She goes still.Then she shifts, rolling in my arms to face me.Her amber eyes are dark in the moonlight, heavy-lidded but alert now.Awake in a way that has nothing to do with the baby and everything to do with what she reads in my voice.
"Why?"A slow curve of her lips."What did you have in mind?"
I answer by sliding my hand under the T-shirt.Up the warm plane of her stomach, over her ribs, to cup her breast.Fuller now from nursing.She gasps as my thumb finds her nipple, circling it until it peaks hard against my palm.
"Six weeks," I say against her mouth."Six weeks of sharing you with a newborn and I've been patient, but I'm done being patient."
"Finally."She grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me over her."I've been cleared for two weeks and you haven't touched me."
"I was being respectful."
"I don't want respectful."She pulls my shirt over my head and runs her palms down my chest, her nails dragging lightly over my stomach.My cock is already hard, pressing against her thigh through my boxers."I want my husband."
I take her mouth.Deep, thorough, the kind of kiss I've been rationing for six weeks because every time I kissed her, I wanted more, and more was off limits until her doctor gave the green light.Now there's no limit, and the kiss goes feral.Her tongue slides against mine.Her legs open beneath me.She arches up, grinding against my cock, and the friction through two layers of fabric sends a groan rolling through my chest.
I strip the T-shirt off her.Her breasts are beautiful.Heavier.The nipples darker.I take one into my mouth and suck gently, aware that she's sensitive, and the sound she makes is so raw and desperate that my hips thrust against her involuntarily.
"Harder," she breathes."I won't break."
I suck harder.Her back bows off the mattress.Her fingers dig into my hair, holding me against her breast, and I work her nipple with my tongue while my hand slides down her stomach, over the soft skin below her navel, between her thighs.
No underwear.I knew it.My fingers slide through slick heat, and she's already so wet that my brain whites out for a second.
"You're soaked."
"Six weeks, Stephen.I've been thinking about this since the doctor said the word cleared."
I stroke through her folds.Slow.Exploring like it's the first time because her body has changed and I want to learn every new curve and line.My thumb finds her clit and circles it with steady pressure.She bucks into my hand.Her mouth falls open.Her eyes lock on mine, and the connection between us in the dark room with our son sleeping three feet away and the dogs on the floor is so intimate, so deeply ours, that it transcends the physical.
I push two fingers inside her.She's tight.Tighter than before.Her walls clench around my fingers, and the heat of her pulls a groan from somewhere low in my gut.
"Oh God."She grips my forearm."Right there.Don't stop."
I work her with my fingers, curling forward, finding the spot I know by heart.My thumb maintains pressure on her clit.I watch her face.Her lips parted.Her eyes glazed.The flush spreading down her neck to her breasts.
"You're so fucking beautiful," I tell her."Do you know what it does to me, watching you come apart?Knowing I'm the only one who gets to see this?"
"You're the only one."Her voice is shattered."Only you.Always you."
"Come for me, Lydia.Let me feel you."
She shatters around my fingers.Her pussy clenches in rhythmic pulses, her thighs clamp around my hand, and she bites down on her fist to muffle the cry because the baby is sleeping and the walls in this cabin aren't thick enough for what I'm pulling out of her.
I don't wait for her to come down.I strip my boxers off, and settle between her thighs.Her legs wrap around my waist immediately, pulling me close, and I push into her in one long, controlled stroke.
Tight.Hot.Wet.Perfect.
"Fuck."My forehead drops to hers.My arms tremble.Every nerve in my body fires at once, and the sensation of being inside my wife after six weeks of restraint nearly finishes me before I start.
She rolls her hips.Takes me deeper."I missed this."Her nails score my shoulders."I missed you."
I pull back and drive forward.Slow and deep.Deliberate.Feeling every inch of her gripping me.She matches my rhythm immediately, her hips meeting mine on every downstroke, her breath catching every time I bottom out.
I brace one arm beside her head and use the other to grip her thigh, pulling her leg higher, opening her wider.The angle shifts, and I go deeper, and the sound that comes out of her is so loud that Scout lifts her head from the floor and stares at us.
"Quiet," I murmur against her neck."You'll wake Kai."
"Then you need to stop doing that thing with your hips."
