It’s a struggle to straddle his hips with my stomach protruding between us and his smile turns mischievous. The sight warms my heart even as my desire turns desperate.
“Eager, are we?”
“Marshall,” I growl.
He laughs even as I start unbuttoning his cargo shorts. He doesn’t bother hiding his prosthetic during the warmer months now. Therapy has done wonders to help him accept his body as it is.
“Lift your hips,” I order.
“I love it when you’re bossy,” he replies as he follows my request. “Remember what it was like when we were still trying to conceive? You were so adamant about not missing your ovulation window.”
“It worked, didn’t it?”
My dress lands on the floor as Marshall shimmies out of his boxer briefs.
“I’m not even mad that you’re using me,” he says before pressing a quick kiss to my lips.
“No sex for at least six weeks after,” I mumble against his lips. “We should be making the most of this time.”
His beard tickles my neck as he traces the length with his mouth.
“This could be our last chance,” I add breathlessly.
“Hm.”
He doesn’t need any more convincing. Considering there has scarcely been a night or morning where we haven’t made love I don’t think he needed any to begin with.
Marshall kisses me like he never wants to stop. Without breaking our kiss, he doesn’t stop touching me. He caresses my stomach, strokes my hips that have gotten softer with the weight gain and massages my breasts while avoiding my sensitive nipples.
Every gentle touch is a reminder of how much he cares.
“Tell me what you want, clever girl,” he whispers against my lips.
It’s a phrase that’s become familiar over the years. One that never fails to bring a smile to my face.
“Everything you’ve got, soldier boy.”
Arousal drips from my core as we rearrange ourselves on the couch. We’ve tried a variety of positions through the years, but we always return to our favorite. Marshall leans back, bracinghis foot on the floor and helps me to move over him under his cock lines up with my core.
“Show me how much you want it.”
His cock slides into my pussy, my arousal coating the length as I ease down onto his lap. The feeling of him filling me, stretching me to fit him is unlike any other. The pulsating ache between my thighs only sharpens as we begin to move in unison.
Marshall uses his foot planted on the floor as leverage to thrust his hips up to meet mine as I rise and fall above him. Our bodies slam together with a ferocity that takes my breath away.
“You are fucking magnificent,” he moans.
“And your cock feels fucking amazing,” I reply making him laugh.
He looks up at me, admiration lighting his brown eyes. It’s impossible to feel more than a moment of insecurity as my body changes when he’s always looking at me like I’m a priceless masterpiece.
My orgasm rolls in like a warm summer storm, steady with spikes of lightening that makes my toes tingle as I roll and undulate my hips through the waves of bliss and pleasure. Marshall joins me with a groan. Warmth coats my walls as they pulsate and squeeze his cock, milking every drop of his seed.
Marshall shifts beneath me until I can lie comfortably on my side and still cuddle him.
“Have I told you lately that I love you?”
“Nope,” I say with a grin. We both know that it’s a blatant lie. It’s the first thing we say every morning.
