She frowned. “Of course. Isn’t it obvious? I never want us to simply exist. I want you to know I love you, to feel it without saying the words. I hope you do because I never want you to question how I feel about you as my lover, my husband, the father of our children and their role model, too.”
He smiled and cradled her face. “Truth? I never thought I wanted kids until you, Leah. Then there was nothing I wanted more. With you and only you.”
“You told me that every time you got me pregnant.”
“I got you pregnant? I remember being tied up plenty of times while you rode my cock until my balls were drained dry. I’m surprised I didn’t become pregnant.”
“Now that’s a concept I could go along with. Men carrying the babies. Let them suffer the sore back and swollen feet, the hemorrhoids, the labor. Though, the human race would expire if that happened.”
“Won’t argue that. We would have zero children if I had to shit out a watermelon.”
“Mmm. Watermelon. I could go for some right now.” Her cravings were crazy with this pregnancy compared to the last two.
“Okay, let’s stay on topic here... Which is us getting naked and pretending we’re childless and having wild and crazy sex.”
Her hand went to her distended belly. “Well, we might not be able to get too crazy, but we can do really naughty things to each other.”
“Yes!” He did a fist pump. “I’m on board with that.”
“Then why are we standing here?”
“Because you were supposed to be naked and waiting in our bed when I dumped off the boys.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.”
She dropped her gaze to the outline of his erection. “And that is why I love those sweatpants.”
“And why you forbid me to wear them off the farm.”
“I didn’t forbid you, I strongly advised against it.”
“Uh huh. My wife packs a gun and a Taser, I take her strong advisement seriously.”
She leaned toward him. “As you should.” She pressed her lips to his and slid her hand over his hot and thick hard-on beneath the soft cotton. She dipped her tongue between his lips and tangled it with his. His cock flexed against her fingers and she was tempted to dig it out and go to her knees. Unfortunately, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to get back up.
She pulled away just enough to say, “If I wasn’t already pregnant, I’d take this so-called gift your parents gave us and think they were only doing it so we’d have another baby.”
“Maybe. But right now they’re content because they can smell all the new baby scent they want with Levi.”
She reluctantly released him and stepped back. “They are going to have their hands full watching this one,” she pointed to her belly, “and Levi at the same time. Your father might have to help with diapers if they’re babysitting them together.”
“My pop’s a retired cop and a Marine, he’s used to handling shit.”
“Oh, you do know I’ll use that line on you when it comes time to change the baby’s diaper and she’s had an explosion.”
Marc faked a gag. “No. I put my foot down on those up the back explosions.”
“Maybe you should take paternity leave and I’ll go back to work right away.”
“You need to nurse him.”
“I don’t need to nurse her. I can pump. Just like Autumn is doing for Levi. We’ll buy you one of those breastfeeding harnesses and you can breastfeed her.”
“Why are we still standing here talking and not fucking?”
“Now you’re just trying to change the subject.”
“Not trying, I am. Get naked, wife, while I dig out our dusty toy chest.”
Her brow rose. “Ooo. Where do we start?”
“Wherever my loving wife wants to start.”
Ass kisser. “A butt plug up your ass.”
“Okay, not there.”
“Electrodes to your balls.”
“Not there, either.”
She laughed. “Then you lied.”
“I will amend my statement. Wherever my loving wife wants to start and I agree with her suggestion... since she’s a closet sadist.”
“That’s no fun.”
“Besides, we don’t have a butt plug or electrodes.”
“Are you sure? Do you want to test that theory?”
He grimaced. “No.”
“Smart, because you tend to learn lessons the hard way.”
He clapped his hands together. “Okay! Get naked, get on the bed, I’ll grab the toy box and we’ll get this party started.”
“That sounds super romantic.”
“Wait, we’re being romantic? You said you wanted to fuck.”
“True. Romance is overrated, anyway. Multiple orgasms are better than sweet whispers of your love and devotion to me.”
His mouth dropped open. “Multiple?”
Of course that was the only part he picked up on. “I think I want to return your parents’ gift. This is not turning out like I’d hoped. Did they give you a gift receipt?”
Marc snorted and went to the closet, opening it and digging through some shoeboxes stacked on the top shelf. Out of the reach of curious, sticky little fingers. Or four-legged monsters who would think a latex butt plug was a chew toy.
“Fuck yes!” she heard from inside the closet.
He backed up a step with a box in his hand. “I think this is it.”
“Open the lid to make sure it’s not a pair of your old, stinky sneakers.”
“I prefer the surprise element. You stick your hand in it and pull something out. Whatever you choose, we’re doing.”
“Ooo. I like this game.”
“Right? Wait.” He lifted the lid and peeked inside. “You didn’t sneak a butt plug in there, did you?”
“No cheating!” she yelled.
“Yes, this is the box. Though, I’m not sure where the stuff is that never fit in this box.”
“Like the sex swing? I think that went up in the attic after Austin was born.”
Marc glanced up at the ceiling. Her gaze also rose, spotting the eyebolts where they used to hook it. His eyes dropped back to her and a wicked grin crossed his face.
“No,” she said immediately. “I’m too awkward right now. And if it crashed to the floor, it might hurt the baby.”
The grin morphed to a grimace. “Okay. Next Christmas.”
“Let’s just get through this one first, please.”
“You’re not naked, yet.”
“Neither are you!”
He dropped the box on the bed, yanked the Manning Grove PD sweatshirt over his head, threw it over his shoulder, then shucked his sweatpants and boxer briefs at the same time, dropping them to his bare feet.
He grabbed his cock and stroked it. “My wife is once again wrong. I am totally naked. It’s she who is not.”
Leah laughed and began to peel the camisole up over her belly. It fit like a second skin because Marc hated when she hid her body with anything loose, like normal maternity clothes. And she didn’t mind wearing the camisoles because that meant she didn’t have to wear a damn bra.
The less she wore when she was off-duty, the better. Being in uniform tended to be stifling some days. Especially when she was pregnant.
“A little help,” she asked as one of her larger-than-normal breasts got hung up in the built-in shelf-bra.
“I don’t know, baby, having you bound like that is giving me some ideas.”
“I’m not bound, I’m being smothered by cotton and Lycra.” The rest of the pink cami covered her head.
“I like it. I have full access to these puppies.” Fingers tweaked her sensitive nipples.
“Marc.”
“Yeah?”
“You have nipple piercings for a reason. I can’t play with them if I’m stuck in this cami.”
“Good point.” He helped her get it the rest of the way off. “By the way, if I get a Prince Albert, will you play with that, too?”
“Another very good point since you’re stuck with mine.”
“Hmm. That’s debatable.”
He grabbed her chin and lifted it. “No, it isn’t. You’re stuck with me for life, remember? ‘Til death do us part?”
“Oh. I think I missed that part because of Teddy strutting around during our wedding trying to attract Adam with a peacock mating dance. It was very entertaining.”
“You mean you didn’t hear the part where you were to obey me?”
She knew those words had been removed from the vows. “Can’t say I did.”
“Well, you agreed right there in front of witnesses. So, you can’t back out of that contract. You’re stuck with me until death and you must obey me.”
“We shall see.”
“You still have pants on.”
She hooked her fingers into her PJ bottoms and shoved them down, along with her panties. “Not anymore.”
“That’s more like it.”
Leah stretched. “It’s so nice to be naked and not worry about the boys barging in. I might stay that way until we need to go over to your parents’ tomorrow morning.”
“You have the parade.”
“Do you think anyone would mind?” she asked.
“You might get frost bitten.”
“Then I’ll just stay home.”
“No. Mom and Pop might need help with the kids and Greg.”
“Greg is good with the kids.”
“Greg is a kid,” he reminded her.
Even at thirty-two years old, Amanda’s special needs brother was just as much of a kid as the rest. He always had a blast playing with the boys. And their boys loved Greg to death. So did Hannah and Oliver. Greg was more like their sibling than uncle.
“Just go, please,” Marc pleaded. “I’ll be walking the crowd, but the three boys and Greg are a lot for them to handle and they won’t admit it.”
“I’m sure Amanda and Carly will be there. And Teddy.”
Marc tipped his head. “Adam, Matt and I will be working so we can have Christmas Day off.”
“Wait, when is the thing?”
“The thing?”
“What Adam has planned.”
“Tomorrow.”
“We all need to be there.”
“We will. Everyone without the name of Bryson is taking shifts tomorrow just for that reason, you know that.”
“Oh yeah. Baby brain.” That’s right, everyone else on the force was stepping in so none of them had to work Christmas. Though, the shifts would be light since Christmas was usually a slow day.
Hopefully that remained true tomorrow.
He pressed a hand to her belly. “After this one you can’t use that excuse anymore.”
“I won’t need that excuse, remember?”
He opened his mouth and then snapped it shut. “Why aren’t we having sex yet?”
“Fucking. We’re fucking.”
“We’re not fucking, that’s the problem. We’re standing here naked having a damn conversation. The clock is ticking. Tick. Tock.”
He reached over and grabbed the box, holding it out. Leah slipped her hand under the lid and grabbed the first thing her fingers touched. She pulled it out and held it up.
Marc’s eyes lit up. Probably because it wasn’t a butt plug.
“That’s waterproof,” he whispered, staring at the vibrating cock ring.
“And?”
“And... when’s the last time we got naked in the Jacuzzi tub?”
“You mean together? Before Austin was born, I think.”
“I think it’s time to give it some use. But what I want to do first, we’ll do here, since I don’t want to drown.”
Oh, she knew what that meant. Marc was going down.
She tried not to squeal with excitement. If she did, he would think she bonked her head. “We’d need to fill the tub in the meantime.”
“I’ll get it started. You get on the bed. I haven’t eaten breakfast yet and I’m really fucking hungry. Get it ready for your husband.”
“Normally, I’d be making you rethink that little demand, but since I’m agreeable with your plan, I’ll allow it.” She climbed onto the bed.
“Be right back.” He rushed into the master bathroom.
Leah grabbed the shoebox and knocked off the top, digging around in it and finding the chain she used to use all the time to hook onto his nipple rings. She quickly tucked it under the pillows she had propped up for her to lean against.
She dug around some more and found some gel that warmed the skin and then when you blew on it, cooled it. It was specifically for oral play. She threw that on the comforter. She also pulled out the ostrich feather.
She left the cuffs and the other toys in the box, covered it and put it on the nightstand close by, just in case they were inspired to play again after he got home from his shift. Though, as tired as she’d been lately, she might not be awake when he came home.
Which was a good reason to take advantage of their time now.
The water began to run in the large Jacuzzi tub. The tub they hardly used because they didn’t have time to lounge around and soak. Instead, they usually showered before or after work. It sounded like he didn’t open the faucet all way, which meant they didn’t have to rush and worry about the tub overflowing.
Leah leaned up against the pillows she’d stacked, and spread her legs wide with her knees bent. She grabbed the sensitizing lube, and after opening it, dabbed it onto her clit. Immediately, it began to stimulate her and heat up.
Oh yeah. They needed to keep it within arm’s reach in the nightstand. She forgot how good that stuff was. Her pussy clenched tight as her clit got even hotter.
As he was coming back into the room, she rubbed some of the cherry-flavored gel on each nipple as he watched.
His blue eyes darkened and his cock, which was once again hard as a rock, flexed. He grabbed it and began to stroke. “Keep touching yourself.” His voice was a little hoarse and his Adam’s apple jumped as she did as he demanded.
The power during sex went back and forth between them. He knew what turned her on and she knew the same about him.
She knew his limits and he knew hers. In the beginning, they had spent a lot of time exploring those limits. It was nice to have a trustworthy partner to do that with.
And she trusted Marc.
Not from the moment they first met. Hell no. He’d been an unapologetic misogynist and believed that women didn’t belong in law enforcement. She had to work hard and stay even stronger during her time with him as her Field Training Officer to prove otherwise. Not only show she could do her job as well as any other male in the profession, but she was an equal, that she could be his partner during and outside of work.
When he finally trusted her, she finally trusted him.
Completely.
They also found that their strong attraction to each other was much more than sex. Though, the sex was awesome, too. More than awesome. Their sexual desires were perfectly in sync. She’d never had that before. Neither had he.
She kept circling both nipples, the tips hard, the warmth from the gel spiraling through her, through her belly and down to her warm clit.
She released one nipple and touched her clit, making everything on her twitch.
“Marc,” she whispered, turning her eyes to him. She might come without him. In the second trimester, she was always hornier than usual. That was why she kept a vibrator in the nightstand on her side of the bed. Okay, more than one. She had a variety for when Marc was working opposite shifts and she needed to take off the edge. But she usually had to wait until the boys were sleeping soundly.
However, this morning they could get loud and not worry about being i
nterrupted or heard.
Yessss...
Marc moved to the end of the bed, still stroking his cock intently, his eyes glued to her finger circling her pulsating clit. Trickles of arousal tickled her folds.
She pointed to a nipple. “Taste these before that.” Her demand sounded throaty and his hand moved even faster. “Don’t you dare come. I have plans for that.”
He grimaced, immediately released his cock, moved onto the bed and to her side. As she continued to play with one dark pink nipple, he sucked the other deep, scraping it with his molars, the heat of his mouth on the gel creating a pleasurable burn against her flesh. She groaned and pressed harder against her clit, using two fingers now.
He knocked her hand away from her other nipple and took that one into his mouth, heating it up, then he blew lightly on the tip and a shiver went through her as his breath created a cooling sensation. He went back and forth from one nipple to the other, and the one that was lacking attention from his mouth was between his two fingers as he twisted and pulled, drawing a guttural groan from her.
She wanted to throw her head back, close her eyes and just concentrate on the sensations surging through her. Instead, she kept them focused on her husband because he kept his ice blue eyes tipped to her.
So damn gorgeous.
Her toes curled and her muscles became tight as her orgasm built.
He was not gentle with her nipples. He licked, sucked and bit the flesh, not caring if it left marks, driving her to where he wanted to take her. Where she wanted to go.
Then she arrived.
He did not let up as her hips surged and her climax made her gasp and release her sensitive clit. Digging her fingers tightly into his hair, she pulled his head off her breast and pushed it down her body.
He didn’t even hesitate. He settled between her bent legs and immediately put his mouth on her even before the last ripple disappeared.
She brushed her thumbs over the now overly-sensitive nubs of her nipples as he sucked and flicked his tongue between her legs and used his breath to both heat and cool her clit, which was still affected by the gel.
Once again, an intense wave rushed through her and she cried out his name. She cupped her breasts, kneading, and he sucked her gently once the second orgasm was done.
Her body went weak and loose as if she was a marionette whose strings were cut. She simply breathed as Marc pressed his forehead to the top of her mound, his breath also very ragged.
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