Breaking Through. AM Hartnett

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      Negotiations stalled as Simon worshipped and Miranda squirmed with delight. He didn’t linger long, moving quickly over her ribs and past her abdomen. As he moved he realigned her body, pushing her knees up and apart and tucking his hands beneath her ass to lift her.

      He nudged her clit from beneath its hood in light, flickering strokes around and around, until her head spun in the same churning whirlpool as her body. She dragged the pillow beneath her head, propping herself up so she could watch this wicked tongue-fuck.

      ‘I might need a breather if you keep it up,’ she murmured.

      He gave her a hot look. ‘You have all day tomorrow to recover.’

      After that hard ride, her body responded to such soft treatment. She melted into the mangled bedding, closing her eyes and drawing one deep breath after another as he licked her.

      Just as she began to lose herself to the silky cadence of his tongue, the inevitable happened: the baby monitor crackled, and then came the cry.

      She groaned, threw her hands over her face and peered through them at Simon as he rose up.

      ‘His timing sucks,’ she said.

      ‘After all the racket we were making, I’d say he’s pretty generous.’ He crawled next to her and gave her a nudge. ‘Go head. We’ll pick up where we left off when you came back.’

      She thought about pointing out that by the time she returned she’d probably need to rev up from zero, depending on the condition of the diaper that awaited her, but she kept her mouth shut as she grabbed her robe from the back of the vanity chair and headed into the darkness, stopping at the bathroom to wash up along the way.

      Eddie had pulled himself into a kneeling position and peered at her through the bars of his crib as she entered the room. Tufts of dark hair stuck out at the top of his head as he gnawed the edge of the crib. She didn’t turn on the light and didn’t lift him out, and wouldn’t unless she needed to. Instead, she greeted him with a singsong voice and tucked her hand into his pyjama bottoms.

      ‘Oh, Eds, your timing is the worst but at least you don’t have a loaded diaper,’ she told him, resigning herself to a wet one. He didn’t babble and he never lost his grumpy expression, a good sign that he’d drop back to sleep as soon as he was changed and back in his bed.

      ‘Do me a favour and sleep right until six, OK?’ she said to him as she lifted him up. He looked at her blankly, then rubbed his fists against his eyes.

      A shadow flitted across the wall and startled her. She hopped to the door and peeked out just as Simon returned. She caught a whiff of the same hand soap she’d used.

      He jumped back with a sheepish look. ‘Sorry, I had to hunt to find the bathroom.’

      ‘I probably should have included that in the tour,’ she said quietly, grateful he had put on his jockeys rather than running around with his dick hanging out, and followed his gaze to the child in her arms.

      Eddie was wide awake now, his eyes saucer-like as he looked at the stranger dominating the entrance to his bedroom.

      This wasn’t a meeting she had hoped to initiate tonight, but there she stood with a baby in her arms as the man she barely knew and had brought home for bed-shaking sex leaned against the doorjamb and bowed his head towards the kid.

      ‘So you’re the bugger who threw my groove out the window.’ Eddie strained against Miranda’s chest to get a better look at the intruder. Simon shook his finger. ‘I’m going to remember this in about twenty years and be looking for an opportunity for payback.’

      Eddie grabbed the finger in front of him, and Miranda resisted the urge to pull it away as if he had gotten his hands on garbage. She wasn’t even remotely comfortable, yet she seemed to be the only one, as man and boy played tug-of-war.

      ‘I wouldn’t if I were –’ she began as Eddie joined his other hand with the first, but it was too late. Simon flinched as the baby twisted his finger, and she had to swallow her giggle as she remember how he had been so resilient when she had sunk her teeth into him.

      ‘I think the man of the house is trying to tell me the consequences of messing around with his aunt,’ he joked and finally freed his finger. The baby let out a wail and held his arms up.

      Simon reached out, and though she wasn’t sure she should, Miranda allowed Simon to lift her nephew from her arms.

      ‘Don’t get him too worked up, unless you want to play all night long,’ she warned as he let Eddie sit on his forearm.

      Simon leaned against the door and chuckled as every part of his face was subjected to a hands-on scrutiny.

      ‘You got any kids?’ she asked him.

      ‘What sort of vengeful God would let someone like me spawn?’ he said, though it seemed to Miranda that it was more to himself than in answer to her question. ‘I’m better off as immature Uncle Simon who gets the kids all worked up and then goes home. My sister hates my guts when I come to visit.’

      ‘I can see why.’

      Finished with his inspection, Eddie twisted around to look at Miranda and swiped the back of his chubby hand across his eye. She reached out.

      ‘All right, time to get back in the crib before the tantrum starts.’

      Eddie made a bit of a fuss as he was laid down, but he didn’t try to get up, and was silent as Miranda closed the door behind her.

      Simon trailed her to the bathroom. As she washed up, she laughed nervously. ‘Just to be clear, this is a first. I never bring men home when I have baby-duty.’

      ‘The look of horror on your face when I showed up in the doorway pretty much told me that.’ He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned intimately close. ‘I didn’t mean to intrude, though.’

      Miranda shrugged and began to dry. ‘It’s OK. At least you put your dick away.’

      He looked down his body and laughed. ‘Well, I am a gentleman.’

      ‘Oh, yeah, you’re a real prince.’ She lifted her foot and nudged his calf with her toe. ‘Ready to go back?’

      He gave her such a scoundrel of a look that she became ticklish, even more so when he tugged the belt of her robe. ‘Pick up where we left off?’

      He dragged her down the hall and she hit the light on the way. As soon as the bedroom door closed behind her, Simon whisked the belt open and pushed the robe off.

      Hands firm on her neck, he drew her closer and pressed his cheek close to hers. ‘Lie back and show me where you want my tongue.’

      Such an explicit request rattled a moan from deep in her gut. She curled her toes into the carpet and leaned into his body.

      ‘A very, very bad man,’ she said on a sigh.

      He gave her a gentle push. She lay back on the bed as she had when they first closed themselves in her bedroom but, instead of unleashing his cock as she had done before, she propped herself up on her elbows and drew her legs СКАЧАТЬ