“I want you to do it again,” she whispers.

“The movie’s probably over soon. You’ll need to hold on to bunny. Maybe bury your face in her fur this time, because you weren’t quiet.”

“They’ll probably start another movie.” But her face still flushes.

“Maybe I just want you to have something soft to hug when I rail you into the bed.”

“Oh, is that how it’s going to be for our second time?” She bites her lower lip and gives me a wide-eyed little girl look. “Big bad man takes me hard?”

I groan. “Well, now it is.”

She grins. “Good. I can’t wait.”

“You might feel differently in the morning, if we don’t stop now.” I drop my head and kiss her belly. “You might be sore.”

Her breath catches.

I wait for her to tell me to stop.

She doesn’t. She spreads her legs wider in invitation.

I surge up, covering her little body with mine. “I’ll kiss it better in the morning, don’t worry.”

And then I claim her for a second time, pinning her beneath me, until she comes on my cock and milks my seed into her belly again.

* * *

We don’t make it downstairs before the second movie ends. We doze off, napping until well past midnight, when Sienna wakes me up with butterfly kisses all over my face.

“I’m hungry,” she whispers.

“Then let’s get you a midnight snack.”

We get dressed in our matching PJs and tiptoe downstairs. The entire house is quiet and dark, our path guided by dim nightlights built in to the stairs. We don’t turn on any lights until we get to the kitchen.

I lift her onto the counter and wedge myself between her thighs. “What do you feel like?”

“Ice cream,” she whispers against my mouth.

“Mmm.” I kiss her deeply.

She giggles as my hold on her tightens, then gasps when I jerk her hips to the edge of the counter and her cotton-covered pussy makes contact with my cock.

“Oooh, there’s the sore feeling you warned me about,” she says, laughing in a way that’s on the edge of moaning. Part frustration, part need. Zero regret.

I’m about to crouch down and kiss her pussy better through her PJs when we hear footsteps.

I get about three inches of space between our bodies before her grandmother wanders into the kitchen. “Oh, it’s you two.”

Sienna blushes. “Sorry, Nana.”

“What are you sorry for, darling?”

“Waking you up.”

“Happy laughter is the best thing to wake up.” She sighs. “Oh, I forgot my glasses. Sienna, would you be a dear and grab them for me? They’re on my bedside table.”

“Of course, Nan.” Sienna slides off the counter and pushes past me.