Page 49 of Milk & Cookie

I kiss her head, peek in on the mini-chefs covering the picnic blanket and themselves in berries and cream, and then quickly whip around to get the bath started. I leave the water running at a low speed, to give myself a bit more time before I take Raven back, to help the girls make some more edible mess. It’s easy to get distracted by watching the three of them play, but I have other things I need to be doing.

I check on the homemade ice cream and finish prepping the salmon for dinner — all to the beautiful soundtrack of giggles and girly chattering.

“What the ever-loving fun…” Gail stops in the doorway, and I approach to relieve her of the wholegrain loaf I called and asked her to set aside for tonight’s meal.

“Perfect timing.” I follow her horrified gaze and pat her gently on the shoulder. “It’s not as bad as it looks, and I promise, I’ll have it sorted within the hour.” I deliver the bread to the kitchen counter and beg a moment from her with my finger. “Would you mind keeping an eye on these three treasures, while I get your daughter into a bath to soak her aches away? She hasn’t been feeling well.”

Gail lifts her eyebrows in apparent surprise but nods.

“Thank you,” I call over my shoulder, as I rush to get the bathwater turned off before I flood the place. The level is just right for me to top it up with more hot water, so it’ll be perfect by the time I get Fred.

She’s in deep focus, reading, and she gives a startled squeak when I gather her into my arms, book and all.

“Well, don’t you look the picture of a woman with a few moments to herself?” I mumble into her skin, nuzzling her neck.

She giggles and squirms away from my tickling beard.

I set her down on the bathroom tiles and start undressing her. She lets it happen, watching me closely — especially when I get to removing her period underwear. She doesn’t shy away or get embarrassed. My Angel would never do that. Her body is nature’s work of art, and I appreciate and respect its rhythms as much as she does. I peel them down her legs, and she steps out of them before lifting the lid of her soaking bucket for them. All so natural.

I press a kiss to her belly, where the heat from the hot-water bottle has made it pink. “You have to pee?”

She does, again watching me with total fascination, as if I’m the walking miracle.

“Your mom’s home, and she’s with the kids, so we have a little time,” I inform her, as I lower her into the bath. I begin to wash her with the soap I can’t smell without getting a fucking partial. I soap and rub her back and arms and breasts and belly, learning her body more with each touch, before I slide my soapy hand between her thighs.

“Can I make you feel better, Angel?” I move her closer to the side of the bath, so I can cuddle her. I press my face into the messy bun of hair piled on top of her head and enjoy her scent. “I read that orgasms can help menstrual discomfort, and I want to take your mind off feeling sad, because although we didn’t make a baby our first time, we’re going to have so much fun trying again.”

She leans into me and parts her legs further, as I stroke her.

“We’re going to have plenty more chances.” I massage her clit and tease her folds. “I’m going to breed you as often as I can, and once we conceive, I’m going to keep fucking you,” I murmur near her ear, before pushing two slippery fingers inside her pussy and pumping them roughly. “Because I want to hear your screams of pleasure, even if your mother doesn’t.”

She grips the side of the bath and pants an involuntary moan, as her gaze flies to mine. “What?”

I chuckle softly and massage her inner walls more sedately, to relax her again. “Your mom and I talked a bit when I was in town, getting some things for dinner,” I explain, encouraging her to ease back against me. “She said I should move into your old cottage across the field, until everyone’s ready for me to live under this roof.

“Really?”

“Mm-hmm.” I lean in and flick my tongue at the corner of her mouth, where her lips are curling up in a smile. “Your mom has also volunteered to mind the kids overnight when we’re… busy.”

I slide my free hand around her body and cup her breast. It spills over my palm, and I stroke the firm milk ducts beneath her skin. “Did I tell you how much I like that your breasts are too big for me to hold in one hand?” I rub my thumb in circles over her erect nipple, and then gently milk her enough to provoke a flow. She melts in my arms with a soft sigh, and I fuck her twitchy little cunt with my fingers while I watch the pale milk swirl into the water.

Fred mumbles something unintelligible, and I smile. “It does feel good, doesn’t it, Angel?” I grind the heel of my palm into her clit and push another finger inside her. The water splashes with the movement of my hand, and her hips begin to rock in a beautiful rhythm. “Good girl. That’s much better than being miserable on the couch.”

She pants and mewls as she nods.

I build and ease my ministrations, edging her, while I explain a few more things. “After I make you come, you’re going to mellow out and read until you’re good and pruny. Then, you’re going to do some relaxing yoga stretching, because you’re right. If we want to make a baby together, we do have to show the universe we’re ready to conceive. We’re going to do everything we can, to prepare for our baby, which includes keeping ourselves in prime breeding condition.”

“Uh-huh.” She rocks her hips at me harder, as if the very idea of this mission turns her on.

I push against the walls of her cunt as she starts to pull tighter, stretching her in preparation for the intensity with which I plan to breed her.

“We’re going to sleep right, eat right, exercise right, relax right, and fuck right,” I tell her, as I squeeze the last of my fingers inside her.

She utters an agreeable moan, while her breaths get even shorter and closer together. I work my way deeper inside her, stretching her entrance as I rub at her clit.

“Everything on the menu for dinner tonight promotes fertility,” I whisper at her ear. “I’m going to make even more cum, and you’re going to catch it with a womb so cozy, no baby could pass up signing the irresistible nine-month lease.”

She’s about to say something, but I force her words to transform into a moan instead. “Come for me, Angel. Show me how much you want it.”

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