We’ve held back from full intimacy. We’ve been too busy with the babies, the new house, the new life as parents. Tristan doesn’t want to rush the recovery. And when we finally make love, he wants to take his time.
Honestly, I don’t need much time at all.
The moment the doctor gave us the green light, I was ready for a quickie in the elevator.
Tristan, being the responsible father and thoughtful lover, reminded me that public indecency is not a good look for a new mom.
Today, I’m having my way.
We walk up the stairs, and I lead him to our new bedroom. On the floor by the gas fireplace, I have blankets and a picnic basket. Today, we celebrate our first afternoon alone together in months.
Although what’s really on the menu isn’t the charcuterie board, it’s this man.
He’s pliant as I guide him to the blankets where I kneel.
“What are you doing, Ligaya?” he asks raspingly.
“I’m congratulating you with a kiss,” I say innocently while my hands tug at the belt, the zipper, the fabric, so his large cock springs up at my eye level.
He’s long and thick, the head of his cock glistening with pre-cum. I stick my tongue out to lick the moisture and glide along the underside of his plum-red tip.
“Fuck,” he mumbles. “Goddamn, Ligaya, I fucking miss being inside you.”
I take him all the way in, gagging at the girth but loving every minute. He fills me completely, even though he’s only halfway. My cheeks hollow as I suck hard. He hisses with surprise. Tristan’s hips tilt forward, his cock grazing the back of my throat. I look up and find him dazed and lost in the pleasure. I slide him out and then go back to take more.
“Stop. It’s been too long. You want my cock, Ligaya? Lie back and take it.”
There’s no arguing when that’s exactly what I want.
I find a comfortable position on the blanket while watching Tristan strip to nothing. He looms over me with his sculpted, naked body before joining me on the floor. He massages my thighs, widens my legs, and hooks them over his hips.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Tristan, please fuck me.Please.I’m hurting without you.”
That does it. He tugs me closer. His cock crests my entrance. I’m so wet and ready, he glides inside smoothly and to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck, I missed your pussy. I just need—” He gives me a handful of gloriously hard drives, his powerful hockey player thighs plunging him all the way. I nearly come at the pleasure of being filled, but he stops and begins grinding.
“More. I’m so close.”
“Dammit, me too,” he admits with a grimace. “Ligaya, take it easy, sweetheart.”
Tristan’s face is flushed, his hair falling over an eye, and his mouth pinched with the effort to hold back. I push my hips up and meet his every thrust. Tristan uses one hand to take his weight and the other to cup my breasts. The lingerie is shoved aside and serves up my tits like a platter. His mouth opens and his nostrils flare with hunger.
“So beautiful,” he mumbles but looks away and up at the celling, shaking his head like it’s too much to see my tits spilling out of the lace.
Breast milk leaks out and I freeze, unsure of whether this will repel him. I just pumped a few minutes before he arrived, but all the kneading is waking up every cell in my body, especially where I’m most sensitive.
“Ligaya, you’re incredible,” he says desperately. “Permission to fuck you harder.”
“Granted,” I say immediately.
“God, I love you.” At that announcement, Tristan leans forward and kisses me hard while he pumps in a steady, blissful rhythm. My breast milk makes our chests glide smoothly. It’s a sensual contrast to the rough clamoring of our bodies and the relentless thrusts of his cock. Everything tightens as he pulls back to press on my clit. I lose it to a climax as powerful as a freight train. My walls pulse over and over and over again.
“Fuuuck,” Tristan groans as his thrusts turn erratic. A surge of heat fills my body. His explosion detonates another orgasm inside me.
When it’s over, I’m a boneless heap of satisfaction.
