“You…bitch.”
“Victor, you look terrible. Are you sure you’re not having a heart attack?”
“No…I am not sure. Be still, you…damned vixen.”
“But it feels so much nicer when I move,” she whispered, the teasing lilt gone from her voice. “Doesn’t it?”
With that he surrendered, kissing her savagely and thrusting against her with hard, quick strokes. His very roughness, so different from his usual controlled lovemaking, brought her to orgasm again. She opened her mouth to scream in surprise and pleasure, but his hand pressed firmly over her mouth, muffling her cries. His hips were forcing her legs apart and he tugged on her thighs, clearly wanting her to bring her legs up but unable to vocalize. She complied with his silent request, wrapping her legs around his waist. As he plunged deeper yet she found her release a third time, this time crying out into his mouth, for he had removed his hand and kissed her deeply the moment he felt her legs come around him. At last he shuddered against her, and she saw his throat tighten as he poured his seed into her, finally collapsing over her.
Silence, except for their rapid breathing, and then Victor rolled away and gasped, “Did I hurt you?”
“No. God, no.” She turned on her side and reached out to him; he caught her hand and pressed it to his lips. “That was…not at all like new parents should behave.”
“Wrong,” he groaned. “Oh, Jesus, it’s been too long.” He looked at her anxiously. “Are you sure I didn’t—”
“Victor!”
“All right, all right. It’s just—I was rougher than I intended. But you’re so—”
“Ah, so it’s all my fault you’re a ravening beast?”
“Actually, yes.” He pulled her into his arms, kissing her damp forehead. “Where were you all my life, sweetheart?”
“Waiting for you,” she said seriously. “Wherever I was, that’s what I was doing. Even if I didn’t know it. And you know, Victor…”
“Yes?”
“We didn’t use birth control. Just think, we could be pregnant again!”
He groaned. “Great. More abstinence.”
“But another baby.”
“Later,” he said firmly. “When you get your strength back. Having a baby every year will wear you out. Let’s talk when the twins turn two, okay?”
“Okay. I was only teasing, anyway. I put my diaphragm in when I put the babies down after lunch. I was hoping you’d come home early,” she said slyly.
“Conscienceless seducer. ‘Kir spit up on me,’” he mimicked, “‘I have to change my clothes. All my clothes. And stand here in my underwear looking like Miss February.’”
“Well, it worked, didn’t it?” She kissed him on the jaw. “Really, Victor, it certainly took you long enough.”
“It certainly did. About a lot of things,” he said seriously.
“Me, too, sweetie. But we finally got our act together, didn’t we?”
“I love you, Ashley.”
“You’d better!” she threatened, then kissed him. “Because I’m not going to be the only one in this marriage hopelessly infatuated with her spouse.”
Victor sighed, content. That sounded like a good deal to him.
The End
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