I nod. Logically, I know. But at the same time, I am also contemplating if I could stick her inside of some kind of antiviral bubble for the rest of her childhood. “I just hate seeing her like this. Do you think we should take her to the doctor?”
“Let’s wait a few hours before we risk exposing her to more germs,” she suggests, her voice soothing. “Usually there’s not much that needs to be done for a stomach bug as long as we keep her hydrated.”
Less than an hour later Sienna’s breathing evens out and her eyelids flutter as she drifts back to sleep. I plop down in the chair next to her crib and take in a deep breath. Quinn’s eyes are fixed on me. I can tell she’s worried because I’m worried and I feel a pang of guilt for stressing her.
“Why don’t you come lay down?” She pats the bed next to where she’s sitting. “I’ll stay up with her.”
I shake my head. “I don’t think I could sleep even if I tried.”
“Wanna watch Nightmare Before Christmas?” A playful smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth and I pop up out of the chair so fucking fast, my body pulled toward hers like it’s being controlled by some unknown force.
“No,” I say, all but tackling her, laying us both down on the bed and tugging her against my chest. She wraps her arm around me and curls her body against mine.
Sienna has watched the movie on repeat for days now and if I have to hear Jack Skellington sing, “What’s this?” even one more time, my head might explode. I realize she’s too young for very much screen time, but it’s mostly on as background noise. She loves it when we sing along to the songs, and initially, Ithought it had to be better than Cocomelon. Turns out that if you play anything on repeat enough times, it can send a person into psychosis.
“Got any better ideas?” She giggles.
Oh, I have lots of ideas for things we could do aside from sleep.
None of them are appropriate to participate in with a sleeping baby in the room.
That’s why I climb out of bed and scoop Quinn up, carrying her bridal style to the bathroom. She stifles a giggle as the door quietly snicks shut.
Gently, I lower her back onto her feet and reach into the shower to turn on the water. I take the liberty of slowly removing her clothes before shedding my own.
The sound of the water hitting the tiles blends with our hurried breaths as we become lost in each other’s touch. The air is thick with steam and heat when I pull her under the spray.
As badly as I want to fuck her into the tile, the truth of the matter is that neither of us had time to shower this morning because we left in such a hurry. There’s nothing I want more than to just take care of her right now.
I take my time, gently working the shampoo into her long, thick hair. Suds glide down her back and shoulders as I massage her scalp. Once the last traces of conditioner have been rinsed away, I move on to the rest of her, gently stroking every inch of her skin with my soapy hands.
Fuck using a loofah, I want my skin on hers.
Every dip and curve on her body is a fucking work of art, and the urge I have to mark it as my own is all-consuming at this moment.
She sighs as I curl my hand around the crease of her thigh, my thick cock hard against the middle of her back. Her head fallsback against my chest and I love that she goes so limp in my arms.
While I plan to give her several, the fact that she is already so relaxed with me without having even been given an orgasm? Everything.
Her hips undulate like they have a mind of their own, and I flatten my hand against the lowest part of her stomach, forcing her body flush against mine.
“Need something?” I tease her, but it’s unfounded. However much she needs me, I need her tenfold. Maybe more.
She grinds herself roughly against my erection. “Doyou?”
“Yeah, I fucking do.”
I flip our positions and push her against the cool tile of the shower. Her back arches as she lets out a gasp, surprised and turned on by the rough way I handle her.
Dropping to my knees, I hook one of her legs over my shoulder and lap at her pussy like it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. I think it might be.
It’s addicting if nothing else.
She squirms and tries to muffle her moans, but I can feel the tension building in her body. Too quickly, she succumbs to the pleasure, soaking my face.
Every part of my being is focused on pleasuring her, making sure she feels every sensation possible, so even after she comes down from her orgasm, I can’t find it within myself to stop.
As she weakly attempts to push me away, I suck her clit between my lips, and shove two fingers inside her drenched pussy, fucking her with my hand and mouth until she is overcome with another wave of ecstasy.
