POV:
barack sat everything down and put on some music. he sat at the foot of the bed waiting on his wife. after about 10 minutes.....she walked out. "HOLY~" his jaw dropped. "stop it!" michelle said sitting on his lap. "why? you look good babe!" he kissed her cheek. "you think so?" she looked him in the eyes. barack didn't like when she hard on herself like this. "baby, your beautiful." he held her face in his hands. he noticed the tears in her big eyes. "aww, honey." he pulled her into him. this wasn't what he planned but he knows that she has been struggling since having emmy. he just held her letting have a moment till she pulled away. "you okay" barack asked. "i'm fine." michelle giggled pecking his lips. "really?"he smirked moving his hand up her thigh. her breathing picked up. she nodded. barack kissed her lips. "lay down!" he pulled away from her lips. she laid down. "what are doing?" she laughed as he put whip cream on her neck. little did she know it was her sweet spot. he just smiled at her. a gasp and a moan left her lips as he licked and sucked. barack did it again but this time he had his hand in between her legs. michelle eyes rolled back.
"yeahh...you like that huh?" he looked her in the eye. she sallowed before doing anything. he continued going further down her body, lick and sucking whip cream off her. barack reached her womanhood. he stopped. michelle sat up on her elbows. "noo!" she whined. "hold on! i have something to do." he winked. he turned around putting an ice cube in his mouth. he kissed her areas close before devouring her. michelle fell back off her elbows, moaning out. "mmm.....ohhh" she felt the ice cube. "b-ba-bar-barack." she placed her hand on head using her other hand to the pillow behind her. he just kept going and going and going and going! "aww....daddy!" michelle cried out causing him to finally let go. she was breathless! he licked his lip taking off his shorts. michelle grabbed his face kissing him passionately. "mmm..." he hummed running the tip up and down her slit. michelle moaned against his lips slightly. barack pushed into her keeping an consistent thrust causing her to let out a whimper. "you okay, baby?" he pulled away from her lips, stopping. "k-ke-keep g-go-going!" she moaned. michelle wrapped her arm around his neck. "ohh yess!" she moaned gripping his back. just as barack picked up the pace....someone knocked on the door. "MOM!" malia yelled. they both huffed before hearing emmalin crying. barack quickly wrapped up what they were doing to see what is wrong with his babygirl.
"what's wrong?" barack asked opening their door. "she won't stop crying. we changed her and tried feeding her." malia said. "bring her here!" michelle said. "come here princess!" barack took emmalin from malias arms. "night girls!" he said. emmy stopped crying the second she was in michelle's arms. "you okay?" michelle kissed her cheek wiping emmy's eyes as she nursed her. barack had back to the kitchen to return the items. by the time he got back emmalin was sleeping but still nursing. "aww! we made a cutie pie!" michelle grinned. barack smiled. "yeah, yeah we did!" he said kissing her lips.
