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her clit and sent pleasure spiraling through her until she felt that familiar rising in her stomach, so surprising after the pleasure-pain intensity of her last orgasm.
Alexander’s movements became frenzied, and he reached between their bodies to strum her clit, hastening her ascent.
The pleasure was gentle this time, but no less potent, and soon, she felt him stiffen and moan, low and deep, as he spilled his seed on her belly, painting her abdomen with stream after stream of pearly fluid. She looked down and felt another clench of arousal at the sight of his essence on her skin, at his cock, still hard and flushed red, glistening with the combination of their sweat, his cum, and her cream.
She reached up and captured his lips in a kiss, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and holding him close.
They stayed that way for as long as they could, uncaring of the mess until Ethan’s sharp wail screeching out over the baby monitor roused them. Still lethargic, Quinn attempted to sit up, but she was stilled by Alexander’s hand on her collarbone.
“I’ll take care of him,” he said as he grabbed his discarded shirt and wiped off her abdomen. “Shower, and go to bed. I’ll join you later.”
She thought of resisting, but Alexander had long ago proven a capable caretaker, and the siren’s call of a shower and bed seemed too much to resist. By the time she stood, he’d washed his hands, run upstairs and grabbed Ethan and stood in the kitchen softly whispering to the baby, who drifted between asleep and wakefulness, as he made a bottle.
As she showered, later when she checked in on Ethan, and then after when Alexander slipped into bed beside her and wrapped her in an embrace, she waited for them to come: the fear, the nerves, the recriminations, the realization that what they’d done had been a mistake.
They never did.
Chapter Nine
Later that night, Alexander lay awake, Quinn soft and warm in his arms, and all was right in his world. His patience over the weeks had paid off, and while elated that he’d finally had Quinn again, even if not fully, he felt soul-deep satisfaction at the knowledge that they could move forward, all of them, together as a family. He had matters to attend first and knew that logistics would be tough, but in the face of happiness that lay ahead, the insignificant details wouldn’t stop them.
He nuzzled Quinn’s soft shoulder, her skin a whisper of silk across his lips, and she stirred under touch, snuggling closer to him, her back to his front. He stroked a hand down her side, tracing the dip of waist, the flare of her hip, and back up again to settle a hand on her soft stomach.
“Umm,” she said, her voice deep and scratchy with sleep, “keep doing that and I’ll forget to be embarrassed.”
“What would you be embarrassed about?”
She shifted and stretched, eyes still closed. “I’m not in fighting shape, so to speak. My boobs are saggy, my stretch marks have stretch marks, and my stomach still looks like there’s a baby inside it.”
He kissed her shoulder again and ran his fingertips up her stomach and across her full breast, tracing her nipple until she moaned and then gripping the fleshy mound. “They seem fine to me,” he said between dropping more kisses on her neck and shoulder.
“But it’s dark in here. If you see me in the morning sun, I have no doubt you’ll run screaming,” she said, half jokingly, half serious.
“That sounds like a challenge,” he whispered in her ear before tracing the delicate shell with his tongue. “You know how I love a challenge. I can’t wait to prove you wrong.” He punctuated the statement with a gentle nip to her earlobe.
“We’ll see.” She scoffed noncommittally and linked her fingers through his.
“Why didn’t you breast-feed?”
She went stiff as a board and pulled her hand away, so he reached for it and kissed her again. “No judgment, Quinn. I’m just curious.”
She turned her head to look back
Alexander’s movements became frenzied, and he reached between their bodies to strum her clit, hastening her ascent.
The pleasure was gentle this time, but no less potent, and soon, she felt him stiffen and moan, low and deep, as he spilled his seed on her belly, painting her abdomen with stream after stream of pearly fluid. She looked down and felt another clench of arousal at the sight of his essence on her skin, at his cock, still hard and flushed red, glistening with the combination of their sweat, his cum, and her cream.
She reached up and captured his lips in a kiss, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and holding him close.
They stayed that way for as long as they could, uncaring of the mess until Ethan’s sharp wail screeching out over the baby monitor roused them. Still lethargic, Quinn attempted to sit up, but she was stilled by Alexander’s hand on her collarbone.
“I’ll take care of him,” he said as he grabbed his discarded shirt and wiped off her abdomen. “Shower, and go to bed. I’ll join you later.”
She thought of resisting, but Alexander had long ago proven a capable caretaker, and the siren’s call of a shower and bed seemed too much to resist. By the time she stood, he’d washed his hands, run upstairs and grabbed Ethan and stood in the kitchen softly whispering to the baby, who drifted between asleep and wakefulness, as he made a bottle.
As she showered, later when she checked in on Ethan, and then after when Alexander slipped into bed beside her and wrapped her in an embrace, she waited for them to come: the fear, the nerves, the recriminations, the realization that what they’d done had been a mistake.
They never did.
Chapter Nine
Later that night, Alexander lay awake, Quinn soft and warm in his arms, and all was right in his world. His patience over the weeks had paid off, and while elated that he’d finally had Quinn again, even if not fully, he felt soul-deep satisfaction at the knowledge that they could move forward, all of them, together as a family. He had matters to attend first and knew that logistics would be tough, but in the face of happiness that lay ahead, the insignificant details wouldn’t stop them.
He nuzzled Quinn’s soft shoulder, her skin a whisper of silk across his lips, and she stirred under touch, snuggling closer to him, her back to his front. He stroked a hand down her side, tracing the dip of waist, the flare of her hip, and back up again to settle a hand on her soft stomach.
“Umm,” she said, her voice deep and scratchy with sleep, “keep doing that and I’ll forget to be embarrassed.”
“What would you be embarrassed about?”
She shifted and stretched, eyes still closed. “I’m not in fighting shape, so to speak. My boobs are saggy, my stretch marks have stretch marks, and my stomach still looks like there’s a baby inside it.”
He kissed her shoulder again and ran his fingertips up her stomach and across her full breast, tracing her nipple until she moaned and then gripping the fleshy mound. “They seem fine to me,” he said between dropping more kisses on her neck and shoulder.
“But it’s dark in here. If you see me in the morning sun, I have no doubt you’ll run screaming,” she said, half jokingly, half serious.
“That sounds like a challenge,” he whispered in her ear before tracing the delicate shell with his tongue. “You know how I love a challenge. I can’t wait to prove you wrong.” He punctuated the statement with a gentle nip to her earlobe.
“We’ll see.” She scoffed noncommittally and linked her fingers through his.
“Why didn’t you breast-feed?”
She went stiff as a board and pulled her hand away, so he reached for it and kissed her again. “No judgment, Quinn. I’m just curious.”
She turned her head to look back
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