EroticReverie

Kash

I wake up in the morning, shooting up in bed, when I reach over for Tatum and she's not there. 

"Tatum!" I yell. Throwing the covers off, not even bothering to fucking put on pants. My morning wood painfully hard and I grab it, groaning as I get up out of bed and then open the bedroom door to immediately start looking for her. 

I clench my jaw as I hear the music downstairs. Hear the faint sound of her voice singing along to music in the kitchen I'm assuming from where the sound is coming from, and the smell of food. 

I hated when she got up early. Which wasn't fucking often. I was used to her being right there when I woke up, because the fucking woman slept in every god damn day for the most part. Some might say it's lazy, but I found it fucking adorable. I loved how she slept like the dead, and how she got cranky whenever I tried to get her up early. 

I turn back to the bedroom and grab a pair of boxers, slipping them on, going to the bathroom, washing my face, shaving and trimming, and brushing my teeth before I head downstairs. 

When I get down there , I hear the whirring of a the kitchen mixer, hear her singing still and find her wearing nothing but an apron. Fucking hell, the woman was a little boner witch. Constantly giving me painfully hard erections every second of the fucking day. 

It's not even a real fucking apron, it's something she must have bought, because it's nothing but a sheer white fabric, with slight ruffled lining on the edges, it's pulled over her neck, draped loosely, her breasts, showing at the sides as she reaches up into the cabinet for something on her tip toes, that hot little ass lifting, along with her bare feet, her toes pushing her up, and she doesn't see me as I watch her struggle to reach whatever it is she needs and I smile as I watch her push up and lift a knee to the counter. My head tilting, to take in the view of her pussy from behind as her legs part and she pushes up until she brings the other knee up. I shake my head and walk in. 

"Woman." I say making her jerk in surprise, she drops the container in her hand and it hits the counter, rolling off and onto the floor as her head whips around.

"What are you doing up already?!" she pouts. 

I smile, walking into the kitchen as she turns slightly and sits on the counter to go ahead and get down, but I move over quickly and shake my head. 

"nuh uh, stay right there." I say and she pushes at my chest. 

"I'm baking" she says.

"Not anymore you arent" I say as I stand between her legs, and smile as I look down at her little fucking sexy apron. 

"Where the fuck did you get this?" I ask as I look at the transparent fabric, her gorgeous tits on almost perfect display, her hot fucking pussy uncovered as I push the little apron up. 

"You dont like it?" she asks. I cock my brow and lift my eyes from between her legs and to her eyes.

"Quite the opposite." I tell her and she gives a little smile. 

"Cmere" I say and scoot her ass forward a little more, and then push down the front of my boxers. 

"I'll show you how much I like it." I say as she she looks down at my hard cock and I stroke it. 

"Kash I'm baking for you" she says in a weak protest.

"And thats fucking precious, thank you" I say. "But you know what I want more than to watch you burn the house down?" I tease her and she narrows her eyes at me. 

"I'm not burning the house down." she says.

"yet." I say and she rolls her eyes and then looks back at me and I smile. 

I push the head of my cock against her pussy, watching her bite her lip and both of us looking down.

"You've got one sexy little pussy Tate, you know that?" I ask her, even though she knows damn well how much I worship every fucking part of her. 

"Mhmm" she say and I lift my eyes, a small smirk on both our faces.

"Be a good house wife and get it wet for me Tatum" I say and watch her inhale slightly and then bite her lip hard and give me a little nod. 

I grin and look down, stroking the head of my cock between her lips and over her clit. 

"Tell me when it's ready for me sweetheart" I say and she whimpers and I grin and look up at her. 

"Yeah, we know it's always ready for me isn't it?" I ask and she nods and grabs me behind the neck and pulls my grinning lips to hers. 

"I love you" she moans, as she kisses me and I push into her. 

I groan as I sink easily into her, her mouth parting and her head going back.

I watch the look on her face, never tiring of watching her when she feels me inside her. That first initial thrust, the way her face displays exactly the same reaction I have. Perfection. Bliss. Everything. We were everything together. 

"Kash" she whimpers when I don't pull out , she kisses me again, grabbing my face, moaning into my mouth, her legs wrapping around me, her arms around my neck, her breasts against my chest. 

Last night, I hated the look on her face after Jack and that bitch crashed the party she threw for me. I hated fucking parties when they were for me, hated surprises. But I knew what it meant to HER, to do something like that for me. So while I wasn't normally into surprise birthday parties, I'd loved it. Because it was Tatum who did it for me. I'd let the girl do absolutely anything she wanted. It was painfully obvious that she's had me wrapped around her finger since day one. I'd never wanted something so bad, or needed it as bad as I wanted and needed her that night in the club. I didn't expect to fall in love with her, but fuck, I had. I just knew I had wanted her, and had to have her. Then she moved in, and that was that. I was hooked on the little pain in the ass. Trying to keep myself distanced, trying to keep myself cold, but the more that I did that, the more I just wanted to fucking give her everything she wanted. The more I realized you don't just fuck a girl like her, you fucking love her, and worship her. And you don't even fucking get a choice. She was irresistible, and perfection. Last night made me fucking want to hit a woman for the first time ever. I wanted to slap that Stella bitch across her face.  

When Tatum had thought I was ashamed of her, because that bitch had tried to embarrass her, it killed me. I'd never had anyone give a damn about my feelings or how things affected me, more than Tatum did. The fact she even thought I would be ashamed of her, also made me upset. Because, the thing she thought I would be ashamed of, was the very thing that made me pursue her. The fact that she was a stripper, turned me the fuck on. How she knew what a sexy fucking woman she was, and used it to her advantage. I'd made her a god damn stripper room for fucks sake. Okay, well. That was more for me than her. 

"God damn Tate" I groan, her chin on my shoulder, mine on hers as I thrust into her, my hand in the nape of her hair, clutching it, holding her panting mouth to my ear, mine to hers. 

"You feel so fucking good baby" I whisper, and kiss below her ear. Her hands pull at my lower back, her legs hooked tightly around me. 

"Kash" she moans my name in my ear, her nails digging into my back.

The kitchen mixer is still whirring, her music still playing as we continue to fuck , my thrusts getting a little harder, needing more of her, I groan.

I grab her off the counter, her mouth coming to mine as she wraps her arms around me and I carry her, her pussy still on my cock, my hands on her ass she bucks against me, still fucking me as I walk with her, panting into my mouth as I take her to the living room, setting her on the back of the couch, her hands grabbing my neck as she leans back, spread her legs, her ass balanced on the back of the couch as she leans back and both of us look down, watching my cock thrust into her again and again. Her hot tits bouncing behind that stupid, non concealing little apron. 

"God, you're so fucking pretty" I say, reaching one hand up, grabbing her jaw and pulling her back to me, as I lean in and kiss her. 

"So god damn gorgeous" I groan against her mouth and she moans louder, and I grab her ass again and lift her up and hold her as I stand, lifting her up and down as she wraps one arm around my neck, the other grabbing my jaw, and she licks my mouth and bites me lip. 

"I love you" she moans. I smile and groan and kiss her, nipping her lip back.

"I love you" I answer back and then turn and carry her around the couch and sit down with her on top of me. Straddling me she grabs the back of the couch and fucks me hard. I groan , watching her, our eyes on each others, both of our mouths open, panting, breathing heavily, my hands going to her waist, up her sides and my thumbs slipping under that apron over her hard, pretty fucking nipples and I push the fabric together, making it slip between her breasts. 

"Fuck" I curse. 

"God, I love these fucking tits baby" I say, grabbing them and she bites her lip with a little grin. I could never stop telling her how much I loved her tits. She thought it was fucking funny how fucking hypnotized I was by them. I slap one and grab it again and she moans. 

"You have the hottest fucking tits , fuck" I grunt and then lean her back slightly and bring my mouth to her breast and growl as I bite at the side of one and then bite her nipple and she yelps and then her head goes back and I suck it hard into my mouth.

"Kashhh" she moans and I pull her back up and she shoves her breasts in my face, I grab the tie behind her waist, pulling at her sexy, stupid little apron and she pulls it off and tosses it and grabs my face.

"Suck them harder Kash" she moans and I groan, my cock throbbing inside of her and I suck her nipple as hard as I can, pulling, and then biting down hard. She lets out a cry and I feel her pussy clench around my cock as she keeps riding me. 

"yeah baby" she whimpers. "bite them , mark my tits Kash" 

I grunt, and grab her and throw her on her back making her gasp and then she giggles slightly, and bites her lips as I slide back into her and dip my head down and bite on her breast, hard at the inside of her left breast and she lets out a loud cry. 

"fuck yes" she whines. 

I growl with each sound and curse she makes as I let my teeth decorate my girl in the most fucking marks I've ever left on her body at once. 

My teeth leave imprints all over the flesh of her breasts, my tongue licking the marks and flicking her nipple, rolling it around her perfect hard pointed nipples and sucking them hard into my mouth. 

"Tatum" I groan as my hips thrust, both of our bodies hot and our breath heavy. 

"such a hot fucking body" I groan and kiss up her chest as she writhes and bucks beneath me with her sexy little moans and whimpers. 

"tatum" I groan her name as I imagine her body with my fucking baby inside her. The way her body will grow in everyway. Her stomach, her breasts, putting on weight, the marks it'll leave on her to have something we made together inside of her. The thought has been on my mind more and more. I wanted everything with her. I wanted to do more than marry her, I wanted to make her the mother of my fucking kids. Maybe I was too old to start again, but fuck I wanted to do it all again if it was with her. 

"Tatum" I groan her name again and she moans mine back to me. I kiss her, thrusting, my cock so close to cumming, her slick cunt taking me in and out as her walls gripped and hugge dmy cock so fucking perfectly. 

"I want to have a family with you Tate" I say and she grabs my face and makes me look at her. 

"I want to make a fucking family" I repeat myself. 

"Kash" she whispers , and her mouth is parted as she pants while I push my cock deep inside her. 

"You want to give me a birthday gift?" I ask and lean down, kissing her again, hard and I groan. 

"That's what I want...you...and to make a family with you" 

"Kash" she cries, almost actually cries , nodding against my kiss and I drive my hips hard into her, jerking them, cumming deep inside of her.  

It didnt matter if she wasn't off birth control yet. It didnt matter that I wasnt going to get her pregnant right now, just that I would. That she wanted me to. 

I thrust again, my cum spilling into her as I curse, hanging my head, panting heavily, groaning loudly as I empty into her. Her legs and arms wrapping around me, holding me inside her as I let my weight lay on her as I catch my breath, breaning hard near her ear. 

"Is that a yes?" I ask her kissing the side of her head, at her temple and then looking down, her eyes watering as she nods. 

"yeah" she says , smiling. "Yes."