Yes Please || c.g. {complete}

In the Fort

72

.Carl.

Valentine's Day fell on a Wednesday, and although I didn't have to work that day, Layla had class. Before she woke up, I took care of the dogs and made her breakfast. I brought the food into the bedroom and set it on the dresser before I climbed into bed behind her. I brushed her hair back and kissed her neck, earning a happy sigh from her as she began to stir.

"Happy Valentine's Day," I murmured against her skin.

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby," she replied sleepily, rolling over onto her back to look at me. "What smells so good?"

"I made you breakfast," I grinned.

A smile lit up her face. "Aw, you did?"

I rolled off the bed to grab the plate of bacon, eggs, and toast, and the glass of orange juice.

"Oh my god, you are the sweetest!" she beamed as I handed them to her.

"Anything for my babymama," I winked.

She sat up and began to eat the food I'd made for her. "Mmm, you need to make me breakfast more often."

I laughed, lying beside her with my head propped up. "You are the chef, baby, not me. I just know how to make eggs without burning the place down."

She grinned at me and shook her head. "No, these eggs are perfect! All of it is. Thank you," she said, leaning down to kiss me.

"Can't you stay home sick?" I begged against her lips, although I knew better.

She sighed against me. "I wish." She leaned back again to continue eating. "I have a paper due and a big quiz."

"On Valentine's Day?" I asked, scrunching my nose. "Damn, these college professors need to get laid. Just because they're not getting any doesn't mean the rest of us need to suffer."

She giggled. "I am looking forward to whatever else you have planned today," she grinned at me.

I smiled again. "One of my plans happens after you finish that food. I need to eat too, you know," I winked at her.

"Carl!" she laughed, although I saw her squirm a little.

She ate the rest of what I gave her. As she put the last bite in her mouth, I began to trail my fingers up her leg.

Her eyes widened and she chewed slowly as she watched me.

My hand got to her knee, and I continued to trail it up her inner thigh.

Layla gulped down the bite in her mouth as my fingers inched closer to where we both wanted them. As I was about to touch her, she sucked in a breath and I reached for her plate to set it aside. She stared at me incredulously and I laughed as I resumed my path.

She gasped as my fingers teased her through her underwear before slipping underneath them. "Yes," she whispered, scooting forward so she could lie back down.

I reached up to pull her underwear down, and she eagerly lifted her hips so I could slide them off. I lay down between her outstretched legs and grabbed onto her hips as I began to work her with my mouth.

"Oh, Carl," she moaned as she tangled her fingers in my hair. "Yes!" she breathed, writhing beneath me.

I grinned against her before doubling down on my efforts. Within moments, she was crying out and pulling my hair as she bucked her hips against me.

"Fuck," Layla breathed as she came back down. "Pregnancy orgasms are so fucking intense."

I grinned as I crawled back up to lie next to her.