The next morning he stood beside her watching her sleep. Her hair was slightly ruffled, her cheeks rosey, and her puffy lips slightly open. He brushed the hair out of her face softly and bent down to kiss her cheek. Then he slid the duvet aside and scooped her up into his arms, bringing her down on his lap on a large sofa near the bed. Charlotte’s eyes fluttered open.
“Good morning, sunshine,” he smiled at her holding her close. Charlotte smiled back sleepily, cuddling herself further into his chest. His heart felt warm and full. Tipping forward slightly he reached for a baby bottle that sat on the coffee table before the sofa, filled with warm hazelnut milk and blended with raw cacao. He slipped the nozzle between Charlotte’s lips and she began to nurse on it slowly, still half-asleep. Her stomach filled with the warm liquid and she felt both safe and vulnerable at the same time. Safe because, he held her and fed her, making her feel cared for and loved, and vulnerable because it was a peculiar thing to let him hold her and feed her like this, to have him watch her feed from a baby bottle.
He watched her lips, mesmerised by the rhythmic softness of what they were doing. Charlotte’s eyes opened and looked up into his; something clenched in his lower belly and he pushed the bottle aside and onto the table and slid Charlotte off of his lap and onto the sofa. His breathing deepening, he pushed Charlotte’s night dress up to her waist and pressed her white briefs aside, unzipping himself and thrusting into her without any preparation. Having just woken up, Charlotte was as closed as a clam shell, and she let out a yelp of pain, this spurned him on to go faster, needing her as he always had when he surpressed his desires in the shower as she lay alone in her bedroom. He cupped her face, kissing her where he could reach, whispering to her that everything would be alright, she needn’t be scared, he wasn’t hurting her, it would all be over soon.
Honestly, it hadn’t been his intention to befall her like this again so soon after their first time, but she really had the sweetest way about her and it was so hard to resist.
When he was done he picked her up and set her down in the tub in the bathroom, which he filled with warm spudsy water before climbing in to sit behind her, pulling her body against his.
“You truly are such an angel, aren’t you?” he whispered to her rubbing her belly through the warm water.
Charlotte was rumpled from the sudden exertion this morning, but it was a welcome display of affection, and leaning back onto him in this water felt glorious in a way that she had hoped for for so very long.