EroticReverie

Britney Perry

“Come to bed” he calls from the bedroom as I stand there naked in the attached bathroom and finish my skin care.  Slipping it back into the drawers where I keep it for the nights I stay over. 

“I’m almost done” I call back to him and start to brush my sex hair out and pull it up into a low ponytail and then walk out, flipping off the light. 

Thomas is sitting up against the head board, naked and the covers over his lap as he smiles , looking me up and down. 

“Damn that body is incredible, get over here” he says and I smirk and roll my eyes as I walk over to the bed and he pulls back the covers and I crawl in 

Was I worried that dating a younger woman would lose its appeal for him? That he’d trade me in for a newer model as I got older. Sure. We’ve argued about it, and he hates when I bring it up. Thomas says he loves me. And I know for a fact, that I love him. But part of me is still scared and a bit insecure that I won’t be enough for him. What if I gained weight? What if everything he was physically attracted to changed as I got older and he no longer thought I was sexy? What if he decides he doesn’t actually want a younger girlfriend? What if he fucks a child into me and decides he no longer wants me OR the kid? I was hopelessly in love with him, but I wasn’t naive. I shouldn’t have ever fell for him, but the heart wants what it wants and all that. 

He turns off the light by his bed and I tuck myself into his arm and cuddle up beside him. 

“Love you” he says as he kisses my head and I smile in the dark , my cheek to his chest. My hand grazing over his toned chest on the other side. 

“Love you too” I say and he kisses my head again. 

“Happy birthday baby” he whispers and my eyes flick to the clock. It’s 12:01am. 

“Thank you” I say softly and kiss his chest. 

His hand slips along my ponytail and I lay there as he plays with my hair as I fall asleep beside him. 

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I wake up and slide out of bed and throw on my tank top and look around for my pants. Then remember I don’t have any. Because they’re down on the kitchen floor. Thomas is already up and I can smell bacon and cinnamon. And know he’s probably making the boys their favorite French toast. 

I search his closet and grab a t shirt that serves as a dress on me. A very short one. But a shirt nonetheless. 

During the summer I would sometimes stay overnight when babysitting the boys. So being here in the morning wasn’t unusual to them or to my parents when I’d stay overnight here. Though my mother told me it wasn’t appropriate when his wife no longer lived here. I didn’t have the guts to tell it was probably never appropriate to let her teenage daughter sleep in another couples house. Even if at the time I started sleeping overnight I wasn’t messing around with Thomas. Because he was still married. 

I make my way downstairs and see my leggings folded on the back of the couch and walk over and grab them.  My panties falling out to the floor. 

I grab them and slip them on as I listen to the boys argue over needing more syrup. The slip my leggings on and walk into the kitchen and to the other side where the table is. 

“Morning” I say to the boys as Thomas smiles , looking at me in his shirt. 

“Morning !” The boys smile wide. Brandon and Kyle are twins and both six years old and immediately start arguing over who I’m going to sit next to. 

“I think she’s gonna sit next to me.” Thomas says and pulls out the chair beside him. I smile and then place my hands on the boys heads and messy their hair as they huff and stop arguing. Because what their dad says, always goes. 

I bend down and place a kiss on Kyle’s head and then Brandon’s and move around the table. 

“That’s daddy’s shirt” Kyle says and I blush slightly 

“It is.” Thomas says and grab my chair after I sit and pulls it closer and I let out a little yelp at the sudden jerk of the chair. 

“Looks good on her, doesn’t it?” He asks and grins at me as I bite my lip and he leans in and kisses my cheek. 

My eyes widen and I look to the boys who don’t seem to think anything of it. 

“It’s a boy shirt. She’s a girl” Brandon says. 

“Girls can wear boy clothes dummy!” Kyle says. 

“Hey, that’s not nice” I say to Kyle. 

“Apologize to your brother” Thomas says and Kyle hangs his head and mutters his apology.

Thomas puts his hand on my thigh and squeezes and I look at him as he smiles at me and leans in and shocks me again by placing a soft kiss on my mouth. 

“Why are you kissing Britney ?” Kyle asks with a scrunch of his nose. 

“What do you boys think about Britney being daddy’s girlfriend?” He asks and I suck in a breath. 

“Tom” I whisper and he just smiles as the boys eyes light up. 

“Yeah!” They cheer and a sticky syrup covered fork clatters to the floor from Kyle’s hand. 

“You should tell their mother first” I whisper through my teeth as I smile at the boys. 

I was kinda sorta terrified about Miranda finding out that I was dating her ex husband. She wasn’t my favorite person. She was kind of a bitch. Not to me. But to Thomas. And unfortunately I can’t say I blamed Thomas for divorcing her. Was Thomas perfect? No. But he was a good dad and I know for a fact he helped around the house. Cooked meals and did a lot of things that my own father takes for granted. He did all the things a father and husband was SUPPOSED to do. Yet Miranda was never happy and constantly berated him, even in front of other people. 

“Their mother isn’t my concern anymore” Thomas whispers and I swallow. 

“Are you gonna live here now?!” Brandon asks and I open my mouth to speak but Thomas does it for me. 

“Yup, she sure is” he says. “Is that okay with you two?” 

“Yeah!” They cheer.

I knew this was the plan. But I thought we’d wait more than only HOURS after me turning eighteen.  People weren’t going to believe that Thomas and I just started dating TODAY. 

“Soon” I say to the boys with a smile. 

Thomas looks at me and move my eyes to his and see his brows pinching. 

“When is soon?” Kyle asks. 

“Yeah Britney “ Thomas says, “when is..soon?” 

I give him a look warning him not to start this discussion right here and turn my eyes back to the boys. 

“Not sure yet” I tell them and Thomas drops his hand from my leg and I swallow. This was going to be another argument. I could already tell. He thought I was having second thoughts. But I’m not. I’m sure I want to move in. I’m sure I want to have a kid with him, sure I want to eventually be his wife. He’s racing this clock because he’s older. I’m only eighteen. For me. There’s no rush. And there’s a lot to consider as far as telling my parents and the kids mother. 

“You gonna have your own room or are you gonna sleep with daddy like mommy did?” Brandon asks. 

“With daddy, duh” Kyle says. 

I chew my lip. 

“Or maybe she’ll have her own room. Not sure how SOON she’ll want to share a room with daddy” Thomas says and I bite my tongue and toss him a glare. I look back to the boys and smile. 

“French toast looks yummy” I say and stand and grab the fork from the floor and bring it to the sink and bring him back another and Thomas slides out of the chair and I sigh, knowing we’re about to go in another room and argue over the fact I’m not ready to move in TODAY. 

“You boys finish eating then go clean up and brush your teeth and get dressed” Thomas says. 

“Okay” they both answer in unison as Thomas slides a hand behind my back and pulls me beside him and we walk back through the kitchen and out the back door to the yard. 

“What’s going on?” He asks as I stand there. 

“Nothing is going on. I just thought ..we’d talk about this before you tell the boys”

“Britney, we’ve been talking about this for half of the fucking year” he says. 

“Well we didn’t say WHEN after I turned eighteen , Jesus Tom, I haven’t even been eighteen for half a day!” I say and his jaw ticks. 

“Then when? How long do you want me to wait to tell the world I’m in love with you huh?” 

I sigh. “I don’t know. But not today!” I say and he licks his teeth. 

“I’m forty three Britney”

“I know how old you are!” I raise my voice and his nostrils flare. 

“I’m very aware of your age!” I yell. 

“Lower your fucking voice” he growls through his teeth. 

Thomas doesn’t yell when we argue. No. Instead he uses this intimidating low growl. That would be hot as hell if it weren’t for the fact it means he’s pissed. 

“I don’t want to argue” I sigh. 

“Then talk to me. Tell me what this timeline is that you never once discuss with me. Because I’ve been thinking this whole time you were ready to make this happen” 

“I AM ready!” I huff and he raises his brow when my voice raises again. 

“I am ready” I say it again. Softer. 

“Then what’s the problem? Why can’t I have you in my bed every night? Why can’t I finally fucking just have you ?” He says and grabs my waist and pulls me to him and I exhale and he dips his head down and buries it in my neck and kisses my skin up to my ear. 

“I just want my girl, and I want you here with me, I want to be able to kiss you whenever I want , to fucking taste your pussy whenever my mouth craves it, and fuck you when I need you on my cock” he groans. 

“I want my life with you to start right now, I want everyone to know you’re mine” he groans again and bites my neck and I bite my lip with a whimper. 

He gently pushes me against the back door and drops a hand to my side and pulls up my shirt, his shirt that I’m wearing and slides his hand down into my pants and I moan as his mouth groans against my neck. 

“Don’t make me wait, I’ve been waiting for this since the night I had you for the first time” he says as I gasp as two of his fingers push between my pussy lips and into me. 

“Thomas” I breathe. “The boys”

“Are inside” he says and pumps his fingers slowly back out and in again as I feel myself get wetter with each thrust of his fingers. 

“I love you” he says as he picks up the pace and my breath catches and I look him in the eyes. I nod as his nose brushes mine. 

“I love you too” I breathe and arch my back and he smiles slightly as my legs spread a bit more and he groans and sinks his fingers deeper. 

“Turn around” he says and I breathe hard and do as he says and he yanks my leggings down with my panties right below my ass. 

“Thomas” I pant. 

“The neighbors” I say.  It’s not like we haven’t ever messed around outside, but that was always at night. In the dark. Not broad daylight. 

“What about them?” He says as he shoves the front of sweats down and I feel his hard cock push against my pussy. 

“Spread your pussy for me baby” he groans and I whimper. My hands reaching behind me and grabbing my ass , pulling at the flesh to spread myself as he slides into me. Notching his cock inside of me and then taking it out. Then putting it right back in as I gasp and pant. 

“That’s right, spread it for me baby, let me get deep in that newly legal cunt” 

“Fuck” I exhale and I bite my lip. 

Thomas could be romantic and he could also be filthy as fuck. I still wasn’t sure which turned me on more. 

“Fuck it Thomas” I pant and he groans when I cave and let myself enjoy him and this shared dirty moment of fucking with the sun at our backs , right outside. 

“Fuck your babysitters pussy” I moan and she groans and thrusts deeper and I moan as he grabs my hips and my hands fall away and press to the door. 

“Fuck me baby” I moan. And Thomas groans louder as he thrusts. 

“Do you like fucking this eighteen year old pussy?” I moan and he growls. 

“Fuck yes I do” he groans. 

“You still feel just as good as you did the first time, your young teen cunt is so fucking good to this dick Britney” he groans. 

“My babysitter has the best fucking pussy” he grunts and I clench around him and he groans louder. 

“Fuck” I cry a bit too loudly as he thrusts harder. 

“Shhh” he hushes me and I bite back the sounds my mouth makes. 

“Oh fuck, yes” I let out a hard breath and bite my lip as I moan as I listen to the slap of my ass against his lap. 

“I’m not waiting baby, you’re mine, and this pussy belongs to me, and I’m not waiting to let everyone fuckin know it” 

“Thomas” I moan. 

“You’re not spending a single night outside of our fucking bed , you hear me?” He groans and I moan. 

His hand grabs my hair and pulls it back. 

“I said do you fucking hear me?” He growls. 

“Yes!” I cry. 

“Say you fucking understand” he groans and keeps thrusting. 

“I….fuck…I understand” I whimper and he groans.

“Good, now cum for daddy” he growls and fucks me harder.