other.

“What made you be a food critic instead of a chef since you went to culinary school?” I asked Osiris as we stood at the stove together making breakfast.

I rubbed my stomach while Osiris flipped the bacon.

“At some point, I realized I enjoyed eating the food more than I liked cooking. My parents weren’t too pleased at first since they spent money on me going to culinary school, but they understood.”

“Daddy.” Little O came running into the kitchen.

Osiris bent down and opened his arms. “Hey, man,” he said as he hugged him. “Are you going to say good morning to your mom?”

Little O reached for me, and I took him from his father’s arms. He wrapped his little arms around my neck, and I snuggled him against my chest.

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