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When Frankie returns home, he finds you and Vivi in the backyard. He runs a hand through his freshly trimmed hair, wondering if you’ll like it. He’d been lazy to get it cut recently, letting it grow out just a bit more than usual. When the barber asked him what he wanted, he opted to keep just a bit of the length solely because the last two times he went down on you, the way you were able to bury you fingers in his hair and tug was something he hasn’t forgotten. That paired with the way you rode his face last night, you used it perfectly to keep yourself steady over his greedy mouth.
Opening the back door, he takes a moment just to watch you two. Vivi waddling a bit as she gets better at walking, heading over to the bright purple flowers he planted a couple days ago. You laugh at her excitement, one hand placed on your aching lower back while your other rubs over your small, growing bump.
A bumblebee lands in the center of one of the flowers and Vivi goes to grab it in her tiny fist prompting you to act.
“Sweetie, no!” you panic and rush to pick her up. There’s a twinge of pain in your back that makes you wince, but you lift your daughter up anyway. Frankie’s rushing over the second you bent down to get her, “Baby, wait! I’ll get her!” he offers but not fast enough.
Turning to see your husband jogging over, you start to say you’re okay, but the sight of him steals your breath away. His hair is combed back a bit and you can tell he still has some length to it. With the fitted black t-shirt on him, he looks even sexier than usual.
Frankie’s too concerned to notice your heated gaze, “I don’t want you hurting yourself, amor.”
You mumble out a weak explanation of the urgency with the bee, when you reach out and brush your fingertips along his temple, “Jesus, Frankie.”
His cheeks heat up, “That bad?”
“Bad? If I wasn’t already pregnant right now, I would be just from looking at you.”
He’s in the middle of taking his daughter from your arms when he laughs at your response. Vivi sits on his hip and he finally realizes just how you’re looking at him. The brush of his tongue across his lower lip does nothing to calm the pulsating need between your thighs.
The low timbre of his voice drives you wild, “Good thing I got you pregnant the fun way.”
“Honey,” you whine with the arousal you’re trying to will away until later tonight when Vivi’s asleep. It only makes Frankie grin before his arm moves to slip around your waist, drawing you up against his firm body. A tiny gasp leaves your lips when the move causes you to rub up against his denim-clad thigh. Eyes already on your husband, the sound instantly darkens his eyes with a lust that has your nipples perk. Before you can try to push yourself away from him to save you both, his large palm is smoothing across the curves of your ass before grabbing the meat of it with appreciation.
You’re breathless, “Frank,” you give a quiet warning despite your eyes flitting between his eyes and his lips. Vivi babbles innocently as she watches a few birds sitting in a bush.
Frankie gives you the sweetest request, “One kiss, Girasol.”
A shake of your head, “You don’t seem to fully understand what you’re doing to me right now. I will literally combust,” you try to be serious only to have him breath out a low chuckle. The hand on your ass pulls you tighter against him and then drags you up just enough to cause a small friction of his thigh against your crotch.
Your body shudders as you gasp out, “Ohhh,” and your forehead falls to his jaw. Frankie turns his head enough to press a kiss to your forehead. He smooths his hand across your ass once more before he pats your hip.
“If only you gave me a kiss,” he smirks.
Pressing against his chest, you step back, “You stay away from me until she’s asleep,” pointing a finger at him with heated cheeks, “You cannot be trusted,” you playfully glare at him before walking back towards the house.
Frankie laughs from behind you, then looks to his young daughter, “Mommy’s wound up tight, huh?” before tickling her belly to make her giggle.
Once nighttime falls and your daughter is asleep, your bedroom is the only room with a soft light on. You and Frankie lost your clothes almost immediately after shutting the door to Vivi’s nursery.
Right now, the ridge of your knuckles are white as your hand stays firmly curled over the headboard. Frankie’s face is buried between your ass cheeks, spread apart with his thick fingers as his tongue laps at your puffy, sopping cunt.
“Ohhhh, fuck, baby. Yes, oh my god!” you moan with eyes squeezed shut.
Frankie circles your slit with his tongue before dipping it inside of you. Your other arm is reached behind you, fingers buried in the tamed curls of his hair and tightening around the strands. Every surge of pleasure is met with a sharp tug of his hair as your body reacts. He groans in arousal with each pull which sends a delicious vibration against your clit. It’s a blissful circle of pleasure.
The orgasm building finally crests and you hold him tight as your roll your hips against his tongue to help you ride it out. Your juices soak his mustache and drip down his chin but he lets you use his face the way you need. With your energy melted away, you release his hair and the headboard, dropping to your side with heaving breaths.
Frankie grabs your thigh and pulls you down to him more, causing you to move onto your back. You watch him wipe your arousal off his face and then wipe it across your nipples. He kisses you with hunger before moving lower and licking the sweet taste of you from your breasts. Your hips buck, desperately seeking out his girth. Frankie’s lips pucker around your pebbled peaks, sucking and licking as he spreads your legs. Taking a hold of himself, he blindly guides his head to your entrance, then slides inside you with ease as his mouth moves to your other tit.
As he expected, your hands bury in his hair as you arch your chest up more. Sexy moans spill from your lips. He leaves your chest with a run of his tongue up between your breasts. You’re already tugging him by the hair to meet your lips in a heated, wet kiss.
“Did I actually tell you how much I love your haircut?” the last word coming out in a gasp just as his hips snap into you.
Frankie smirks, another snap of his hips, “You’re showin’ me now, just like I hoped you would,” and then he starts fucking you harder.