Seeing the panic in her face, he gets in the bed with her as he says, "Ker, it's okay. Isa is fine. She's in her crib. I took her from you this morning when I got home, remember?"
After a few seconds, she shakes from her moment of hysteria, and sees him looking back at her. Her brain then processes the words, and out of pure relief, she replies, "Thank God." He holds her in his arms, and she embraces him in return as she calms down.
In an effort to aid her in relaxing. He rubs her back, soothing her, and she begins to take long breaths. Minutes later, she looks up at him as she says, "Thank you."
Sweetly, he smiles as he looks down into her beautiful brown eyes, as he replies, "You're welcome. But, it's you I want to thank. For being the best mom in the world to our little girl."
She appreciates his response, and they share a sweet kiss. The moment settles between them as they change positions, and lay together, cuddling under the covers.
As he holds her snugly against him, she gets comfy in his grip. He knows she loves to feel his chest against her back, it's her favorite position, only second to being in his lap.
Once they're settled she says, "I missed you last night babe." He responds, "I know. I missed you too. Shooting ran later than we planned. But, it's got to be done right."
She smiles and nods, as she says, "Yeah. I know." Grateful she understands his plight. He kisses the top of her head, and tightens his grip around her.
Enjoying his grasp on her, because his body feels so good pressed against hers. She melts into him as she thinks to herself. She knows how he operates all too well. He's quite the perfectionist; something about his work ethic she appreciates.
Her thought processing breaks as she hears him worriedly ask, "Your parents weren't too mad that I wasn't able to see them off were they?"
She assuredly replies, "No, they were fine. They understand how busy our lives can be. Besides, they were here mostly to see Isa. I think both of us could've disappeared and they would've been just fine with her in their arms." He agrees with her sentiment, spending time with Isa was their main mission.
As they rest together, in complete comfort. They both yawn. But, as she moves a bit, to settle in. She feels a rising sensation against her lower back.
Knowing what to expect next, and surely not complaining. In fact, she remains quiet, as she feels his left hand begin to caress her hip, as he kisses on her neck, whispering, "Are you sleepy babe?"
She begins to move her hips against him subtly, as she pushes back against him, as she replies, "A little. But, I could use some help. If you're up to it Mr. Director."
They share a sinful chuckle, as he sensually whispers in her hear, "Get ready for your close up." She bites her bottom lip, and moans, as she playfully asks, "Is it a big one?"
Seductively, he responds, "If you're a good girl, yes. But, you have to be patient. Can you do that?" Dying of anticipation, and feeling her heat level rising quickly. She's losing her grip on reality, as she whimpers, "Ye, Ye, Yes."
Knowing she's completely overtaken by the moment, and enjoying her reaction to him. He forcibly commands, "Close your eyes."
Quickly, she submits to his will, she closes her eyes as she feels her night shirt shimmying up her body, and she simultaneously lifts her leg, giving him full access to her dripping wet, throbbing lady region, as she mumbles, "MMMMM I want it so bad baby."
Loving how badly she wants him, and how good she sounds when she begs him to please her. He too finds his own arousal racing for the finish line.
But, he manages to maintain, knowing this is a marathon, not a sprint. Sensually, he slides his hand from her belly button, down to her lips between her hips.
As his fingertips slowly, but surely near her love den. Her breath hitches, as she feels the smoothness of his touch. Instantly, like someone hit a magical switch. Her flame is raging like a fireplace on a cold winter day.
He feels her body's response, and he smiles inside. He loves how she gives into him, every time, without hesitation, relying on him to bring her full pleasure. Initially, still in the teasing mode. His fingers dance on the outer edge of her full, hairless lips. He caresses her slowly, from top to bottom, driving her insane. She wants, no she needs him, not now. But right now.
So, she turns her face to his, disrupting his sweet, sultry, kisses on her neck, and his sensual grazing of her nub.
Her sudden move shocks him a bit, as she grabs a hand full of his hair with one hand, pulling his face away from hers, and she plunges her tongue into his mouth.
Completely turned on by her aggressive move; his slow, meticulous hand play turns into an aggressive massage of her nub, as well as some deep, punishing finger thrusts, four fingers deep, causing her to thrust like her life depends on it. While their tongues continue to dual for dominance.
Caught up in every motion of his hand play, as she rounds the corner of release; their sloppy kissing breaks as she groans, moans, and grunts.
He feels the rigidity in her body building; she's on the path to release. He verbally encourages her, as he stares into her eyes, "Make it wet for daddy baby." She breathily replies, "MMMM fuck, fuck, T. OOH Shit!"
Her body lifts up slightly off of the bed. She's gripping the sheets as she feels her body careening down the path to orgasm. She can't stop herself, she doesn't want to stop herself. She wants it. She needs it. She's so close to the end.
He feels it too, and he can't wait to hear her let it all go. She's thrusting uncontrollably and he's handling her below aggressively. Suddenly, their motions synchronize, as she hits her stride, and throws her head back, just as he gives her room to do so. Knowing her too well, he was ready for that move.
He then hears her groans turn into mumbles, as she grips his head again, and he feels a flush of wetness burst through his fingers, as she yells, "Fuck, Fuck, Fuuuuck T, MMMM!"