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It had been going on for hours now, the screaming and fighting. You and Andy had argued before this, but not this much. You had never seen Andy this angry before, over something he hasn’t even told you about yet. He was in a foul mood when he had gotten home from work, probably a run in with Neil (again), but he hadn’t told you what it was about. He had scolded you for even being near him when he was in this mood which you pushed back, making his anger rise more than you have ever seen it rise before. 

You were sat on the couch quietly, wiping your silent tears away as you stare at the fireplace, trying to listen to where Andy was in the house. Hoping that you won’t have to speak to him until tomorrow, when his mood might have improved and he has realised that he took his anger out on the wrong person. Heck, if it came to it you would even sleep on the couch or in the spare bedroom if you really had to avoid him and his temper. 

It was the first major argument you have had with Andy since you have moved in with him. You didn’t expect that you would have one that would be blown out of proportion just because Andy was in a bad mood from work. You knew that he didn’t mean to take his anger out on you but you were the only one in the house for him to do so. Maybe, this is what happened when he was with Laurie, maybe this is how she felt? But they were a happy family, weren’t they? Until she ruined everything after Jacob’s trial, killing him because she didn’t believe that he was truly innocent, making Andy leave her and in turn fall in love with you. 

He went out for a run to “calm down”, hopefully he will be in a bit of a better mood but that hadn’t happened as he slammed the door when he walked in, stalking upstairs to have a shower as you made dinner for you both quietly. That was 20 minutes ago and he is still to appear downstairs.

You sigh a little to yourself, moving off the couch to go and grab a blanket, wanting to alleviate the chill you felt from his mood. Usually Andy always tried to cuddle with you once he was back from a run as a joke, knowing that he was sweaty and needed a shower first. But, for the first time since living together, he didn’t. 

You weren’t even sure what was playing on the TV as you were just thinking about the shouting match you both had when he arrived home, you were so inside your own head and thoughts that you didn’t hear Andy walk downstairs slowly to come and find you as it was later than expected and you were usually getting ready for bed by now. 

You finally look up at your boyfriend when he sits next to you slowly, his hair still damp from his shower and the most guilty look on his face. His anger seems to have evaporated whilst he was in the shower. You hadn’t been able to stop crying since he left for his run and the look on his face just breaks your heart as he can see the tears in your eyes. 

“Oh baby…” He murmurs before cupping your cheeks in his hands to wipe away the tears away with his thumbs slowly “I am so sorry that I made you cry…I am sorry that I shouted at you…I am so sorry…” He whispers as he focuses on your tears. 

You close your eyes as he takes gentle care whilst holding your face in his hands. Taking a deep breath before opening your eyes to look at him, you melt into his touch slowly. Your Andy was back and you were eternally grateful as you knew that you would not have been able to not join him in your bed. 

“I have never seen you that angry…” You whisper as you look back at Andy and he nods slowly. A frown graces his face as he remembers how he treated you when he arrived home from the worst day at work he has had in a while. 

He lets a long breath before nodding slowly, his eyes flicking back to yours and he pulls you into his arms. His embrace was comforting, even though he was the one who made you feel like this. “Neil wants to look at Jacob’s case again, the Rifkin’s still do not believe that Jacob is innocent in Ben’s murder…” He says as he holds you close. You could hear the anger in his voice, his son was dead because his own mother didn’t believe him when he said he was innocent, and now the case was going to be looked at again to put the blame on a dead 14-year-old when he was found not guilty originally. 

Andy’s anger earlier was completely justified now you know why he was kicking off. He was going to have to re-live one of the most traumatising parts of his life again, and his son’s death because no-one believed that his son was innocent. Apart from the two of you. When Andy opened up and told you about those traumatic months of his life, you knew that he had fought for his son’s innocence with every fibre of his being, and you believed him when he said that Jacob was innocent. You just knew. You knew that Andy wasn’t lying when he said that Jacob was innocent. 

“Oh Andy…” You say and you look at him sadly, stroking his cheek gently as you watch his reaction carefully. He seems to relax a little as you stroke his cheek, like you were his rock, his support system. “I am so sorry that you have to re-live everything that happened to you and Jacob again, to prove his innocence yet again…that isn’t right what they are doing…” 

Andy sighs and nods before pressing a light kiss to your head as he holds you closer to him, neither of you knew what to say now. Andy’s life was going back under the microscope when it shouldn’t be. 

“Come to bed with me…” 

He said it so softly that you wouldn’t have been able to catch the five words out if the TV wasn’t muted and you weren’t cuddled up to him in his lap. A small smile plays on your lips as you realise that he does still want to share a bed with you tonight, even after the argument you had when he arrived home. 

You look up at him through your lashes before pressing a kiss to his stubble. “Of course I will…I would go anywhere with you…” You whisper against his skin in a promise that you would not be looking at breaking any time soon, since you were deeply in love with the man that you were sharing this house with. 

Andy’s smile is small when he looks down at you, his eyes glistening with tears before he nods and stands up from the couch, holding his hand out for you to take and head up to bed with him. 

You look at him before taking his hand, standing up with him and walks up to your bedroom, knowing that the fight wasn’t over, but you were glad the fight wasn’t between you and Andy anymore. It was against the two of you and the rest of the world who want to contest Jacob’s innocence when he is no longer here to fight himself. 

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Pulling the hoodie over your head you took an exhausted break and looked around. It was still early morning with crisp breeze cutting through calm and quite of the time. The sun was coming up on the horizon and there weren’t too many people in the park. You weren’t the one to come for run til mid morning but today was exception. You wanted to lay your hands on something special and the added bonus was that you loved coming at this time.

You walked out of the park and straight to the newsstand that was open now and eagerly picked up the two copies of the People magazine that has your husband Chris Evans looking at you with those smoldering eyes after being announced as the sexiest man alive. As if you didn’t know that already since forever.

You sprinted back to home in order to read the magazines in peace before the chaos of the day caught up. You walked into a silent house with Chris and Dodger still sleeping. Chris who came home late last night was catching up on sleep and Dodger was catching up on Chris’ company.

You made yourself a cup of your favorite hot beverage to beat some of that chill and walked out on the sunny back patio with the magazines. You started flipping out the pages of the magazine while admiring the beauty of your husband. There were still moments when you have to pinch yourself that he is actually your husband and you get to share his life, his hopes, dreams, fears, tears, and smiles. Your fingers stopped at a particular picture. It was the picture of Chris on the motorbike and your mind traveled back to the memory of that day but more particularly that moment.

Chris was shooting in Atlanta when he got the news of being the sexiest man alive and you were the first person he shared the news with along with the wish that you accompany him to the photo shoot that the magazine was planning. Knowing how huge this was and also the fact that you haven’t seen your husband for a while you accepted the offer and arranged your schedule to meet him.

The shoot was chilly and it happening on a secluded farmhouse made it even more chilly. It was a beautiful sunny day with lot of chaos and work being put on to make this shoot a success. While Chris was busy with the photographers and his stylists you took that time to explore that farm, hoping someday you could have something like this of your own when you watch the life’s sunset with Chris without any chaos of his or your work. As you were lost in your thoughts Chris’ call cut through them asking where you were. Deciding not to scare him that you were lost you decided to go back and it was at that moment you saw Chris perched on that looking handsome as ever.

A sigh escaped your lips on how he managed to leave you breathless every time. Chris looked at you through his glasses and smiled before posing for the photographer and his stylist Ilaria explained that this was the last shoot of the day. You just hummed and concentrated on your husband.

As the shoot came to an end, Chris asked for a few moment of alone time with you before everything had to be wrapped up. He motioned you to come to him as he kept talking to the photographer.

“You leave me speechless every time,” you whispered to him as he took you in his arms with his hips still resting on the bike.

“I am glad because what’s the point of being sexiest man alive if my wife isn’t impressed,” he cheekily replied. You shook your head and decided to kiss him instead to telling how you’ll always be impressed by him.

“Wow!” Chris responded as you both broke the kiss to get some air. “This biker man looks suits you,” you spoke ruffling his hair at the nape of his neck. “Biker man?” He raised his eyebrows. “Well you aren’t a boy anymore so your are a biker man.” You shrugged. “Fair enough,” he paused and moved you back a bit before sitting properly on the motorbike before asking, “shall we go for a ride?” And who were you to deny it.

You both took several rounds of the farm as you slid your arms across his torso before resting them on his chest feeling his beating heart. Your cheek was resting on his broad shoulders inhaling his musk and cedar cologne that always lulled your senses. The wind blowing through your hair and sun showering it’s golden light made up for the perfect moment that will always stay alive in your heart. In that moment you both were two people without a worry about the world, lost in your own wonderland.

“That was a good day,” Chris’ deep morning voice again cut though your thoughts as he placed a gentle kiss on your head. “It was,” you looked at him as he sat next to you before sliding a Manila envelope. “What is this?” You asked and he gestured you to open it while he sipped his beverage. You opened the envelope to find few pictures of you and Chris which you shared near that motorbike talking, laughing and kissing. Your faces has the biggest smiles with eyes crinkling as the sun cast the perfect golden halo on you.

“These are…” words were lost in your throat because nothing you could say would justify what you felt that moment so you decided to show it by kissing him. “I think I should leave you speechless more often,” Chris joked as you both broke kiss. “There’s more by the way,” he got up and gave you his hand which you grabbed happily. He led you to the tools cabin in your huge backyard and removed the covering to reveal the same motorbike.

“So, are you ready for another ride with the biker man?” He asked as you hopped on for an early morning fun with Dodger joining you both for a family ride.

Education was a portal to a world unknown. A motto she lived and breathed by. It was the motivation needed to pull herself out of bed, put on her best outfit, and show up for not only her students, but for herself. To keep the legacy of educators alive. 

She was a middle school teacher--8th grade physical science, to be exact. She assumed the desire to be an educator was passed through genetic DNA. Her father held a Ph.D. in literature and taught Shakepearan studies at a local community college while her mother, a doctor, taught at one of the medical schools just twenty minutes outside of her hometown. And similarly, her brother had the intention of becoming a history teacher for high school students. She was born into a family that lived to learn, and she hoped to pour that same love of knowledge into her students. 

The start to her day wasn’t sunshine and rainbows as it typically had been. No, her morning was a whirlwind. The dryer ate her favorite pair of socks, she ran out of coffee pods for her coffee machine, her hair refused to cooperate, and her outfit didn’t present itself in the way she pictured. She was left to wear a simple dress with sandals, to put her hair in a ponytail, and to visit the nearest coffee shop on her way to school. 

She trudged through the double doors of the school. Her smile wavered as she greeted fellow faculty, staff, and students. She made it to her classroom, her safe space, within five minutes. Open flew the door as she pushed it with heavy hands. 

It was quiet and the sun shone through the curtains she hung up. The earthly decor around her brought peace and calmed her nerves. She walked to her desk, where she dropped her belongings at her desk and sat in her newly purchased rolling chair.

Soft hums came from her as she prepared to organize her space. She had an hour until the students came to class, which gave her the opportunity to collect her mind and aura before they arrived. As she began to mess around her desk, she noticed a small notecard next to a box of chocolates and a small bear in the corner. 

Curiously, she gently took the card into her hands and read it softly to herself, “Happy Monday, my love. I hope today is a great day, full of smiles and full of joy. Love, CE.”

A smile pulled at her lips and suddenly the stress she felt began to alleviate. Her boyfriend of a year, Chris, was the definition of the man of her dreams. Everything that she could have asked for, wrapped into a teddy bear of a man whom she loved. They had a traditional relationship and it worked for them. He honored, valued, and respected her from the depths of his being.

She reread the letter and caresses the bear until the bell rang and the footsteps of students flooded the halls. She shook off her nerves and opened her classroom door, where she was greeted with smiling children, each holding a white rose in their hands. 

“Good morning, kiddos. What’s up with the flowers, did you guys hang out outside before class?” she asked. She was met with giggles and hushed laughs. She raised an eyebrow and glanced around the room in confusion. 

“What’s going on, honies? What’re you guys hiding? You’re so silly!”

“We have a surprise for you, Miss Jones!” 

She placed her hand on her chest and smild gleefully. “What is it?” The students instructed her to sit down at her desk. She obeyed their instruction, and one by one, the children walked to her and gave her a flower. By the time the last chld came up to her, she had twenty five roses in her possession. 

Her cheeks hurt from the joyful smile that played on her lips. It only grew wider when a familar presence entered the room. “Hi, sweetheart.” Chris. With those twinkling blue eyes and jaw-dropping smile. His hands were crossed behind his back as he shuffled into the room. 

“Heard you weren’t having the best week, and well, I don’t like seeing you like this, and neither do the kiddos…so I asked them to help me out, right?”

A chorus of yesses filled the room. She laughed softly and dug her nose into her flowers. 

“They told me that they love their Miss Jones because she’s the best person ever. Loving, kind, gentle, patient. And I couldn’t agree more,” Chris made his way to her chair and took her left hand into his. “Because of you, I’ve had the best year of my life. A year of love, growth, enew experiences, and you have made a better man, in so many ways. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and so, I want to ask, will you marry me?”

Her dream ring shone in front of her brighter than stars in the sky. It was quaint, just as she liked it. But boy, did it sparkle. Behind him, her students encouraged her to say yes until their voices scratched and no more sound could come out. 

Through tears, she said, “A thousand times yes.”

Chris grinned and slid the ring onto her finger. She was engulfed in a hug that knocked her off her feet. For a few moments, she forgot where she was. Until she felt a tug on her clothes. 

“Does this mean we can come to the wedding?” 

And your ass… Chris didn’t know how juicier it had gotten with you being nothing but belly the whole entire 9 months. But one day you decided to wear some leggings to be comfortable and made him have to cut his zoom meeting short. That caused you to be bent over the nearest couch and stars in your eyes the entire time. Thank god your precious angel was sound asleep because the obscene sounds he had you make would have the neighbors -- if you had any calling the cops to your shared home.

So here you were standing outside of his shared hotel room with Scott, bouncing a very sleepy Eliana on your hip. A long flight from Boston will do that to a baby and she was ready to lay it down unlike you. The knock was loud enough for Scott to hear as he opened the door and made grabby hands to his niece.

“Come here, my precious angel! Uncle missed you so much. Sis! He’s gonna be so happy to see you two,” he says while enveloping you in a hug filled with nothing but love.

You hand over your cranky baby to her uncle, closing the door taking in the fancy room that housed two grown children. From the many pranks that these two pulled on each other, they would always send the videos to you which made you miss him even more. Settling into the room, you place your suitcase by the door as Scott gives you a mischievous grin.

Looking over at him, you know he’s up to something, “Wanna prank your husband for old time’s sake?” Scott wiggles his brow knowing you can never pass up the chance to scare this man half to death. So with a solid plan in tow, Scott goes to the other room with Eliana to wait for the big reveal.

Chris let know Scott he was on his way up. Something about ordering pizza when he got up to the room. You’re waiting safely behind the door, phone in hand as you hear the clicking of the lock and the door opening slowly.

“Hey Scott? I’m he-”

“CHRIS!!!”

“Holy fuc-! Wait? Sweethaht is that you?” His eyes squinting to make sure his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him.

With a slow pull of your finger, you pull your mask down, showing a beaming smile and nodding, “Hi baby!,” you squeal as he pulls you into his arms and picks you up spinning you around.

“What… How…” his eyes showing excitement and disbelief. One thing he couldn’t hide was how much he missed you. The woman that caught him off guard the second he laid eyes on you. He still couldn’t believe you actually decided to marry him let alone want kids with him. Contrary to belief but he never had that much luck with women and then he met you. The one who took all of him and called him out on his shit whenever you needed to.

The first time you did it, Chris didn’t know if he wanted to fuck you or tell you he was in love with you. But that day was the day that Chris could hear the wedding bells and they still haven’t stopped in his head. Now the woman with his last name was in front of him and… in that dress. He’s seen you in dresses before but now that you were still post Eliana, his love for your body grew and made him into a freaking animal.

He put you down to get a better look at you, his eyes darkening quickly when he gave you a once over. “Honey…” he stalked over to you making your back hit the wall. You could tell just by his look and lowered tone alone what he was thinking.

You tried to protest, wanting him to see Ellie first, “Baby wait,” you say pressing your hands to his chest. But your husband was too far gone to hear anything you had to say. He took both hands raising them up, pinning your arms to the wall. His other drops to your hips, squeezing firmly as you let out a soft groan.

Chris couldn’t take his eyes off you, loving the reactions you gave him when his hands touched any part of you, “Denying daddy are you honey?” you shake your head no, causing a deep chuckle to rise from his chest, “Then give me what I want. Fahking missed the hell outta you,” you make a small noise before he dropped your hands. Gripping the backs of your thighs as he lifted your up against the hard surface.

His hands bunched up the fabric of your dress, showing off your entire lower half, thighs glistening with your slick. That caught his attention the minute the growl slipped his lips, “Who’s this for baby?” he says gliding his thick fingers against your wet skin, bringing them to his lips to suck your wetness off.

Your eyes watch as Chris savors your taste, moaning around softly, “Um.. Y-you baby…” stuttering your words and feeling the heat in his stare as he gets finished with feasting on your juices.

“My beautiful wife… always so,” he pauses pulling your panties to the side and sinking his fingers in your weeping hole, causing a moan to escape your lips, “wet for me. I’m so lucky” he says finding your spot and curling his digits at the spongy spot.

Your body arches into him as he pushes and pulls his fingers from your wet channel, hearing the loud squelching of your creaminess coating them. “Baby…” you say breathlessly, feeling him pick up the pace, “Need you daddy please,” biting on your lip, not wanting to be so loud.

Chris could pick up on your soft voice, pressing you flush against the wall, “What as that sweethaht? I didn’t hear that?” he mutters against your lips, bringing his thumb to your clit and rubbing in circles, “Don’t hide those pretty noises from me. Show daddy how much you missed him,” your hips roll against his fingers, fucking yourself on them the minute your hear his command.

You grasp onto his neck, bouncing up and down as Chris praises you feeling your walls clench and flutter around him. Your eyes shut tightly as your orgasm is on its brink, feeling the coil wind tighter and tighter until Chris pulls his fingers from you causing a loud whine from your mouth.

Before you could protest again, Chris sinks into you, dropping his head to the crook of your neck, breathing against your skin, “Fahhhk baby,” he whispers breathlessly, seating himself inside you and not moving. Your body wanted him to move, but you knew he needed this as much you did, feeling his lips trail up and down your neck. You buck up against him whining in his ear, his hands grasping your thighs for leverage as he thrusts up into you, knocking the breath from you.

You both missed this. His primal nature only became worse once you birthed his child and he loved everything about you. Which is why right now he was pounding you against the wall of his hotel room, pulling sounds from you in the way only he could. He ruined you for all men early in your relationship and he continued to do it over and over again.

The way you were dripping and creaming on his dick was sending him to a high that only you could give him, “My pretty wife wants to cum?” he asks between snapping his hips.

You belt out a loud, “Yes! Please daddy please!” gripping onto him tighter, pulling him to you closer as your walls start to milk him.

Chris could have came then and there but, ‘Happy wife, happy life’ was a motto he took seriously and he wasn’t the type to finish until you did. With vigor, he dropped one hand down, circling your pulsing clit with his fingers, heat creeping up your spine as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

You push your arms up his shirt, dragging your nails down his back, feeling the new ink on his skin. Chris slammed into you, quickening the circles on your bundle of nerves, pressing his lips to your ear, “Go on baby… cum… soak my cock like my good little slut,” that did it. With his command, the pressure in your tummy snapped and the sudden gush between your legs happened at the same time.

Your walls milked and sucked Chris right at the moment your orgasm came crashing down, him no longer being able to hold his resolve as he held you tighter, giving a few shallow thrusts before painting your walls with his milky seed, letting out a desperate groan, feeling his cock twitch as he emptied inside you.

He held your body up as his breathing slowed, raising his head to look at the soft smile plastered across your face, “Hi honey,” he says faintly, pressing his lips to yours, licking into your mouth, humming contently.

You pull away slightly, giggling against his lips, “Hi baby,” giving him a quick soft peck.

Slowly, he pulls his softening cock out of you, quickly pulling the fabric of your panties back to the correct spot. He had a thing for you walking around with him dripping out of you. You stumble a bit, your legs still wobbly as your look at him scanning the room.

His eyebrows furrow for a second, looking over at you, “Babe… How’d you get in here?” With the sheer realization, you’re reminded that Scott was in the other room with Ellie.

“Oh shit… Well there’s another surprise and we may have just scarred Scott…”

“What? Where’s Scott?

You had yours and Chris’ fourth child six months ago: a third baby girl, bubbly and energetic as all hell. She definitely kept the both of you, and your three other children, on your toes.

You and Chris were usually very active in the bedroom, but since having this baby, you haven’t been interested at all. You were totally healed and feeling fine, but you just haven’t been in the mood yet. After the first three, you were more than ready to jump back in the sack as soon as you could, but not with this time around; you’ve been attributing it to your matured age and just the stress of adding a fourth child to take care of.

After the first three, Chris was very patient with waiting for you to initiate things; he knew you had to be in pain and he didn’t want to push you into anything. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait very long. This time however, he’s starting to get desperate. Every little thing that you do turns him on. Whether it be cooking, or cleaning up toys, or shuffling around your children, he can’t stop thinking about what else you could be doing. He could bend you over the counter, or take you right there on the living room carpet, or you could be riding him in the backseat of the car: all things you’ve done in the past, but now can’t with the kids.

Tonight, his thoughts were no different. He watched you put the baby down gently, before trailing back to the movie you’re watching with the three older kids. His member is so hard and straining against his jeans under the blanket; he’s trying to think of anything else, but the idea of you consumes him. When you decide to rest your legs across his lap, your calf just barely brushing against his length, he almost loses it. The credits start to roll a few minutes later, thank god, he thinks to himself.

“Alright, off to bed kiddos,” you call, taking out the DVD and turning off the television.

“But can’t we watch another?” your oldest asks, looking at Chris instead of you, knowing he’s more likely to give in.

He chuckles at her puppy dog eyes, “no munchkin, mom said off to bed.”

“Pleaseeeeeeee?” your boy pipes in, trying so hard to get his dad to cave.

“Nope,” Chris answers quickly, “if you’re really good this week, we can watch two next weekend,” he promises.

“Okay dad!” they call, jumping up to race up to bed.

You follow your girls into their room, tucking them in, while Chris does the same with your son.

Once they’re in bed, you meet Chris in the hallway. He’s quick to pull you into him by your hips, planting a long deep kiss on your lips. His tongue snakes out, pushing between your lips and caressing yours gently. His hands snake down, settling into the pockets of your jeans and squeeze your butt harshly.

You laugh against his lips, “what on Earth has gotten into you?”

“Mmm,” he answers, still pressing your lips together, “can’t stop thinkin’ about you is all, sugar.”

“That’s a new one,” you laugh at the pet name, pulling your neck back to look in his eyes.

You know that glint; you’ve seen it a million times before. In fact, that glint has directly contributed to the four kids you just put to bed.

“Easy, tiger,” you whisper as he begins to rock his hips into you.

He groans, dropping his head to your neck and kissing up the side of it. You let him have a second, knowing it’s been forever since the two of you have done anything and he must be pretty desperate. He sucks on your sweet spot for just a second, arms holding you tight to him and teeth just beginning to graze against your skin. You hum for just a second before pulling away and stepping out of his grasp.

He whines at the loss of contact, thinking he probably won’t get what he needs tonight; he’ll just have to finish himself in the shower again.

“Gotta take Dodger out,” you whisper to him, starting to pad down the hall, “can you turn off the lights downstairs?” you ask gently.

“Sure, darlin’,” he answers, the corners of his mouth still turned down.

He follows you downstairs, still focused on getting off, but more than okay helping you, his little friend would have to wait.

He turns off all the lights downstairs, clearing away a few toys in the playroom while he’s at it, and meets you in the living room. He presses a small kiss to your temple while you stand at the back door watching Dodger outside, “I’m gonna head up,” he says.

“Okay, I’ll be up after this,” you smile at him.

He gives you a small smile back before heading upstairs. He sits on the end of the bed, letting his back fall against the mattress and heaving out a breath. He runs his hands over his face waiting for you. He needs you: to kiss you, to treasure you, to make you cum so hard you scream.

You let Dodger back in, giving him a treat and turning off the living room light that Chris had left on for you. You pad up the staircase to your room, finding Chris with his hands over his face. You start to move the throw pillows off the bed, carelessly tossing them on the chair in the corner.

Chris takes note of your presence, sitting up abruptly and facing right at you.

“Babe,” he calls, “can we have sex?”

You laugh at his abruptness. You don’t know what to say in response, instead just looking at him softly.

He scoots over to where you’re standing, trapping your form between his legs and resting his hands on your hips. He presses a few light kisses to your tummy before speaking.

“I like to let you lead after having a baby and I never want to pressure you, but please baby, wanna be inside you, wanna treat you, wanna love you...” he trails off, pressing gentle kisses to your chest.

You wrap your arms around his neck, twirling his hair around your fingers. You lean down, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.

“Are you feeling healed?” he asks against your lips, wondering if that’s why you weren’t starting anything, “I never want to hurt you, darlin’, just wanna know what’s goin’ on.”

You breathe out against him, “I’m healed, bub,” you answer gently, “just haven’t been in the mood yet. I think I’m stressed with all these kids,” you chuckle, “lot’s going on, ya know?”

“Yeah, I get it,” he answers, pecking you sweetly, “but let’s relieve some tension, yeah?”

There’s that damn glint again.

You chuckle against his lips, letting him pull you forward on top of him as he lays back down. You sigh, opening your mouth to let his tongue in once again. He’s quick to take your hint, relishing in your taste.

He slowly pulled you up his body, hugging you tightly. You brought your legs up to either side of his hips. Your arms stayed locked behind his neck, tugging his hair gently. You hummed into each other’s mouths.

He soon pushed the two of you up and over, laying you on your back as he started to kiss down your body. He pressed open mouth kisses, trailing from your neck, across your collarbone, between the valley of your breasts, over your tummy, and settling just above the waistband of your jeans. 

“This okay?” he asked gently before continuing, his fingers wrapped around the hem of your shirt.

“Mmhm,” you hum with a small smile.

“Words, darlin’,” he encouraged.

“Yes, Chris,” you whispered, a little breathless.

He pushed your shirt up, exposing your tummy to him as he began to kiss your skin, following his pattern back up, but this time with no barrier between the two of you.

He peeled your shirt over your head, sitting back on his knees and taking in this sight of you for a second. He breathed deeply, “so beautiful,” he whispered to himself, making you giggle lightly. You sat up, reaching forward and pulling his shirt off as well. You ran your hands over his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his muscles pulling at his skin.

He chuckled at the feeling, your light touch tickling his chest. You looked up at his face finally, seeing his love for you pour through his eyes. You snaked your hands up and around his neck again, pulling him down for a kiss once more.

He guided you to lay on your back again, still kissing you deeply. He moved his lips south, sucking a harsh red mark into your neck. You moaned at the feeling; you knew you’d have to come up with an excuse tomorrow but you didn't care, guess you burned yourself with the curling iron again, you thought.

He hummed against your skin, feeling your moans vibrate through him. He worked his way down again, reaching around your back to unclasp your bra. He watched your breasts spill from their restraints; not being able to help himself, he pressed a kiss to your soft flesh. He quickly moved down, popping open the button of your jeans; your simple cotton panties came into view.

“Sorry,” you whispered, “wasn’t thinking about this this morning or I would’ve dressed up for the occasion.”

He moaned against you, pressing a kiss just below your belly button, “you never have to dress up for me, darlin’,” he pressed another kiss a little further south, slipping his fingers in the waistband of your panties, “not that it’s not appreciated when you do of course…” he trailed off.

You chuckled at him, sitting up on your elbows to watch him.

He tugged your jeans and panties down your legs, tossing them to the ground when he finally got them off. He quickly wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you tight and pulling you to the end of the bed. You squealed at the surprise, laughing as he kneeled in front of you.

He smirked up at you, settling between your legs. You locked your ankles behind his back, kicking your socks off, before opening your calves again. He laughed at your actions.

“What?” you giggled, “people who have sex with their socks on are weird!”

That got a good laugh out of him, the rumble of his voice sending vibrations through your center, “whatever you say darlin’.”

You hummed at the vibrations, blinking for an extra second. While your eyes were closed, he quickly dipped his head down, sucking your clit into his mouth. You moaned instantly, your eyes flying open. You laughed at his actions for the shortest second before moaning again.

He dragged his tongue up and down your folds, paying extra attention to your clit. He quickly pulled up his hand, plunging two fingers into your center. You tensed your legs around his neck at the new stimulation. He moaned, feeling your thighs clench around his head. He waited for just a second, watching your face for any signs of discomfort before starting to thrust his fingers. You hummed at the new feeling, your orgasm coming up fast, the coil in your tummy tightening.

Your legs squeezed his face even tighter, his beard digging into your soft skin. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, curling them at the ends to hit you just right. He sucked on your clit like a vacuum, pulling it between his teeth and biting just barely.

He shook his head side to side, rubbing his beard against your skin and you were done for. You clambered over the edge, your release white hot and blazing. Your legs shook around his body; your arms gave out beneath you and you latched your hands on top of his head. You pushed his face further into your core, his nose bumping your clit as you began to thrust on his face gently.

You started coming down, your legs relaxing and breathing slowing. Chris lapped at your core, licking up every drop of your release, before climbing up your body. Your eyes opened slightly, finding his face above you.

He smiled at you fondly before dipping his neck and kissing you once again. You tasted yourself on his lips, his beard wet against your chin. You chuckled into the kiss, bringing both of your hands to the sides of his face. You cupped him gently, stroking your tongue against his.

He began to rock his hips against yours, the texture of his jeans harsh against your overstimulated nub. You hissed, jerking your hips back slightly.

“What is it? Did I hurt you?” he was quick to ask, lifting his hips away from your body.

“No, babe,” you giggled, “just sensitive.” You pulled him to you to peck his lips again.

He sighed in relief against your mouth, pulling back again and shuffling off the end of the bed. He bent down, making a show of taking off his socks and making you giggle, before he dropped his pants and boxers.

He stood at the end of the bed for a second just looking at your naked form. You admired him as well, his member engorged, red, and leaking. He quickly dropped a hand to it, pumping slowly to give himself a bit of relief.

“Well?” you questioned, sitting up on your elbows again, “you gonna come back?”

He chuckled at you, shaking his head a bit before quirking a brow at you, “condom?” he asked so quickly you almost missed it.

“Oh, uh, well,” you stuttered. You hadn't thought about it because the last few times it didn’t matter.

He noticed your hesitation, “I know we haven’t talked about having more…”

“Uh,“ you said again, trying to read his face, “let’s go without?” you questioned him.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind,” he continued, still stroking himself lazily.

“Yeah,” you answered breathily, “I’m not saying ‘let’s have another’ but, uh, if it happens, it happens.”

“So not not trying?” he asked.

“Yeah, not trying but not not trying either,” you giggled.

“Works for me,” he shrugged, climbing on top of you quickly.

He kissed you again, immediately bringing his tongue to yours. You accepted him, pressing back against his face. Your hands settled on his back, gently scratching him with your nails. He moaned at the contact, missing your marks on his skin. Your nails wouldn’t leave behind any evidence tonight, but just the idea of it had his member jerking in his palm.

He sat up, looking down at your center as he guided his cock to you. He rubbed the head through your folds a few times, gathering up your arousal; he made sure to bump your clit repeatedly.

“Chris,” you whined with a laugh, kissing his cheekbones.

“Alright, alright,” he chuckled, blowing air against you.

He covered your mouth with his as he began to push inside of you. You pulled away from his kiss, hissing at the action, sensitive and not as used to the intrusion anymore. He kissed your temple and forehead over and over, still entering you slowly.

“I know, baby, I know,” he soothed, “just a little more, promise. You’re takin’ me so well.”

You willed yourself to relax, it’s just Chris, you thought, you’ve done this a million times. Your thoughts didn’t help much, but enough to take him all the way.

He bottomed out, hip bones settling against yours; he continued to press kisses over your face, whispering sweet praises to you as he did so.

You began to adjust to him again, enjoying the connection; you’d really missed him and this. Your walls relaxed around him slowly, pulling him in deeper.

“God, baby, so tight,” he breathed against your skin.

“Sorry,” you whispered, knowing he wanted to move.

“No no no, feels good,” he chuckled.

“No, I meant sorry it’s taking me a second,” you answered.

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” he mumbled, “love bein’ inside you, want this to take a while anyway,” he winked.

You giggled, your walls contracting and relaxing around him.

“Shh,” he groaned, “stop doin’ that.”

“Sorry,” you giggled again, this time intentionally tightening your walls.

“Oh that’s how you wanna play?” he chuckled.

All you did was giggle and press a kiss to his lips.

He kissed back hungrily, biting your bottom lip and pulling it back a few times before diving in for more. You smiled into the kiss before whispering, ”move, babe.”

He was quick to respond, gently pulling his hips back before knocking into you again. You moaned loudly at the first thrust, squeezing your eyes tight to put all your focus on the feeling.

“You okay?” he breathed, placing a kiss to your temple as he stopped his hips.

“Yeah,” you answered, completely breathless, “I’m okay.”

“Okay,” he breathed, snapping into you once again, “God, I missed you,”

He set a leisurely pace, grinding his hips forward each time he bottomed out to stroke your clit in just the right way. You’d been together for so long that he knew your body like the back of his hand.

He sucked another harsh bruise on the other side of your neck, distracting himself a little bit so he wouldn’t cum right away. You could feel your peak building, but his hips weren’t enough stimulation on your clit to get you over.

“More,” you moaned in his ear.

He moved his hips faster, pounding into you harder, trying to get you to another peak before he came. He snaked a hand down to toy with your clit, knowing that would only help. You moaned loudly at that, pulling his body in closer.

“Quiet, baby,” he chuckled, “don’t wanna wake the kids.”

You tried to contain yourself, pressing your lips against his shoulder to muffle your sounds. You started to suck a mark into his skin as well, leaving your own brand.

He ran his hands over your clit harder, pounding you relentlessly, “look at me,” he groaned.

You opened your eyes, meeting his immediately, and you were done for. You came instantly, tossing your head back and squeezing your eyes again.

Your walls constricted around him with your orgasm pushing him closer to the edge. He pumped you through it, kissing your face gently.

Your nails sank into his back in pleasure and he was done for. He stilled his hips deep inside of you, cumming in long hard spurts. You kissed along his jawline, feeling his release coat your inner walls.

“Oh, God,” you breathed against him as you relaxed.

“Hmmm,” he hummed back, not able to form words at the moment.

You chuckled at this, usually it was the other way around, “you still with me, love,” you whispered against his neck.

“Mmhm,” he answered, pulling out of you slowly and rolling over to the side of you.

You rolled over, facing him and using his outstretched arm as a pillow. You traced your fingertips over his skin lightly, bringing him back to Earth.

He sighed deeply, feeling his heart rate slow down. He slowly opened his eyes, turning onto his side to face you as well, but careful not to move his arm.

“Hmm, thank you, darlin’,” he whispered, bringing a hand up to trace over the side of your body.

“I think I should be thanking you,” you breathed.

He chuckled at you, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your lips again. You lingered in the kiss, not using tongue, but moving your mouths together.

“I love you so much,” he whispered.

“I love you more,” you answered, brushing his hair back.

He sighed deeply, rolling onto his back again, “gonna get up,” he grumbled.

“Why?” you whispered.

“Gotta clean you up, babe, take care of my girl,” he spoke to the ceiling, drowsy eyes closed.

You giggled at him, rolling off of his arm and out of bed. You strolled into the en suite, grabbing a cloth and wiping yourself up before peeing.

You came back to him still in the same position, “was gonna do that,” he spoke, “promise.”

“I know,” you whispered, standing next to him and carding your fingers through his hair.

He opened his eyes lightly, drinking in your figure before giving you a lazy smile, “I love you, beautiful.”

No matter how many times he said it, it would always make you weak in the knees, “I love you too.”

“Come lay down,” he muttered gently.

“Can’t,” you answered pointing at the clock, “gotta feed the baby.”

He groaned, just wanting you to be in his arms again. He sat up slowly, turning to encase your figure with his legs once more, “I’ll do it,” he breathed, wrapping his arms around your hips and pressing kisses to your chest and tummy again.

You giggled at him, “it’s okay, I’ve got it,” you whispered.

“I wanna,” he answered, pushing you back gently so he could stand.

He grabbed some pajama pants out of the drawer, dragging them up his legs slowly. You were quick to grab his shirt from earlier, pulling it over your head before getting clean panties from the drawer. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders pulling you in for a sweet kiss again.

You hugged him close, swaying lightly.

“Alright,” he spoke as he turned around.

Just as his hand touched the knob there was a small knock on the other side. He pulled it open quickly, finding your son standing there.

“Hi, buckaroo,” he said, “what’re you doin’ up?”

Your little boy looked up at him with tears in his round eyes, “had a bad dream,” he choked out, voice breaking.

“Aww bucks,” he answered, “daddy’s here,” he bent down, picking him up gently and hugging him tight.

You watched the moment happen, seeing Chris carry him to your bed before sitting down with him. Maybe five wouldn’t be so bad, you thought.

“I’ve got the baby,” you whispered.

Chris nodded as you left the room and headed down the hall, your boy snuggled tight in his arms.