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It’s quieter now. Their girls are older and their lives are finally becoming less hectic. Instead of battling the monsters in the world; they fight their weekdays that are jam-packed with school, extracurriculars, homework and everything else still needed for a functioning household. They finally have calm nights again.
Nestled together in warm blankets on a lazy Saturday morning. They watch the view of their window change as the sun gently creeps in along the distant horizon. The sky is gradually painted in shades of oranges and pinks. The weather’s warming up, and the crisp scent of morning dew wafts in from the cracked open window.
With half lidded eyes, they stare at the billowing curtains as he draws a comforting line along the length of her arm. Her skin freckles at the cool air, and the soft blankets are pulled up to cover her exposed shoulder. She mumbles, her body still loose and lazy as she curls into the luscious fabrics of their bed.
“Still sleepy?” Leon's early morning and raspy voice whispers against her ear. His breath tickles against her neck as he pulls her back flush towards his chest. He wishes he could feel her skin against him; but after a few too many interrupted nights, he’s begun wearing more clothing to sleep in.
She shakes her head. Her dark lush hair brushes against his chin as she twists around in his embrace and buries herself against his clothed chest.
He chuckles warmly, “we can still sleep in for a while if you want. The girls won’t be up for a few more hours.”
“If we’re lucky - " she mumbles into the warm light grey cotton of his shirt.
“If we’re lucky…” he mimics, whispering into her hair line as he places a kiss on her forehead. His lashes slowly flutter, his lids still feel heavy as his free hand raises and rubs into his eyes. He knows better than to do that. With his age and the knowledge of Ada’s extensive nightly skin care routine; he’s combated a few signs of aging on his skin. But he’s never been able to rid the habit of forcefully rubbing his eyes in the mornings.
He sighs, his chest filling and releasing with a long steady breath.
Ada rests against his chest, with only her fingers dragging little lines onto the cotton of his shirt. Her manicured nails trail all over and find space along the exposed muscle of his arm. Tracing down his veins, her fingers finish her fanciful dance with a flourish of her hands. Her hand freely flies away like a bird before retreating into the space between them in their bed.
Still relaxing in the morning haze, Leon already feels the slow drag back towards slumber. His heartbeat slows, his breath stutters as if his nose were still a bit stuffy with congestion. He clears his throat when he feels a slight jolt. The feeling of falling wakes him from the few minutes where he must have drifted off. Small circles are being traced onto his top now, this time with her fingertips pressing into his skin.
It’s relaxing, too soothing and pleasant as she continues stroking her tender hands along his body. It’s innocent though, it's simply a soothing mechanism to calm him from the sudden shake in the bed.
But he can’t fall back asleep now.
The soft silk like fabrics of Ada’s pyjama set are like a smooth petal against his skin. Cooling to the touch and even colder in the calm morning. Relishing in the feeling of her embrace, he brings her closer to him.
She’s soft and tender. He's yearned for moments like this and now it's just every other Saturday. As they continue to cuddle into each other, another hour passes by without much thought or word uttered. The curtains suddenly billows inward as another gust of wind blows through their bedroom. In an instant, they both glance over towards the movement. With bated breath, they wait in anticipation of one of their darling daughters to come knocking on their door. After a few seconds of silence, they finally realize it was simply the wind.
With the sudden jumps in their hearts, they take another look at their clock to see the hour that had passed.
“We still have time you know,” Ada eggs him on with a mischievous smirk.
So it begins, he thinks.
Mornings are still usually hard, and today is no different as he grabs at her hips and brings her closer into him.
“We still have to make breakfast,” his sweet pleading tone comes out like a saccharine filled spoonful of honey. The low smooth tenors of his voice whispers against her lobe as his lips graze her skin. She can feel his smile, knowing that he can feel her skin pebble against his touch.
But she won’t let him win so easily.
“They can have cereal,” she skillfully rolls on top of him. Her dark hair falls into her eyes, giving her a demure look as she sits straddled across his strong thighs. His hands find purchase along her hips, greedily grabbing onto her flesh as she leans herself against his chest. He humours her for now, rolling his eyes as he feels her pressing onto him.
“That’s not a healthy breakfast for them - "
“It’s a Saturday, they can have a little something sweet…”
Their battle begins.
It starts with subtle blows. With a nonchalant look in her eyes, the strap of her top somehow gracefully falls down her shoulder. The warmth from her begins to rub against him. The muscles in his stomach tenses as the sudden rush of arousal shoots up towards his body.
He’s falling behind. Her tactics are already working as the soft silk of her top slips and exposes the creamy skin of her breasts. It's the tempation of it, watching them be held precariously by the thin fabric. They’re one of his weakness. His eyes darken at the sight of her as as he greedily tugs her top down.
“Do you want a little something sweet?” She coos with her eyes half lidded and her full breasts on display.
His retaliation comes in the form of a tender kiss on the top of her breasts. Then a peck on each sensitive nipple with his tongue swirling slowly in circles. A slow exhale blows cold air onto her, pebbling her skin. With his body curled into her, his onslaught of kisses continue to trail along her breasts. Lewdly wetting her skin and flushing them pink.
The throbbing feeling between their legs is growing, but neither of them are ready to lose -
“Can I have a little something sweet?” He asks with his hands falling back down to her hips and squeezing the flesh of her ass.
“Since you’ve asked so nicely.”
A careful stare is taken at their closed door. Then another at the clock. Watching the second hand it as it steadily counted down the amount of time they had left. Swiftly and quietly, they switch positions. The bed bounces when her back hits the mattress, and the fabrics rustle when he finds his space between her legs.
Her shorts are eased away from her hips, down her thighs and off each foot like a practiced dance. He doesn’t throw them far from the bed, they know better than that. He places the soft shorts right next to them in their bed.
His face twists between greedy, lustful and strict and stubborn. When she sees the contemplative curl of his lips, her fingers twist into the lace of her panties and tugs them to the side.
“You better savour it,” she coaxes him inward with a coy brush of her thigh against him.
He’s sure it's the scent of her luring him in. It mixes with the fragrant fruity notes of the lotion she slathers on the innermost parts of her thighs. Every time she wears a skirt or a dress; he swears it’s the same perfume that always has their nights ending with him buried between her thighs.
Without another word, he strips her panties down and off, and hurriedly presses a warm kiss on her inner thigh. She looks enchanting, laying in their bed with her eyes fixated on him. It’s mesmerizing, watching her from between her legs when his lips and tongue make contact. The taste of her floods his mouth, his fingers spread her apart when her thighs buckle inward. He’s callous, hitting her with all of her favourite spots with tempting kisses and sinful swirls of his tongue.
Pressing himself into their bed is his first mistake. When he situates himself he feels the cool slick of his underwear pulling away from his body. Leon groans against her. He makes no attempts to pull away until she’s ready, and he’s already feeling the tips of her fingers threading through his long hair.
He attempts to speak with muffled words.
“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you,” Ada’s finger wraps around his hair to gently pull his lips away from her soaked core. His lips look delectably pink and plush as he licks them clean.
“The girls will be up soon,” he whines.
“Then we better hurry.”
He needs to be rid of the sensation. Rid himself of temptation as he sits up in their bed and tries to spread the fabrics of his bottoms. He’s uncomfortable.
There needs to be more deliberation. A debate or dispute to decide on what to do next.
Ada studies him with lustful eyes before carefully choosing her next words.
“I locked the door last night.”
And he’s lost.
Another second is spent on that god forsaken clock, and another moment is spent ridding himself of his soft cotton tee and bottoms before meeting her in their bed again. Wrapping themselves up in the protective cocoon of their blanket, their attack of kisses begin and end at their lips.
It’s even more rousing this way, seeing her still wearing her disheveled top with her breasts hanging out of it. With each movement, they bounce in his hands and against his mouth as he tongues along her every inch of her naked body.
She loves it. The attention he gives her and he loves all the little noises she makes.
They’re running out of time, they know it and her thighs pull him inward as she lets out a desperate sounding moan. It’s a little noise, but it evokes every carnal desire he has within him as he gives himself a few pumps along his cock and presses the head against her warm pussy.
It’s divine, slowly sinking into her as her legs squeeze him in.
They're both met with a high pitched airy breath from her lips. Her body warms to his touch. He feels every spot within her as she begins hugging all of his length and wetting him with her slick. There’s a sense of urgency and they’re unwavering with their movements. His thrusts into her as passion filled and slow, and her breath fanning into his ear and her soft little moans are unyielding.
“Faster - "
Her voice stutters. She's faltering. Her breath quickens as their eyes briefly meet. Leon quickly looks at their bed and the wall, and a tight grasp is wrapped around the railing of their bed frame. His thrusts don’t speed up, they grow more powerful. His attempts to lessen the sounds of their early morning activities comes in the form of his hips slowly pressing into her.
“Seriously?” She groans until it melts into a desperate moan.
“That’s it right there, huh?” His cocky voice causes her brows to twist and her eyes to narrow. He doesn’t speed up the pace, he continues to press into her favourite spot while feeling her hug and squeeze every inch of him. It feels too good this way.
But they’ve suddenly stopped. He’s suddenly stopped when the strong grasp of her thighs hold him tight. If they weren’t too noisy before, they’re too noisy now.
The bed noisily redistributes their weight as they switch positions again, returning to where they once were. With Ada straddling against his thighs, her hand reaches for the base of his cock and lovely strokes his length.
“A - Ada,” he desperately pleads for a truce.
“Don’t you dare look at the time again - "
Her teeth nip into her bottom lip, feeling the tingling sensation still resonating between her thighs. She watches him as his eyes flutter closed and the weight of his head presses into the soft feather down of their pillows. He’s already gone. Lost to the constant yearning and desire for release.
She knows exactly what he wants, her hand strokes him from the shaft to the base and teases him with a wet finger dipping into the oozing teardrop on the head of his cock. His mouth falls open, feeling her finger tantalizingly drawing into his slick and tracing the vein of his cock.
“So pretty - " her smooth voice vibrates into his body. She's relentless with her barrage of attacks - and her hand lifts from his heavy cock in a flourish as she licks a single one of her digits clean.
He could cry.
“- f - f- fuck - fuck - fuck,” he quietly moans between clenched teeth as he watches her impale herself onto his throbbing cock. The tight fist he had on the sheets of their bed unravels as his hands grips tightly onto her hips and rocks her back and forth onto every inch of him.
She shushes him with a finger pressed against his lips.
His heart’s pounding, the image of her in front of him is arousing and the sounds of their slick mixing when their hips meet is over stimulating. Their lewd lovemaking is overwhelming, she notices it when her hips lift and she sees the milky mess dripping down the thick vein of his cock.
“Look at what you do to me.”
She’s painted pink. Her cheeks, round breasts and soaking pussy are flushed and warm. With each slippery thrust onto him, a careful hand reaches behind him and onto the railing to stop the knocking noise into the wall.
“Fuck - FUCK.”
He’s been hitting exactly where she needs him to. When her fingers grab at his wrist, he already knows where to go. Pressing against her pelvis, his thumb immediately begins rolling onto her swollen wet bud. Another desperate groan slips out of him, feeling her squeezing him with another forceful thrust.
His name coming out of her lips in her airy voice nearly sends him over the edge; her wet pussy squeezing onto him doesn’t help. But he needs to see her there first.
Her hands dance along his chest, her nails graze his skin and finds a space along his neck and then rests against his shoulders. A piercing pain shoots through his shoulders and back, her nails lightly pinch into his skin as she grinds on to him in tighter circles.
The overflow of juices soaks them. The feeling of fullness within her grows too tight until it finally bursts. Overwhelmingly hit with pleasure, she lifts herself up and away from his throbbing cock. Her thighs tremble and shake, but his thumbs continue attacking with fast rubs against her sensitive clit as she soaks their sheets.
He needs to be quick.
He takes another look at the goddamn clock.
She notices it.
But neither of them seem to care for the moment as they hurriedly meet again. Her wail is probably too loud. A cautious hand is placed over her mouth as his heavy cock buries within her again. It’s too sensitive and soaked as he slams her down onto him. They feel every twitch, and every minute movement within the last few thrusts he needs.
The compulsion to spill inside of her is there again. The singular thought burns into his head. The desire to kiss her is satiated when her lips meets his in a desperate need to stifle the rest of their gratuitous moans.
It’s wet. It’s beyond wet between them when it’s finally triggered within him.
Her body shakes a second time, with even more force as she clings onto every part of him. He’s seeing stars, and she's seeing nothing but white light. They're past the point of no return as their bodies ride out the rest of their highs. Tender kisses linger and their bodies move slowly like before. The rest of his hot seed spills into her and warms her from the inside out.
Their sweat is apparent now. The cold air from the morning has shifted to a temperate warm breeze. The little smirk on her face can be felt in every kiss she places on his face.
She tingles everywhere, her smile lingers at the thought of feeling him throughout the day. She still has many plans for the rest of their Saturday. An attempt to lift away from him is made, but a tight grip on her hips keeps her there.
“Come on - now we need to get up,” she kisses him on his nose.
He weakly groans, “fine fine,”
Little thoughts remain in his brain as he relishes in the pleasure still radiating throughout his body. When a towel laid onto his belly, a whiplash of coherent thought floods the rest of his brain. Ada cleans herself up with another towel and slides the rest of her clothing back on. She throws a simple robe on while he cleans what he can of their mess.
“We probably need to do the sheets,” he pridefully chuckles to himself as he assesses the state of their bed.
“Probably,” she muses while fixing her hair in the reflection of her vanity.
At the snap of the elastic of his pants hitting his waist, the door of their bedroom suddenly flings open.
“MOMMY DADDYYY - "
“HEY love bug, what are you doing up so early???” Leon’s eyes widen as their daughter stands at the threshold of their bedroom.
“And ALSO I thought mommy locked the door,” his head swings violently towards Ada.
“Oops," Ada's bitten red lips pout.
Leon sighs a breath of relief; at least they're both clothed.
“What would you and your sister like for breakfast?” Ada asks while tightening the ties around her waist.
“CAN WE HAVE DADDY’S PANCAKES FOR BREAKFAST?!”
"Manners," Leon corrects them.
"Can we PLEASE have daddy's pancakes for breakfast?"
“Alright, you girls head downstairs,” Ada instructs them with a firm nod of her head.
“Did you and mommy make a mess in your bed?” Their second little one peers in and points with her finger at the partially undone bed.
“… what?” Leon’s tries his best to hide the panic laced in his voice.
“It’s laundry day sweetheart,” Ada assures her with a gentle smile.
“Oh, okay.”
Their two little ones immediately begin scampering away into the hall and down the stairs.
A pregnant pause lingers between them.
“You’re playing dangerously,” Leon warns her with a knowing look.
Her brows raise, tempting him to go on with their little battle, “what’s life without a little danger?”
Leon exhales a laugh, “danger is how we ended up with the girls.”
Ada rolls her eyes and grazes her fingers along the length of his arm.
“You want to get started with the laundry then? I’ll get started with making breakfast.”
Her next attack is an alluring swing of her hips as she makes her exit out of their bedroom. But at the threshold of their door, she strikes him with another blow. Twisting around to peer back at him, she tilts her head with that enticing stare.
“Make sure you come and taste how sweet they are.”
Their bedroom door closes with a small gap, and her steps soon descend down the stairs not.
He smirks to himself. He can do this all day. But he needs to strategize for his next strike.
With a sigh, he gathers their sheets and readies them to throw into the washer. With the pile in his arms he loads them into their washer and adds the detergent and fills the rest of the space with a few pieces from the endless laundry their home accumulates.
The ruckus from the kitchen could already be heard through the walls. With a smile he closes the lid and readies himself to press the button to start the washer.
But he stops himself. With his hand still hovering over the button he stares at the washer and the several loads of laundry still in their hampers. A coy expression is painted over his face, and his finger gently presses the button for the first load of the day.