Miranda was sitting on the couch, staring at the baby monitor. “Honey, what are you doing?”
She held up her finger. “Any second now one of them will cry.”
I sat beside her and grabbed the monitor out of her hand. “Why do you say that?”
“Because they don’t give me a break. Why can’t they be hungry at the same time? I feel like I’m going nuts here and we just started. How am I going to do this? It’s too hard.”
She was clearly freaking the fuck out, which was both comical and concerning. “Baby, breathe.” I put my arm around her and pulled her into my arms. She let her head fall into my neck and started to cry. “I’m feelin’ like everything is just so messed up.”
After pulling her face up to mine, I kissed her slowly on the lips. I kept my eyes closed, worried about the look she could be giving me, but she didn’t pull away. I kept us together letting my lips drag against hers as I spoke. “Please don’t make me stop.” As I drug my bottom lip over hers, she never pulled away. I grabbed her hands and pulled her to stand up in front of me. Tears fell from her eyes and I kissed them off of her cheeks tasting their salty flavor on my lips. I kept both of her hands meshed into mine as we continued a very passionate kiss. I had to be honest, just kissing her like this after the past two weeks made me weak in the knees. From being sick and not having an appetite, Miranda had already lost so much of her baby weight, not to mention she had been all belly, so aside from her stitches and a small little pouch, she almost had her figure back. Of course, that came with a lot of pain and suffering, instead of a healthy diet and exercise. I let go of one of her hands and grabbed her by the chin, before sliding my hand up the back of her neck and into her hair.
Much to my surprise, I felt my wife’s hand sliding up my chest. When she brushed my bottom lip with her tongue I had to stop and pull away for a second. I let my head rest against hers. “Let me touch you.”
She opened her eyes and looked directly into mine. Our lips made contact again, as I waited for her answer. The more she kissed me the harder I grew. If Colt and Van’s plan failed, I was going to be spending a long time in a cold shower. I could tell she was fighting herself to give me an answer. I took my lips and lightly kissed down her neck and toward her ear. My tongue stroked the back of her lobe. “Tell me you don’t want me to stop.”
She squeezed the one hand she was still holding and accepted my next kiss, full on the lips. This time I let my tongue slip slowly into her mouth. At first she didn’t reciprocate, but as I pulled away, I felt her sucking me back into it. Our tongues met and I could feel tingling in my stomach and all the way down my legs, like it was my first kiss with a girl. I reached down and grabbed the baby monitor before starting my backwards walk toward our bedroom.
When I got her to our bed, I sat her down gently. She looked up at me as I knelt down in front of her. Her eyes intently watched me begin to unzip her sweat jacket. Much to my surprise, her nursing bra was unhooked on one side and I let the jacket fall down below her engorged tit. “Please let me touch you.”
Miranda didn’t say a word, but she moved her head up and down and bit down on her lip. As my hand slid slowly over the skin of my wife’s breast, she began trembling. The closer I got to her nipple, the more her body shook. I was overwhelmed with guilt realizing that it was my touch making her body shake.
I couldn’t stop myself, though. I just kept moving my hand until I felt the hardness of her nipple under my palm. I looked from her chest then up to her face to see her teeth chattering and the tears silently falling from her eyes.
Don’t give up. Make her remember that she’s all you could ever want. Connect with her emotionally.
I stood up and pulled her up to stand with me. The zipper to her jacket slid the rest of the way down until it unattached itself. She closed her eyes and let me kiss her neck, her cheek and then her lips. I ran my hands across her waist and felt her warm skin on my fingers. Every time I felt her lips chattering, I’d kiss it away. Miranda began initiating our kisses and as they intensified more, she stopped holding back.
I felt her hands reach for my shirt and within a second it was being pulled over my head. Her lips where wet with my saliva and she licked them as she ran both hands up my chest. I placed both of my hands on her shoulders and let the jacket fall down her back. While she wriggled both arms out, I unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor.
I sat her back down on the bed and crouched down to my knees, burying my face between her large breasts. They felt so hot on either side of my face. Miranda ran her hands in my hair and pulled me back to look at her. I bit down on my lip as I watched her slowly move her tongue over her top lip.