Later that evening when Mac came home, Stella had dinner ready for her and Mac. Hearing him come in, she turned down the dinning room light and lit two candles on the little table near the fireplace. As she watched the room do its flickering dance, she layed back against the pillows.

"Sweetheart... I'm home. Stel? Where are you love?"

Seeing the candlelight coming from the den, he walked in and found his wife with nothing but a rose in her mouth. Feeling his body become aroused, he slowly moved his eyes from her feet, to her waist. From her waist, to her already erect breasts that were waiting to be kissed.

"Hello Mac. Hungry?" she purred with pure seduction.

Mac wasn't sure if he would have used the word hungry. More like famished, when it came to his gorgeous wife's seductive games. Stripping off his jacket, followed by his shirt, he walked over and knealt beside his wife. Taking the rose from her mouth, he traced it along her head, her cheek, her neck.

Stopping near her breast, he brushed the petals across her nipples, as her eyes darkened in passion. Feeling the light caress of the petals, Stella's hips raised to meet the next stroke as Mac traced it along her tummy to her thighs.

"Open your legs for me love." he whispered in his seductive voice.

As she felt her legs fall open, she softly sighed out as the cool breeze danced along her thighs. Feeling the petals lead a path to her lips, she felt Mac open them into a vee, as the rose danced in a circular motion around her bud.

Watching his wife come undone was beyond anything he could describe, and as he lowered himself to her pouty lips, he traced the outside with his tongue while the rose continued to dance where his tongue had been.

Placing the rose aside. He rested his chin on her mound. Then looking up into her eyes he whispered...

"Hello back, sweetheart. What's for dinner?"

Grabbing her robe from the back of the chair, he helped her into it. Then leaning her back against him, he tenderly kissed her ear.

"You know what the doctor said love, no erotic dancing for six weeks."

"Party pooper. Feed me then."

"That I can do love."

Taking a piece of roast beef, he placed it into her mouth followed by his own.

"Mm... well done sweetheart. It melts in your mouth."

Hearing Makayla cry through the monitor. Mac walked upstairs to her nursery.

"Hey now. Hey... what's the matter with daddy's little girl? Are you lonely?"

Picking her up in his arms, he carried her to the change table. Laying her upon it, he changed her into a dry diaper. Then grabbing a pair of pink little sleepers, he clipped them up and carried her downstairs.

"Is she hungry, Mac?"

"I think so love. Let's see if we can get her latched on."

Sitting down, Mac rested his wife between his legs again, with her head against his chest. Helping her bare her breast, he passed Makayla to her. Watching in amazement as she wrapped her little mouth over her mommy's nipple and suckled.

Wrapping his arms protectively around his wife and child, he hummed quietly. Closing her eyes, Stella allowed him to lull her and Makayla with his whispered song. When she was done nursing, Mac took his daughter into his arms, and curled her little body under his neck. Caressing her little back, waiting to hear her little gas bubble surface.

Hearing the phone ring. Stella got up and answered the call.

"Hello."

"Hey Stel, where's Mac?"

"He's busy with Makayla, did you need him right now, Danny?"

"No. Just let him know that I'll be late tomorrow."

"Sure. is everything okay, Danny?"

"It's all good Stel. Give Makayla a kiss for me."

"I will. Night Danny."

Placing Makayla in her cradle, Mac asked...

"Who was that, love?"

"Danny. He's going to be late tomorrow."

Looking at his beautiful wife, he noticed her robe had slipped from her shoulder, revealing her breast. Raising his hand, he caressed his finger across her flesh, watching as her eyes glazed in heated passion.

"So beautiful Stella. It's times like this I thank God, for bringing you into my life. For allowing you to save me from a life of loneliness and pain."

Caressing her husbands face, she teared up as she whispered...

"We saved each other, Mac. God knew we needed each other. It was his angels that guided us together. That showed us how two best friends can make a beautiful couple. bringing warmth and passion into our hearts. But now... now we have the greatest miracle of all Mac. Something you and I made from our passionate storms. Makayla. Our little angel that was made from burning, undying love."

Leaning in to his wife, he could feel his need to love her build. Always her words deeply affected his soul. Just a whisper away from her lips now, he said...

"I really wish I could love you, Stella. I'm so needy for your passionate fire, can you feel it love?"

Taking her hand, he placed it on his swollen shaft through his jeans. So thick, so hard as Stella felt her core become moist.

"Then take me, Mac. I want you to love me too. My body is aching to burn in your touch."

Tracing the outline of her lips with his warm tongue, feeling her quiver as his hands untied the robe of her belt exposing her beautiful body that was so warm and giving. Opening her mouth as she let out a soft cry, he took advantage and plunged his tongue within.

Roaming his hands across her silky flesh, he flicked one of his fingers over her tender breast. Feeling the nipple release a drop of milk as he caressed it with his thumb. Sweeping her up in his arms now, he carried her to their bed. Placing her in the center, he watched in fevered passion as she brought up her leg and touched herself.

Never had Mac seen anything so erotic, as his wife touching her own body. Dancing her own fingers within herself, while he watched. Moving to the end of the bed now, he removed her fingers and licked each one, tasting the beautiful nectar that was his wife. Tracing his fingers into a vee, he opened her vaginal lips watching with greed, as it glistened on her swollen bud.

Lowering his head, Stella knew what was coming. She knew that his tongue would soon be dancing deep within her. Hearing her cry out as he neared her bud, he smiled. Always she was lost in his touch, there was never anything more he could ask of her. For she had given him everything. Everything any man could want or need from a wife, he had.

Softly kissing her wet bud she sighed as he watched her hips raise off the bed. Then with a deep stroke of his tongue, she cried out his name... "Mmmac." This was what drove him, this was what gave him the need to endlessly love her, into throws of ecstacy. With deeper strokes of his tongue Stella felt the aura begin, she felt the nerves come to life as her body continually quivered. Feeling her orgasm build, she went to grip her husbands head to push him away from the pleasure that was burning so hot in her soul.

Not allowing her hands to push him, he linked them together and held them as his tongue plunged deep within. Causing her to feel her spirit soar, her hips continue to rock against his mouth, while her fingers squeezed his. Mac knew there was no stopping her. He had pushed her so far into his soul, that she needed that one final sensual touch to push her over again.

Leaning himself above her now he whispered...

"Look at me, love. I need you to look at me with your passionate eyes as I swiftly embrace you."

As she opened her eyes, Mac could see the dark stormy color they had become. Feeling the head of his shaft on her core, she cried out a purr and as she felt him sink deep within her, as she felt her walls stretch to welcome him home, they both softly cried out.... "I love you."

Laying wrapped deep within her, she could still feel his shaft pulsate it's seed into her body. With her eyes still closed, he noticed her body was so pliant, so drained, that she couldn't move. Reaching for the comforter at the end of their bed, he covered them both as he remained deep inside her. Neither ready to allow the other to break their now merged souls.

Rolling with her, while still remaining within, he brushed her curls as her head rested on his chest. Closing his eyes, slowly begining to drift he whispered...

"Sleep well, love. I love you."

Mac knew there was no way he would get a response from her. She was already softly sleeping wrapped protectively in his love. Turning off their light, he whispered his love once more before joining her in sleep.

tbc...