Kim's POV
"Baby, it's not gonna work," I told Y/n.
"We're just giving it a try," Y/n replied.
"Y/nn, he's not even a year old yet," I expressed my concern.
"Don't be sour, come on Psalmy, prove mommy wrong," Y/n encouraged playfully.
"He can't even sit up on his own," I pointed out.
"If you're gonna be negative, you can give us some space," Y/n teased.
"Are you chasing me out?" I fake gasped, playing along.
"Psalmy, your daddy is chasing me out," I said to our son.
"Keep my son out of this, and anyways, you left us and went on a vacation," Y/n responded.
"You're still upset, baby? It was only for the weekend," I asked, moving to kneel behind him. My arms wrapped around his midsection, and my lips moved along his neck, leaving small kisses.
"Stop," he warned, trying to move away from my lips. We hadn't had sex in a while; it's been a month, and the doctor recommended at least six weeks of pelvic rest after the hysterectomy.
"Babe, it's been a month. I'm fine," I reassured him.
"And the doctor said 6 weeks. You have 2 more weeks," Y/n reminded me.
"My body feels fine," I insisted.
"I'm not risking your health, baby," he fought back.
"Let me give you head, then," I suggested as my hand moved around his waist to the strings of the sweatpants he wore.
"Kimberly," he warned.
I groaned in frustration before falling dramatically onto my back behind him.
"Mommy is being dramatic," he remarked, talking to Psalm.
"No, I'm not. I'm horny," I admitted.
"Kimberly! You can't say such in front of Psalm," Y/n scolded.
"Oh, how the tables have turned," I chuckled.
"Don't stress, babe. How about cuddles?" He offered.
"I'm horny, not needy," I responded.
"Let me put him to sleep real quick," he got off the bed and carried Psalm out with him. I sat up and waited, scrolling through my phone to pass some time.
After a while, he came back in and sat next to me.
"What do you wanna do?" Y/n asked.
"You'll say no," I hesitated.
"Anything but sex," he assured.
"Shower with me," I proposed.
"And you'll keep your hands to yourself?" Y/n inquired.
"Yeah, yeah, I will."
.......
He didn't, he failed to resist.
"Oh fuck baby right there," I moaned as my fingers tangled and pulled on his wet hair. My back against the glass of the shower.
My swollen pussy was gushing with wetness, I needed more. I felt him suck on my clit, which drew a series of moans from me.
"I need you so bad baby," I moaned as his tongue moved from sucking my now very sensitive clit dragging his tongue through my folds.
My legs begin to tremble as i try to hold onto anything in the shower, when i fail to find something my hands find his hair.
