by Dahlia Rose
He laughed. “Heck no, I’ve got my darling and my son to give me all the excitement I need. I’m sure it will be a hoot when it’s time to teach this little guy to drive.”
“That’s all on you,” Christine laughed. “I’ll deal with future daughters and teen boys.”
“Oh, I’ll deal with teen boys,” Wes grumbled good-naturedly.
They got her things and Wesley’s baby bag together, and they got his car seat in the Land Rover. They each had a car seat in their cars, but her new friend and military wife, Cara, who had she met at baby play class, picked her and the baby up today. She felt free and happy, and her life was full. She loved watching Wes interact with their son. Sometimes he’d lay in bed shirtless with the baby on his chest or on his side with his arm cocooning his small body. Her heart melted each time she saw them together. Later, after dinner, Wesley was in bed and she got to snuggle with Wes in bed. The baby still got up in the middle of the night so they usually were in bed by nine, even if watching TV or just being close. Wes had no problem getting up at two or three a.m. and giving their son a bottle. Now she lay on his bare chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“Are you asleep?” she said quietly.
“No, just enjoying holding you,” he answered, and his voice reverberated through his chest.
“Good,” Christine said.
She sat up and pressed her lips against his. Wes made a sound of surprise then a low groan of pleasure as she licked his lip. Wes took over the kiss and devoured her lips, and as soon as she opened for him he speared his tongue into the recesses of her mouth.
He pulled away, and his breathing was harsh. “Okay, is it getting hot in here or is it just me?”
“Are you complaining?” Christine asked with a purr and ran her hand down his body and cupped his cock that was semi hard in his sleep pants.
“Do you want me lose all control?” he groaned harshly.
“One word, yes.” Christine smiled up at him.
He cupped his hand behind her neck and she closed her eyes at the sensation of his warm touch. “I want you so much.”
“Show me,” she encouraged.
Wes laughed huskily and she chuckled as he lowered his head to hers and their lips met. Christine slid her fingers across his low cut hair and Wes held her tighter. Every part of her felt flushed and heated as he touched her and their tongues parried from one mouth to the next.
With their fingers intertwined, Wes kissed her once more. It was a slow, sweet kiss that spoke volumes without words needing to be said by either of them. Their love sometimes needed no words. The barrier of their sleep clothes fell away easily, and she was happy when nothing kept her skin from touching his. He pressed his face between the valley of her full breasts and then moved to her nipple. She gasped when he drew the tight tip into his mouth. Christine gasped when she felt her milk flow and tried to push him away.
“Honey, gosh, sorry. I’m still lactating even though I’m trying to wean him off the breast,” she explained.
“Why do you keep saying sorry? I’m going to be sorry when it dries up and I can’t get my own little taste,” Wes admitted. “It’s hot. I think I may be developing a fetish.”
She laughed. “Well, I will not be pregnant our entire marriage, so how about we curb that.”
“I’ll enjoy it when I can, it’s you that drives me wild.” He looked at her and caressed her cheek. “Everything about you is sexy.”
“You are hot as hell yourself, flyboy,” she replied.
Christine gasped as her skin met his, and she felt the heat of his body. This time it was she who pulled his head down to her and their lips met. Pure need was driving her and the urge to connect their bodies in a carnal way that sent them to the heights of pleasure. He rolled so that he was on top of her as they continued to kiss.
“I love how you feel on top of me,” she panted.
“From my point of view it’s amazing too,” he answered.
He closed his mouth over her nipples once more and sucked hard. She gave a small cry of pleasure, and she felt as a stream of milk left her breast and flowed into his mouth.
He cupped the mound of her pussy and using his finger stroked and teased between the wet slit before penetrating her. She moved restlessly against his hand. Christine’s arousal was pushed higher with each insertion into her pussy, and she whimpered his name. She wanted him to feel as much pleasure as she was and took his cock in her grasp. He moaned against her lips as she stroked him and as he fucked her with his fingers, she stoked his length. She came, and he pulled her hand away, breathing harshly but never stopped touching her.
“I’ve got to be inside you,” he said, and arousal filled his voice.
Her pussy clenched in anticipation of knowing he would be inside her soon. Wes ran the tip of his cock up and down her wet slit before entering her in one smooth motion. She cried out his name and he pressed his face against the curve of her neck as they began to move.
“More baby, please more,” Christine pleaded
“Darling, I love you,” Wes said against her lips.
He pumped into her at a feverish pace that made her feel like she was drowning in heat. Wes moved and helped her get in position on her hands and knees before he entered her again from behind. Christine pressed her face in the pillow to muffle her cries. It felt so good, his hands at her hips, pulling her into his thrusts and the guttural moans that escaped him. Their lovemaking took on a carnal tone, and she could feel her orgasm begin to build. It took her by surprise. Christine came hard and screamed into the pillow, and even so it sounded primal to her own ears.
“Darling, I’m going to come,” Wes groaned.
“Let go, baby, I’m with you,” she moaned and felt another release take hold.
“God, Christine,” he said her name in an agonized guttural voice and his cock thickened and throbbed inside her.
“Wes!”
He grabbed her hips and pumped into her mercilessly, careening her into another blinding release. His seed filled her with each thrust until nothing was left, and they both were spent after the whirlwind of desire finally released them. Christine was always surprised at her own voracious desire and everything Wes made her feel.
“Wow, after that I don’t know if I can move.” Wes heaved out a long sigh and a laugh.
“Fingers crossed that tonight’s the night he sleeps all the way through till morning,” Christine replied. “I think I lost feeling in my legs, or they’re jelly, take your pick.”
Wes rolled and kissed her. “I can get up with our late night partier.”
“Ssssh, don’t say it, it may jinx him as a teen,” she said.
He grinned. “Nah, he’ll be a good boy. Now come over here so I can hold you while we sleep.”
“I can do that.” She snuggled closer.
It turned out that she didn’t have to wake Wes. Even though baby Wesley didn’t wake up, she did and went to check on him. She ran her finger on his open palm and watched as their son slept and thought how much he looked like his father. Maybe a little girl that looks like me next time, she thought with a smile. She checked to make sure the baby monitor was on before she left the room and made sure the door was open just a crack. Christine crawled back into bed and pressed her body against Wes’s and wrapped her arm around his waist. In his sleep he put his hand over her and laced fingers and she smiled. She surrendered her heart to him, and it was the best choice she’d ever made.
The End
