The morning sun was bright now, pouring through the curtains and painting warm stripes across the bedroom floor. My back pressed against the wall, cool plaster against my shoulders, while Elizabeth knelt on the soft rug in front of me, her nightgown hanging loose around her elbows, breasts swaying gently with every move.
"Ahh…" I moaned, fingers threading through her messy blonde hair as her lips slid down my length, warm and wet and perfect.
"Ummphh… ahhmm…" she hummed around me, the vibration making my knees weak. Her tongue swirled slow circles, then flattened so she could take me deeper.
"Ahhh… Elizabeth… slow down a bit," I gasped, chest tight with leftover panic from the nightmare and new heat rolling through me all at once. "This is… too much…"
She pulled off just long enough to look up, lips shiny, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Mama needs to comfort her baby," she teased in that low, playful voice, then licked a long stripe up the underside before sinking back down.
