Page 171 of Whispered Sins

Daniel

My eyes slowly blinked a few times as they adjusted to the stream of morning light cascading through the window, its warmth only making me more comfortable in the cloud that was my bed. It was Saturday. No need to wake up yet. I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep, but I felt a hand trail down my chest and move slowly down my torso.

I opened my eyes and found Heart looking at me with a sleepy but mischievous grin on her face. I let her hand wander as my eyes explored her naked body that peeked out from underneath the silky white sheets. I held my breath as her fingertips met my length, stroking gently up and down, waking me up. Her eyes locked with mine as I grew hard against her touch.

I reached under the sheets and gripped her hips, pulling her quickly toward me. She let out a little squeal and reached one hand up, wrapping it around the back of my neck, while the other continued moving with more intent now. She leaned her forehead against mine, our breaths growing heavy as we stared at each other.

My mouth met hers. My tongue ran across her lips, coaxing its way inside. She accepted and let me taste her, her tongue meeting mine. As we kissed, my hand moved down her breasts, grazed her stomach, and found what it was looking for between her legs. I felt her suck in a breath while we kissed, as my fingers trailed against her.

As my tongue moved inside her mouth, I dipped a finger into her and it was met with a slickness that made me hungry for more. I moved to the rhythm of our kiss, which was growing more desperate. Her hand gripped my erection harder and began moving faster, matching my desire.

Her hand on my neck moved to my lower back, her fingers digging into me as she pulled me closer. I rolled onto her, one hand still moving against her while the other supported me against the mattress. Her eyes trailed down to my erection she gripped in her hand. She bit her lip as she spread her legs, an open invitation.

I slowly eased my finger from her wet walls and placed my hand on the mattress so I now hovered over her. She positioned herself underneath me, so that my tip was against her wet opening. She massaged it against her, continuously moving up and down the length, her eyes watching as she pleasured herself, never letting me fully inside.

I groaned with pleasure and the desperate desire for more, but she just gave me that teasing smirk that I would never get used to. The one that sent me over the edge. I watched as she moved her hips under me, her legs spreading further.

“Heart,” I whispered somewhere deep in my throat.

Her eyes found mine and I needed her right then. She knew it. She put her hands up by her head and my hand wrapped around them, pressing them into the bed. My other hand positioned myself against her. I could already feel myself throbbing with lust. I eased myself into her, inch by inch, feeling her walls surround me. She let out a cry of pleasure as she writhed underneath me, but I didn’t free her hands.

I eased out and smiled down at her. Her eyes were desperate; hungry. Two could play this game.

I brought my mouth down to her beautiful breasts that were mine for the taking. I flicked my tongue against her nipple lightly before taking it into my mouth completely. I massaged my tongue against her, swirling it around her erect nipple. I felt her breath quicken.

“Daniel,” she said, her voice breathy. “Please.”

I looked up at her as my mouth moved to her other plump breast.

“Please,” she said more desperately.

She pressed her hips up to meet mine.

I smiled, knowing I had this power over her. I pushed her hips back down on the bed and held them there. Her legs opened wide and I plunged inside of her swiftly. She cried out and broke her hands free, meeting my back and digging her fingers into me as I pounded into her again. And again. Until we both were at our peak and crashed into each other, releasing everything we had.

“Fuck,” she said as I fell on top of her.

“Ditto,” I said.

She nipped my shoulder playfully with her teeth as we tried to catch our breath. A moment later, we heard a cry on the baby monitor. Bridgette was awake.

Heart groaned.

“I’ve got her,” I said, kissing her softly on the forehead.

I peeled myself off her and grabbed my sweatpants from the floor, sliding them on. Heart propped herself up on her elbows to watch. I shook my head at her and laughed.

“What? I can’t help it.” She shrugged.

I strode over to the bed and pressed my lips against hers before walking out of the room. Most of our mornings started like this. Mind-blowing sex and then tending to the baby. We were practically hormonal teenagers with how much we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Thank God she lived with me or it would be torture.

Heart had moved in shortly after Bridgette was born. It just made more sense that way. We didn’t want to be apart, and we wanted to raise our baby together as a family. Plus, she had gotten a job in Manhattan at my friend’s firm. She was able to work from home and in the office. I started working remotely some days too. We traded off on who took care of Bridgette.

We made one of the spare bedrooms a nursery, and we had done it all just us two. I didn’t hire anyone. I wanted it to beourthing.

I quietly opened the door to the nursery and walked inside to see Bridgette sitting up and looking at me expectantly.

“Good morning, beautiful girl,” I said as I scooped her up.

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