Insatiable: Beginnings
Sunday mornings are the best. Waking up slowly before the kids get up, enjoying the calm before the storm. Being a blended family was tough sometimes, especially for the kids. Finding where they fit, figuring out where the boundary lines were drawn, sometimes hit and miss but we were all learning together, and with patience it was getting easier day by day. It was never going to be plain sailing with 7 of them to contend with. Just how it goes when fate doesn't let you find your soulmate until later in life.
I open my eyes, the soft light breaking through the gap under the heavy deep purple curtains covering the double window across from the bed. I sigh contentedly, snuggling back into my love, his body curved perfectly against mine, as if he were made to fit me. His strong arm draped over me, his leg leaning gently on my calf, the weight of him comforting, protective. These are the moments I live for.
I wriggle my arm from under me, wondering what time it is and how long we have before the chaos of the day begins. I glance at my watch, 6:30am, still at least 30 minutes of peace with any luck. Doubtful we will get that long but hope springs eternal. I pull my mid length auburn hair around and under me so it doesn't tickle his nose and move closer into him, his breath on my neck sweetly sending shivers down my spine. My back pressed against his chest. I slip my hand into his and hold it against my own chest, my thumb wrapped around where his should be, our fingers entwined. I giggle to myself as I stroke the little scar from his missing digit, my fisting hand, always makes me smile remembering how many hours we laughed over that joke so many moons ago. I feel him stirring, listening to the cute little noises he makes as he wakes. His arm pulls me closer still, I can feel his heart beating against me. It feels like home.
"Good morning beautiful." He says, his voice low and sleepy. His accent, so different to my own, I'm in love with how he sounds. I smile, wondering for a moment how I managed to survive so many years without this wonderful man. I guess the old saying 'you have to kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince' was true after all, and boy had I had my fair share of frogs.
"Good morning baby." I sigh again, pushing back into his crotch, his morning glory poking me between my cheeks.
Unravelling his hand from mine he explores my chest, moving slowly from one breast to the other, pausing to tease each nipple in turn. I moan and sink into his touch, the longing for him growing in my loins. His lips on my neck making me squirm against him. His hand slides down my stomach and dips between my legs, which instinctively part as he approaches. Dipping his fingers in the wetness he groans deeply, an animalistic growl. Fuck! He makes me crazy. I push back harder against him, grinding my full buttocks in a slow teasing manner, another groan in my ear tells me how much he wants me too. His ample manhood pressed between my cheeks, how easy it would be to bend forward so he could slip inside......
The door crashes open, both of us startled back to reality, rolling away from one another quickly. Sara, his 4-year-old daughter, barrels into the room.
"Morning Daddy! Morning Tracey!" She almost squeals as she climbs onto the bed, grabbing his leg to pull herself up. He grasps the covers as she tries to slip in.
"Good morning monkey, not under the quilt remember?" He admonishes lightly, she pouts and her round face scrunches up in disappointment.
"Ok Daddy." The tiny sigh in her voice apparent. I let out a little laugh, she's so cute when she's pouty that I can't help it.
"Sorry angel. We'll get up in a minute and get your breakfast done, want my phone a sec while we get dressed?" I say, the amusement still in my voice. Her frown turns to a grin as I hand over my iPhone, her fingers grabbing at it greedily. "Take it to your room a minute, we won't be long."
Clambering down from the bed she skips to her room, seconds later the sounds of CocoMelon can be heard.
I lean over to kiss him lightly, lingering for a second, the wanting still there but duty calls. I wrap my arms around him for a quick cuddle before stretching out.
"Come on then, little cock-blockers are up." He laughs. "I guess THIS will have to wait."
He gestures to his still engorged cock, clearly a little disappointed. I smile and shake my head mock sympathetically.
"I guess it will baby. Whatever will you do?" The teasing tone making him fake a disgusted face, I stick out my tongue, light heartedly mocking him. "Let's get this day started."
Reluctantly he climbs out of bed, still standing to attention. I roll across the bed so I'm eye level with his big hard cock, looking up at him suggestively. I lick my lips and lean closer, slipping just the tip of him in my mouth, lightly teasing with my tongue. I feel him tense and he reaches for my hair, I pull back, peck him lightly on his glistening eye and wriggle away.
"You fucking tease!" His turn to shake his head in a half mock indignation. He bends to poke me in the side as I roll.
"I'm sorry baby!" I smirk, clearly not sorry at all.
He laughs, quiet frustration apparent in its tone, pulls on some grey cotton shorts and a white tee, and walks towards the door. I watch his taut little ass as he moves, grinning to myself. Pausing in the doorway he turns.
"See you downstairs sweetheart. This isn't over!" He winks and disappears round the frame, pulling the door to so I can get dressed in privacy.
I lay in bed, listening to the sounds of them walking down the stairs. The back and forth chitter chatter, mixed with the inane singing from my phone, making my heart swell. Their voices fading till they reach the bottom. I cuddle the blanket for a few more seconds, lost in the warm fuzzy feeling of being loved, the warmth in my groin still glowing like an ember. I stretch out before throwing it back and getting up. Throwing on some light green cotton gym shorts and a mismatched lilac tank top, I slink towards the bathroom to brush my teeth. Time for the fun to begin.
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The morning passes quickly, barely time to sit. Between dealing with drama, watching mind-numbing kids shows and prepping lunch, it's a blur. Scott was in the kitchen turning his signature roast potatoes for, what felt like, the millionth time, so I manage to breathe for couple of minutes. Sat on the heavy black leather sofa, my legs curled under me, giant Homer mug in hand, I watch Jazz and Sara play.
"Would dolly like more tea?" Jazz proffers the white plastic teapot to a naked baby Annabelle, asking in a sing song voice.
"No, she has some!" Sara shakes her head, irritated at Jazz's obvious lack of observational skills. "Teddy needs some though." She adds, thoughtfully.
"Oh! How silly of me!" Jazz mock gasps, and turns the teapot towards the teddy. "One lump or two, Sir?" She asks, the serious look on her face makes me giggle to myself.
"It's spoons silly!" Sara replies, her frown deepening, little furrows in her brow, such a little diva. I'm taken back to when Jazz was that age and my heart swells again.
"Oh, is it now?" Jazz responds, placing the pot on the cool laminate floor she reaches over and tickles Sara till the frown is replaced by a huge toothy grin, the sweet sounds of her laughter like a bell in the air.
I place my cup on the glass topped coffee table and rise from my seat, padding across the lounge towards the delicious aromas emanating from the kitchen. I reach the doorway and stop, leaning against the wooden frame, watching as Scott moves the tray back into the oven, places the tea towel on the counter and picks up his phone. I smile, drinking him in. He truly is a sight for sore eyes. The crisp white t-shirt snuggly fitting his strong shoulders and slender back. His arms, though not overly muscular, toned beneath the short sleeves. The tattoos adorning his skin dancing as he scrolls. He leans forward, his elbows on the cream marbled counter top, back hunched and head bowed. His ass poking out invitingly, as if asking to be grabbed.
Barefoot, I sneak across the room, silent like a ninja on the white tiled floor. I stand behind him, poised ready to cup his cheeks, I reach forward, reconsider and quickly slap his butt, running back across then kitchen towards the door.
"What the?!" He makes chase, I barely make it halfway when he catches up to me, spinning me around by my arm, turning me to the side and bending me half over, raining his hands over and over on my peachy mounds.
I'm laughing uncontrollably, but the contact of his hand on my cotton clad butt is reigniting the passion from earlier.
"Mmmmm, kinky! Don't stop now I'm already getting wet." I say quietly, standing to face him, smirking wantonly, I raise my eyebrows.
"That makes a change sweetheart." He quips, a sarcasm filled response that has me trying not to smile.
"Cheeky fucker!" I pout, lightly smacking his arm playfully.
He grasps my arm gently and drags me forward, I shy my head away in pretend indignation, looking towards the ceiling like a child in a strop. He slaps my ass again, the smirk still adorning his face, grabbing me by my derrière, he pulls me to him.
I reach up to kiss him, his lips soft and yielding, our tongues dancing a slow sweet tango, the wetness pooling in my pussy, my head clouding with wanting. I slide my hand down his chest, his thick dick springing to life against my hip as I near. Palming him gently, one finger teasing his balls thru his shorts, slipping under him and rubbing painfully slowly. I wanted him so badly to bend me over the counter and take what he wants from me. The need for him growing so strong I moan involuntarily. I slide my my hands under his shirt, his skin is warm beneath my touch, pulling him closer into a deeper embrace. I could stay here forever....
The oven timer pings, breaking through the fog. I release him from my grip and sigh. Back to reality.
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Later that evening we sit snuggled on the sofa, Sara on both our laps, always wanting in on the action. Her tiny arms wrapped around Scott, her feet draped across my lap. My head on his shoulder and an arm resting on her calf. She looked so angelic with her sweet face pressed on his chest, straining to see the tv, one of her whiny kids shows on YouTube keeping her occupied. Her hair wet from her bath, donning Disney princess pjs, her bedtime milk cup on her own lap now empty, she lets out a yawn.
