When I pulled back to look at her, she was smiling. “Yeah?”
Nodding, I leaned down to kiss her. “Yeah.” Our lips moved together for a few moments. When we pulled apart, I ran my lips to her ear. “I want to take you in the closet, run my hands all over you, sink myself inside your wet *, and stroke you until you fall apart. Then I want you to take a nap, while I handle the girls.”
I peeked over to her eyes, and they were glossier than before. She gave me a hard nod, like she really, really wanted what I’d just offered. I wasn’t sure which part she wanted most—the sex or the nap—but I didn’t care. The curves of her body were pressed against mine, and all I could think of was her nipple in my mouth, her hand around my cock. Fuck, I wanted her so bad.
We both looked over at Onnika in her bassinet. She was watching a mobile dangling above it. Anna turned it on so it would twirl and play music, then we headed over to the closet. Mom and Chelsey were entertaining Gibson, so I wasn’t worried about her needing anything as I closed the closet door. For once, Anna and I might be able to have sex during daylight hours without an interruption. Just the thought made me throb. God, I couldn’t wait to touch her.
There was a chaise lounge in our closet now. Or sex couch, as Liam called it. He was totally right too. It was a sex couch, and whenever I passed by it, my dick twitched. Anna yawned as she ran her hand over the back of the couch. I wondered if I’d be a better husband by leaving her alone so she could take a nap in here, but I wasn’t that awesome. I wanted sex.
She shimmied out of her yoga pants, then pulled her long-sleeved shirt over her head. She was wearing a lacy red bra and matching underwear, and I instantly stopped worrying about just letting her sleep. No one who didn’t want to be nailed wore underclothes like that. “Fuck, baby, you look amazing.”
“Yeah?” A tired smile brightened her face as she ran her hands over her curves. She wasn’t back to her pre-baby body yet, but I didn’t fucking care. What she was showing me right now was hotter than the rest of the female population. If I didn’t get inside her soon, I might need surgery to correct the internal damage going on.
Unzipping my pants, I showed her my raging hard-on. “Yeah. Lie down…relax.”
With another small yawn, she removed the remaining pieces of clothes and then did as I asked. Only, she didn’t casually lie on the couch, like I thought she would. No, she straddled it, then lay back with her feet resting on the floor and her legs wide open. Holy fuck. The Promised Land was right in front of me, and I gave myself a few long strokes as I stared in awe at what was being offered. Un-fucking-believable.
Anna yawned again as she stretched out, and I knew that I might lose her to sleep if I didn’t get moving. Stopping my own self-exploration, I ripped off my clothes and tossed them aside. Her eyes were closed, but she smiled when I finally touched her. “Mmmmmm.” A satisfied groan left her as my hands traveled up her warm, supple body. I straddled one of her legs, mainly to stop myself from nestling between them and thrusting into her. I wanted this to be about her, about relaxing her, about bringing her body so much pleasure that she’d be too exhausted to open her eyes afterward.
My lips placed soft kisses along her skin, almost ghostly soft on her erogenous zones. Her satisfied noise turned to a lusty one, and she squirmed on the couch. Her fingers threaded into my hair when I reached her nipple. I didn’t go for it right away. No, I kissed around the area, then skipped over it, then kissed around it again. She hissed in frustration. Only when I swear I could hear her silent plea did my lips wrap around it, and when my tongue flicked it, she gasped. Oh, yeah, my girl was ready.
I played the same game with her *. Holding my fingers just out of reach from where she really wanted them. She was panting in no time, and her eyes were open, awake, and looking at me with such heat that my skin felt ten times hotter than usual.
When I finally ran my fingers between her legs, she shuddered, cried out, squirmed, and then she finally begged. Grabbing my backside with both hands, she murmured, “I want you. Now. Please…now.”
I was so ready for her my cock was nearly purple, and I prayed I lasted long enough to satisfy her. Adjusting my position, I shoved into her. She arched her back, and her claws dug into my skin. Fuck, yes. “More,” she breathed, moving her hips against me.
God, yes, I wanted to come. Our hips started moving together with unrestrained purpose. We both wanted this release so much; we needed it. This connection, this reminder of who we were together. Perfect.