Zeren☆♪

Baron had always cared about his appearance; after all, he loved looking good for his wife. Ever since their little daughter was born, he paid even more attention to hygiene.

He had been home for a long time; he had postponed some of his plans and schedules for their daughter, Nova. The little girl was just a 4-month-old baby and naturally very sensitive, so they had to be extremely careful.

She while putting away the things he brought back, also wanted him to finally spend some time with his little girl. He held his little daughter with great care and was fussing over her. He hadn't seen Nova for only two weeks, but he had missed her like crazy.

As Baron slowly started stepping back into the work environment, he had to stay away from home for two weeks. After plenty of photos, videos, video chats, and voice notes, he was finally home.​When he was away, he hadn't really minded his stubble; honestly, he liked the rugged look it gave him and had let it grow out.

He stared at the baby's curious, big brown eyes for a moment, and a huge smile slowly spread across his face.

Sometimes, he held his breath while showing her affection, as if the slightest movement would break the moment. But this time, he couldn't resist, and with the longing of weeks, he planted a huge kiss on the baby's cheek.​

Nova initially turned her face toward him with a classic baby reflex, but then she grimaced because of his stubble. The moment Baron saw this, he looked at her with wide eyes.

​"I'm sorry, sweetie... I didn't mean to do that. It really bothered you, didn't it?" Baron instantly felt as if he had committed a major crime. He looked at Nova's disgruntled face for a moment, then carefully placed her in the baby carrier and buckled it. He went straight to the bathroom; he could hear his wife doing something in the kitchen.

First, he carefully wet and softened his beard, then squeezed a reasonable amount of shaving cream and started spreading it over his face. Meanwhile, Nova was curiously inspecting the bathroom, her eyes wandering over the lights and the patterned marble.​

Baron looked at her tiny face for a moment. When their eyes met, he smiled softly. "How could your daddy forget this, right sweetie?" he murmured in a quiet, warm tone. He wet the razor first and then carefully started using it from bottom to top.

As Nova watched her father with her tiny, slightly open mouth, she slowly began to doze off. Baron was being extra careful since he was holding her. "Almost done with the first pass, sweetie, then I'll be your smooth-faced daddy again." After all, making sure his daughter's face didn't get irritated was much more important.​

As the scent of coconut-scented shaving gel filled the air, he worked meticulously to achieve clean skin. Meanwhile, she must have heard the talking, as she approached and came over curiously, looking at them in surprise. "Baron... What on earth are you guys doing?"

Baron paused while shaving and turned his head slightly toward her; there were still traces of foam on half of his face. "Nova doesn't like my stubble," he confessed with an embarrassed shrug, "she was crying every time I held her."​

The razor paused at the level of his jawline as he waited for her reaction—maybe she thought he was being dramatic? But he didn't want to take that risk. She raised an eyebrow slightly. Could Nova really distinguish it that clearly? Or was she just reacting to the unfamiliar sensation?

​"She grimaced as if she were disgusted. Plus, I don't want to hurt her skin..." Then he completely wiped the foam off his face. "The kid has very strong opinions about beards."

​"Baby-faced Baron... mm, delicious." The corners of Baron's lips twitched, trying to suppress his smile. "Delicious?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow. His wife finding his clean-shaven face endearing boosted his ego a bit.​He finished his shave quickly, rinsed off the last remnants of foam, and turned to Nova in the carrier. He had no beard now; he slowly leaned in... testing to see if she would approve this time.

​But Nova, like any baby, had already reached her sleep hour; she looked at him with the same blank stare and yawned softly. Baron pouted slightly. "You might not be able to talk, but you could at least smile, sweetie."

She laughed and gently took his face in her hands. "Don't worry, I appreciate you very much, honey." Baron smiled softly and gently placed his hand over hers. "I'd better take Nova to her crib..." "Yes, put her to bed nicely, and then come back to me so I can enjoy this face of yours for a bit."​

Baron froze in his tracks upon hearing this after taking a few steps and looked at her. She laughed and shrugged her shoulders slightly. "After all, our daughter isn't the only one who missed you..." Baron swallowed hard at her flirtatious response.

​"Looks like bedtime has arrived for our beautiful daughter. I will definitely make sure she falls into a deep sleep, yes." And the moment he finished his sentence, he was out of the bathroom. She laughed behind his back and shook her head.​

She had returned to the kitchen to busy herself with the food, but a little while later, Baron came and practically glued himself to her, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist from behind. He buried his face in the crook of her shoulder.

She laughed, her hand gently sliding through his hair. "I was just preparing the food..." "Forget the food, we never know what might happen." When he instantly spun her around and sat her on the counter, a soft giggle escaped the girl.​"Here? On the counter? I'm cooking here, Baron."

Yet, Baron had already grabbed her by the hips and pulled her close, running his hands along her thighs and leaning in until there was no distance left between their faces.​"You know kissing you is my favorite thing..." Baron murmured as he planted a small kiss on her lips. "But I can't say the same about taking clothes off..." and taking off his shirt was just as fast.

She raised her arms and didn't even protest. Baron's hands instantly found her shorts, leaving small kisses and bites on her inner thighs as he pulled them off. "And then you ask 'why you're so impatient?' hm?" She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck while wrapping her legs around him as well.​Baron took this opportunity to easily lift her off the narrow counter and lay her down on the nearby table, his lips hovering like a ghost around the white lace details of her bra. "You've started to become a very dirty person."

​"Only we eat at this table, if you want, we can set it aside specifically for our fun?" She laughed at his absurd suggestion and shook her head, pulling him in to give him a deep kiss. Someone really needed to quiet him down, after all.​Her hands slid down during their kiss and found the hem of his shirt, slowly pulling it off while her hands roamed over his broad back. When they got the shirt off, their kisses paused for only a few seconds.

Baron's hands first wandered around her waist for a bit, squeezing her curves and feeling them in his palms, then slipped to the small of her back, causing her waist to arch like a bow. He was already hard, and thanks to their position, he began to create a slight friction between them.​ The sweet warmth created by the friction instantly quickened both of their breaths. Baron let out a muffled groan as he pressed his lips against her neck, right in that sensitive hollow she loved.

He slid his lips down to her collarbone, taking it between his teeth and gently biting. As the young woman's body tensed, a playful smile appeared on Baron's lips. "I haven't been able to touch you for two weeks..." he murmured, his voice sounding rougher than usual. "Long enough..." the girl replied. ​

He slowly slid his hand down to her hips, pulling her a bit closer to himself toward the edge of the table. The distance between them vanished completely.

The dark, possessive look in his eyes took the her breath away. Baron, without rushing but with a determined manner, continued to run his hands over her skin. He unclasped her lace bra with a single motion, never taking his eyes off hers for even a second.​"Baron..." she breathed out his name like a sigh as she felt herself melt under his intense gaze. "I'm right here, sweetheart..." he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath.

Pushing the bra completely aside, he brought his lips down to her breasts, and her head back, completely surrendering to the smooth surface of the table. As his warm tongue and lips left traces on her skin, moving downward toward her stomach, her hands on his shoulders and arms tightened.​Baron gently bit her inner thigh again first, then planted a tiny kiss on the wet spot of her underwear with a smirk.

She winced at the slight pain, a soft whimper escaping her teeth, but she suppressed it by biting her lower lip at the immediate pleasure that followed.

Baron sat up as he hooked his fingers into the edge of her underwear and slowly slipped it off. Their breaths mingled, and under the dim kitchen light, Baron's shoulders, beginning to glisten with sweat, shined.​"I'm still thinking about setting the table aside, by the way,"

Baron whispered as his fingers gently caressed her G-spot. "Because this is definitely my favorite spot now. I didn't know our table was such a perfect size." She laughed involuntarily through her moans.​He watched her laugh with delight, slowly leaned his head down again, and traced his warm tongue along her vagina, slowly parting that little valley. Now and then he pressed tiny kisses around it, and the woman took pleasure even in the mere thought and feel of his smooth face.

She slid her hands into his hair and closed her eyes, her lips parting with a sigh. "Keep going..." Baron would never object to that; on the contrary, drawing even more confidence, he increased the pressure. As she groaned, her head slowly fell back, and when Baron lifted his gaze to watch her reaction, he couldn't hold back a low groan.​

His own hand slowly slid down to his jeans; he was swollen, and the tightness was overwhelming him now. He squeezed the bulge slightly with his hand. He pulled back a few inches and swallowed, licking his already wet lips.

​"I need you so much..." Hearing this desperate murmur, she gently took his chin and pulled him closer. Baron instantly moved over her again slowly and merged their lips.

​Her hand gently pushed his hand away and took its place. First, she stroked him a bit and enjoyed his muffled groans between their kisses. Unable to stop herself from giggling, she looked at him. "Actually, I agree with you. If I had a penis, it would definitely get hard looking at this face of yours."​

Baron looked at her in surprise and blinked. "Do you always have to say the weirdest things at moments like this?" "Don't worry, I don't have any plans of acquiring one yet." Baron rolled his eyes and laughed.

​"Now, if you'll excuse me, let me enjoy this a bit." Baron was just about to lick his fingers, wet with her arousal, when she caught his chin and lifted it. "You've enjoyed it enough, now take off your pants so I can see what else is smooth."

Baron shook his head laughing, pulled back slightly, and began to shed the rest of his clothes. "You're the one who is really dirty..." She looked at him as if offended. "What? I'm just sharing my excitement..."

When Baron was completely naked, she bit her lower lip slightly. "God really created you with extra care." Baron responded to her words with a slight smile and, without waiting any longer, brought their lips together again.

When their lips met again, there was no room left for jokes or delay. Baron's kiss was deep, possessive, and intense, as if trying to settle the entire bill of their two-week separation.Her hands instantly wrapped around Baron's bare, smooth shoulders; she gently dug her nails into his tense muscles, writhing with the impatience of the familiar, warm wave rising from within her.

Without pausing even while kissing, Baron slid his hands down to her thighs and gently guided her to wrap her legs around his waist. When she wrapped her legs tightly around his strong waist, Baron's pelvis pressed directly against the warm, wet center he was searching for.

Deep, shaky breaths escaped both of them at the same time.​"I suppose you've seen everything that is smooth now?" Baron whispered, parting his lips barely a millimeter from her wet ones, looking directly into her eyes. Left breathless under his gaze, she could only nod slightly. "Baron... please," she murmured, no longer having the strength to wait any longer.

​Baron smirked slightly at her submissive tone, but he didn't want to tease her any further. Slowly pushing his hips forward, he surrendered himself into her warmth with a single, decisive, and deep thrust.​The loud moan spilling from her mouth was lost to the echoing walls of the kitchen. Her hands reflexively climbed up Baron's back, her fingers searching for a hold on his broad shoulders. Feeling so completely filled, that intense and warm sensation of fullness made her head spin.

Baron closed his eyes tightly at the incredible tightness and warmth he felt, pausing as he gritted his teeth. To keep himself in check, he buried his head in her neck, breathless, for a few seconds.

​"No, no, I'm fine..." she whispered, trying to catch her breath while gently pushing her hips against his. This small movement was enough for Baron to completely lose control.​Placing his hands on the table to support himself on either side of her, he began to find his rhythm. Each thrust was slow but as deep and heavy as possible.

As her back slid slightly across the smooth wooden table with each movement, Baron's wet, smooth chin rubbed against her neck and breasts; the sweet scent of coconut he left behind heavily weighted the lust-filled air in the kitchen.

The rhythmic friction sounds rising from the kitchen, the deep sighs, and her uncontrollable moans contrasted sharply with the peaceful silence in the next room where Nova slept soundly. With every thrust, Baron never took his eyes off her, watching her writhe in pleasure.

Floating on the edge of pleasure, she dug her nails deep into his back. She had already completely stopped holding back her moans.​

With Baron quickening his pace, the air in the kitchen felt almost electrified. Each of his thrusts was so deep and targeted that his wife had to throw her head back and press it against the cold surface of the table every time. The contrast between the cold wood and the burning heat radiating from Baron's skin was enough to drive her crazy with pleasure.

​He buried his lips in her neck again, gently sinking his teeth into that delicate skin and sucking as he continued to drive his hips with the same relentless rhythm. With that sweet ache in her neck, the woman surrendered herself completely to his rhythm. While Baron's broad, sweaty shoulders glistened under the dim kitchen light, she ran her hands over his tight chest muscles, down to his flat stomach and his hips that tensed with each movement. With every in-and-out of Baron, the wet, rhythmic sounds between them echoed off the kitchen walls.

​When Baron felt the woman nearing the peak of pleasure, he took his hands off the table and placed them under the her hips. He lifted her slightly toward himself, making the angle even steeper.​With this movement, a high-pitched, uncontrolled gasp was about to escape her mouth, but Baron instantly leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. "Be quiet, sweetheart... we wouldn't want to leave our business unfinished..." and without waiting for an answer, he pressed his lips against hers again.

Their kisses were fierce and breathless, as if trying to quench the wild hunger inside them. Baron groaned into her mouth as he quickened his thrusts. With the immense fullness and speed she felt inside, she knew she couldn't last much longer. As her muscles began to squeeze wildly around Baron, she turned her head away from the kiss and let out a deep moan. Locking her legs around his waist, she experienced her first release.

The tight clenching and trembling of her insides dragged Baron over the edge within seconds. After delivering a few more hard, deep thrusts amidst her sweet spasms, Baron released himself completely inside her with a low, throaty groan.​

They both remained tightly clung to each other on the table right next to the kitchen counter, completely out of breath. Resting their foreheads together, both of their chests rose and fell rapidly.

Baron smiled softly, his hair clinging to his forehead, and planted a tender kiss on her cheek. "Now..." he said, trying to steady his breathing. "...I think we can really keep this table strictly for us. It earned it."​

She still feeling that sweet languor, giggled softly and placed her hands on his smooth cheek. "You're an idiot, Baron... When are we going to finish the food anyway?" Baron kissed her hand and smirked playfully. "Food can wait, sweetheart. But I'm not quite done with you yet."

​But their moment was broken by a tiny crying sound; both of them instantly froze and focused on their daughter's voice for a few seconds. "Well, I guess we have to postpone it then. Switching to real food won't be a problem."

She was laughed at his expression, and they both pulled apart to gather themselves. Baron called out as he quickly tidied up his clothes, "I'm coming, sweetie! I know you missed your daddy like crazy!" He quickly planted a kiss on her cheek, pulled his shirt back on just as fast, and headed toward their daughter's room..

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