Muted
Author's note: This is my first lemon! Honestly, I wanted to go all out on this one, go to raunchy, horny places but I retrained. Because it was a sequel, I want to fix some plot to in, if only a little. Following the themes of the last chapters, it delves into Grunkle for Grandpa and Hotpants for Grandma. Rated M for Adult themes.
I locked the door behind me, house and car keys rattling with every movement, enhancing the quiet ambiance. Muscles tense, I hung my hat and jacket on the coat hanger, ignoring the mountain of bills and fees on the coffee table, trudging over the whining floorboards and into the kitchen without an acknowledging glance. Leaning over the countertop, I combed a hand through thick locks, a firm frown hardening my features. Although I refused to give my financial issues any attention tonight, the burden weighted heavy on my shoulders, a horrible ending to a shitty, horrible day. Head hung; I chuckled to myself, thinking back to the day my father kicked me out the house; his words were harsh and damning, yet ringing true. Treating me like the dirt beneath his feet, he flat out told me how worthlessness was, how I was a failure in eyes. Eighteen and a father to be, naïve and horrified then with my life a crumbled mess.
Fast-forward a year, the wreckage still remained only now a little more organized and defined. Breathing through my nose, I made my way across the hallway to the nursery door, beaconed by a beautiful, singing voice. I leaned on the doorframe, taking in the moment from a far, my whole life in front me, a family who need me and I them.
Clad in a thin nightgown, Carla cradled the newborn to her chest, nursing him quietly with her legs curled beneath her. Meeting my gaze, her excited smile coaxed me forward, and before I knew it, I knelt before her with my hand locked with hers. Finishing his meal, the baby acknowledged me with a toothless gurgle, his eyes widening in curiosity. Giggling, she guided the bundle into my welcoming arms, cooing at the newborn. Lids heavy, the infant's chubby hands fisted my hanging bow tie, lolling in and out of consciousness yet determined to remain awake. I made a trek around the room, my movements coaxing him to sleep. Giving him a quick kiss on the forehead, I laid him in the furry-ridden crib, chuckling at his furrowed brow and chubby frown, 'Only weeks old and already acting high and mighty, huh?'
- Warning: NSFW -
Wordlessly drawing me in by the collar, we kissed for the first time in hours, tongue gliding across the other, tasting the very being we craved all day. Hooking my arms under her knees and back, I carried her across the hall, encouraged by her breathless giggles. Tossing her on the creaking bed, I kicked off my loafers, climbing over her body. Ducking forward, I began kissing her again with a new fervor, my teeth grazing her bottom lip. Granting me tongue access, she moaned into my mouth. Her fingers kneading my knotted muscles, I hissed at the feel of her comforting touch, breaking away from that enticing little mouth of hers. Arms encircled my neck drawing me in, her mouth feathering across my collarbone. I fisted the comfort beneath me, grunting at the flied nerves and taut muscles.
A hoarse growl rumbled in my chest, my head fitting nicely in the curve of her neck. Her breath hitched at my touch, my finger feeling along the curve of her thigh and back again. Lashes fluttering across tinted cheekbone, her head lolled back, baring more neck from my greed mouth. Withering beneath me, her nails clawed the skin of my back, legs tightening around my waist. Gaze meeting hers, my groin throbbed against the tight boxer-brief fabric, my hitching at the dangerous friction.
I roamed the skin beneath her gown, hiking the fabric over her head, my gaze enjoying the bounce of her freed breasts. Nibbling a rigid nub, tasting warm breast-milk, my hands moved between her thighs, rubbing the fabric beneath her wet core. Underwear tangled around her ankles, my fingers rubbed along her tight folds, thumb flicking her bean before rooting knuckles to the hilt. I teethed each breast, rolling the erect skin with a lithe tinge, grunting at her begging cried a lewd rutting. I chuckled at her eager ruts, my fingers breaching at a frantic rhythm, circling and hooking, luring breathy moans and arcing brows. Lids heavy and cheeks tinted, my gaze never left hers, transfixed by her body language and begging whines.
Bucking against my curled fingers, her hands fisted my hair, clenching tight at my teeth, and hooking fingers. Rubbing my rock-hard bulge, I removed my fingers from her delicious cunt, kneading along the bean before receding all together. Tears rimming her bottom lashes, her whines of frustration hastened my movements, my belt loosened and hanging. I didn't care for grace tonight, the yanking the waistband of my flat fronts, bunching the thick fabric around my knees, enough to fully free my erection. I knelt between her legs, grinding my length against her core, an inch caught within her folds. Holding the back of both knees, I buried myself to hilt, hissing at the tight fit, the first in months. Don't get me wrong, I love baby bumps as much as the next guy, but I favored life after for many reasons.
I held my breath at the feel of her warmth clenching around me, her brows furrowing and arcing. Her mouth hung in raw bliss, back arching off the bed with curled toes, her breasts moving against my heaving chest. Her nails bit, breaking skin and coaxing excited grunts. I rocked in a gentle rhythm, mindful of her dull aching body following hours of labor, fisting the blankets, forcing myself to focus through the euphoric haze. I could feel my restraint crumbling at her horny-ridden moans and cries, my throat raw, her name rolling off my tongue.
"Carla…!"
-The end-