Foolish Behavior

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***A/N mild smut ahead. And some dark imagery***


"Mmmmmmm. Morning blue eyes", Stevie reclines in our new bedroom both of us lazing around early on Sunday morning "Morning sweetheart". She wraps herself around my body kissing the center of my chest as he naked body rubs against mine, I feel her grip me under the sheets "Something on your mind Steph?" she giggles, our lips meeting as she caresses me "Just thinking about how much I love you". Her eyes shine with mischief and want her desire evident. Our bedroom is roughly the size of our entire condo with a massive master bathroom and his and hers closets. Stevie's full of shawls, dresses, and designer clothes. Mine full of basic jeans, shirts, and suits.

Our room employs double doors which open onto the landing, Sara's room is off to the left and as I suspected Stevie had it decorated like an enchanted forest, the walls have inlaid vines and sculpted adornments on their shaped like leaves and branches. Scenes from some of her favorite stories have been carved into the walls and base boards including Rhiannon, Peter Pan, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, and Beauty and the Beast. We splurged on a set of baby monitors something I looked into in a modern parent magazine. The size of our house making it impractical for us to remain right next to Sara at all times.

We put in a fountain and a hedge around the house, a botanical garden, a green house, a car port, and a walking path that meanders through the property giving us access to the woods and the pathway to the road. Our nearest neighbors are five miles away, that's my favorite part other than my state of the art studio. I had the same crew who set up Eric Clapton's home studio do mine and I have to say I'm beyond giddy to head into my "laboratory" as Stevie calls it.

The rest of the house I left to her and the contractor to create and she does what she does best, created. I'm truly delighted by how our house turned out, it's a private world for Sara to grow up and us to be together as a family.

"It's still early for Sara to get up yet..." her hand caresses my chest my erection trapped between our bodies as we slowly kiss "Stevie---" she finds me then her legs wrapping around my waist as I press against her entrance, she engulfs me sliding down leisurely as I fill her "Mmm Lindsey, make love to me" I roll us over pressing her into the mattress "Yes, baby" she's soft, and so inviting beneath my heavy body as I start moving inside her. If there's a better way to wake up in the morning I'm not aware of it.

We're slow; kissing and teasing as much to arouse each other as to connect intimately. We climax as one, Stevie bowing backwards into the massive bed surrounded by thick pillows and warm covers her mouth open on a sigh. I groan into her neck my body spilling inside hers. I pull out and we both gasp at the loss of connection, I taste her lips the two of us connecting on that basic level as the sun gently streams into our bedroom.

"Linds, we should get out of bed" I nod cupping her breast. We really should, yep we should leave our bed. Because I neglected to earlier I take her breast in my mouth tugging gently on her nipple, she holds me to her, lips parted as she sighs my name. She scratches her nails in my beard "I think it's time for a trim Wildman" I pull away from her breast cocking my eyebrow in amusement "I didn't say stop" her face is coquettish, teasing, and I return to my work happily pulling her other breast into my waiting mouth.

Pulling all the way back I ghost my fingers over her ripe peaks, watching as she closes her eyes and moans at my touch. "I can't wait to have you in every room of this house" her eyes slide open lashes batting at me flirtatiously "I believe the bathroom has yet to be christened" chuckling I'm just about to carry her to our walk-in shower when the baby monitor crackles, and we can hear Sara babbling on the other end. She looks at me in apology and I kiss her hands "We have plenty of time Steph, literally the rest of our lives".

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