laptop on her lap. She wore a tight white tank top with no bra and the black yoga pants I liked to stare at her ass in. Though she thought she looked frumpy this way – with her hair piled on her head in a bun and her dark-framed reading glasses on – I thought she looked sexy as hell.
“How was practice?” she asked, not looking away from the screen.
“Fine.” I slipped my shoes off and crawled onto the bed, laying down on my stomach next to her.
“Do you know CPR?” she asked, her eyes still glued to the computer monitor.
“Uh … no. Why, are you choking?”
“We have to learn it as part of our adoption home study. And we need to get a carbon monoxide detector. And block access to the fireplace so—”
I wrinkled my face in confusion. “Babies just lay there when they’re little, don’t they? A kid who can’t even roll over isn’t gonna be able to reach the fireplace, babe.”
“But it’s part of the home study, so we have to do it. Do you know what temperature our water heater is set at?”
“Not a fucking clue, why? Is the water not hot enough?”
“No, it’s another thing they might check during the home study.”
“That sounds like bullshit. The temperature of our water heater determines what kind of parents we’ll be?”
Kate wrinkled her brows and looked at me. “No, they just want to be sure it’s safe. So the baby doesn’t get burned in the bath or anything.”
“I still don’t get it. Just because the water can get really hot, that doesn’t mean we’ll make it that hot. It’s not like we wouldn’t check it or something.”
“But we have to pass the home study. Oh—” She reached for a notebook on the nightstand and wrote something down.
“How do you feel about spanking?” she asked.
My brows shot up and my cock woke up from its long, long nap. “I’m all for it. Bend over, baby.”
“No, our children, Ryke.” She glared at me. “This is serious.”
I turned over and stared at the ceiling, running a hand through my hair. “Isn’t that discussion like years away? Obviously we’re not spanking a baby.”
“But they can ask questions like that in a home study.”
“I really think I could get a better feel for this question if you’d bend that sweet ass over and let me go to town on it.” I bit her thigh playfully and she smiled. “Leave the glasses on. I wanna spank the naughty teacher.”
“This is serious, babe. We have to be on the same page about things. What about your religious preferences?”
I groaned and dropped my face to the mattress, turning to face her. “Let’s not talk about that in bed. You know my thoughts, anyway. You married a good Catholic boy.”
She smiled and reached her fingers into my hair, combing through it. “Good?”
“Yeah. I’ll give you a good hard spanking and a good long fucking.” I slid my hand under her ass and squeezed it. Her gaze went back to the computer screen.
“Did you know that women who adopt newborns can still breastfeed?” she asked.
“Really?”
“Yeah, you can stimulate your breasts somehow to produce milk.”
I sprang up on all fours and took the computer, setting it on the floor. “That’s it. All bets are off when you start talking about stimulating your breasts.”
When I climbed on top of her, supporting myself on my knees and pinning her hands above her head, my whole body buzzed at the feel of her soft, small frame beneath me. It’d been way too long since I’d felt her nipples pressed against me. Even through our clothes, my cock stiffened into a rod at the feel of the crease beneath it.
I lowered my mouth to hers, eager as a high school kid with his first boner. I’d never gone anywhere close to two months without sex, and it needed to end. My balls tightened when she slipped her tongue into my mouth. I was starved for her – fucking desperate to spend an entire evening in bed rediscovering the feel of her pussy clenching my cock when she came.
I was a sappy fuck
“How was practice?” she asked, not looking away from the screen.
“Fine.” I slipped my shoes off and crawled onto the bed, laying down on my stomach next to her.
“Do you know CPR?” she asked, her eyes still glued to the computer monitor.
“Uh … no. Why, are you choking?”
“We have to learn it as part of our adoption home study. And we need to get a carbon monoxide detector. And block access to the fireplace so—”
I wrinkled my face in confusion. “Babies just lay there when they’re little, don’t they? A kid who can’t even roll over isn’t gonna be able to reach the fireplace, babe.”
“But it’s part of the home study, so we have to do it. Do you know what temperature our water heater is set at?”
“Not a fucking clue, why? Is the water not hot enough?”
“No, it’s another thing they might check during the home study.”
“That sounds like bullshit. The temperature of our water heater determines what kind of parents we’ll be?”
Kate wrinkled her brows and looked at me. “No, they just want to be sure it’s safe. So the baby doesn’t get burned in the bath or anything.”
“I still don’t get it. Just because the water can get really hot, that doesn’t mean we’ll make it that hot. It’s not like we wouldn’t check it or something.”
“But we have to pass the home study. Oh—” She reached for a notebook on the nightstand and wrote something down.
“How do you feel about spanking?” she asked.
My brows shot up and my cock woke up from its long, long nap. “I’m all for it. Bend over, baby.”
“No, our children, Ryke.” She glared at me. “This is serious.”
I turned over and stared at the ceiling, running a hand through my hair. “Isn’t that discussion like years away? Obviously we’re not spanking a baby.”
“But they can ask questions like that in a home study.”
“I really think I could get a better feel for this question if you’d bend that sweet ass over and let me go to town on it.” I bit her thigh playfully and she smiled. “Leave the glasses on. I wanna spank the naughty teacher.”
“This is serious, babe. We have to be on the same page about things. What about your religious preferences?”
I groaned and dropped my face to the mattress, turning to face her. “Let’s not talk about that in bed. You know my thoughts, anyway. You married a good Catholic boy.”
She smiled and reached her fingers into my hair, combing through it. “Good?”
“Yeah. I’ll give you a good hard spanking and a good long fucking.” I slid my hand under her ass and squeezed it. Her gaze went back to the computer screen.
“Did you know that women who adopt newborns can still breastfeed?” she asked.
“Really?”
“Yeah, you can stimulate your breasts somehow to produce milk.”
I sprang up on all fours and took the computer, setting it on the floor. “That’s it. All bets are off when you start talking about stimulating your breasts.”
When I climbed on top of her, supporting myself on my knees and pinning her hands above her head, my whole body buzzed at the feel of her soft, small frame beneath me. It’d been way too long since I’d felt her nipples pressed against me. Even through our clothes, my cock stiffened into a rod at the feel of the crease beneath it.
I lowered my mouth to hers, eager as a high school kid with his first boner. I’d never gone anywhere close to two months without sex, and it needed to end. My balls tightened when she slipped her tongue into my mouth. I was starved for her – fucking desperate to spend an entire evening in bed rediscovering the feel of her pussy clenching my cock when she came.
I was a sappy fuck
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