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My Boys – Chapter 17

That was one of the longest nights of Amelia's life. Time would simply not pass.

While she finished helping Thomas and Lucas with their homework, she watched as Owen prepared dinner in the kitchen. She would often catch him staring at her with malice in his eyes. She couldn't help but to smile back, rejoicing in the intimacy of their silent exchange of words.

When Danny said he was thirsty, Amelia got up from the living floor where she'd been playing with the boys and went into the kitchen, looking for a sippy cup to fill with water.

"Have you seen the one of those Mickey cups with the red lids?" She asked Owen, looking in the cabinets above the sink.

"They're up there," Owen pointed to the shelf above her head.

As Amelia stretched her arm to reach it, she felt a strong hand grabbing one side of her hip as Owen stood close behind her. She could sense his warm breath on the back of her head when he leaned into brush his lips along the sensitive skin of her neck.

Amelia closed her eyes and put both of her hands on the kitchen counter, trying to keep her balance as Owen's other hand captured one of her breasts gently. Because of the pregnancy, her breasts had become tender and slightly uncomfortable, but it didn't stop her from getting pleasure when he touched her. Owen proceeded to get closer and closer to her as he slowly nipped her neck and shoulders, leaving red teeth marks all over her porcelain white skin.

She felt Owen's body against hers and his obvious arousal grind firmly against her lower back. His gentle bites became delicious kisses and Amelia had to stop him before it got out of control.

"You're gonna make me look like a sixteen year old if you give me a hickey," She turned around in his arms, putting both hands on his chest to stop his advances.

"You are making me feel sixteen," Owen confessed, leaning in anyway and capturing her earlobe with his lips. "It's like I have uncontrollable urges all over again," He added, grabbing her butt cheeks with his hands and pulling her hips against his.

Amelia felt his enormous manly hands on her body and was immediately assaulted by a tingling sensation in her lower abdomen.

"Except now you won't have to solve the problem with your own hand," She teased, welcoming his kisses on the side of her neck as he squeezed her harder.

"No, maybe we'll have your hand doing it this time," He gave her a dirty look and kissed her lips before she could say anything else.

Amelia stood on the tip of her toes and wrapped both arms around his neck, kissing him back with the same passionate desire.

"If you keep looking at me like that," Owen announced as he broke their kiss "I swear I'm gonna take you upstairs right now and…"

"Don't," Amelia interrupted him, laughing, "Control yourself. You're a dad. Your children are here."

"I'm also a husband," Owen looked at her from a safe distance, devouring her with his eyes.

"I know, babe," Amelia was just as frustrated they couldn't be together immediately but she was starting to appreciate the anticipation "You're really good at it," She added.

"At what? Sex?" Owen upfront asked, gleaming with pride.

"At being a husband," Amelia smiled to herself, enjoying teasing him. When Owen frowned obviously exaggerating his disappointment, she added "But you're pretty great at the other thing too," She provocatively bit her bottom lip.

"At being a dad?" Owen played her game, his eyes filled with lust as he did his best not to touch her.

"And at sex," Amelia whispered, swiftly walking away from him with a smile.

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During dinner, Owen was trying to concentrate on his food and on his sons when he suddenly felt something warm slowly rubbing on his leg. He didn't need to look to realize it was his wife's foot touching him on his inner thigh under the table.

"Amelia…" Owen said between his teeth, his hands clenched on his fork.

She ignored his plea and slowly moved her foot up, touching him where he knew she would end up. With one steady grip, Owen captured her foot, holding it firmly while he gently massaged her small toes.

"Witch," He whispered silently, making her laugh with pride at her successful attempt to tease him "You're going to pay for this."

Amelia didn't answer him with words; her lustful eyes already said everything Owen needed to know. Their silent exchange of promises was interrupted by their sons, who happily chatted during dinner.

"Momma, can we watch cartoons in your bed tonight?" Lucas asked using his best puppy eyes.

"Ok, but you can't stay up late because it's a school night," She explained, seeing the excited look on her son's face.

When the boys were in their fluffy pajamas, they lined up on her bedroom door. It was a little past seven pm and Amelia usually put them to bed at eight. She was hoping the cartoons would distract them enough to make them fall asleep without making a fuss.

As the four of them climbed on their bed, she pulled the covers and turned off the lights. The room was involved in darkness except for the bright display of the TV. Since Owen was downstairs cleaning up when she had prepared the boys for bedtime, she joined them on the bed, feeling the four of them slowly snuggling around her to make themselves comfortable.

After a few minutes, Owen entered his own bedroom to find two of their sons already asleep curled up next to their mother. He noticed one of the twins was almost there too, but Lucas still resisted sitting up, distractedly entertained by a cartoon about talking airplanes.

"Hey buddy," Owen sat on the bed and lay next to his son, rubbing his back gently. At the presence of his dad, Lucas shifted to sit on his legs, resting on his chest. Owen felt the gentle weight of his small body and kissed his son on the head, as the little boy relaxed in the safety of his father's arms. "Do you know how much dad loves you?" Owen playfully whispered in his ear.

"Too much," Lucas repeated the rehearsed line, without taking his eyes off the TV. A few seconds went by when Lucas finally bothered to look at his father "Dad, you have to stop kissing me, you kiss too much," He protest, rubbing his hand on his face where his father had touched him.

Owen tried his best to hold his laughter.

"I can't help it because I love you so much," He argued with mirth in his voice, exchanging looks with Amelia.

Lucas sounded very serious when he replied "But you won't let me watch the cartoon. Go kiss mommy." He bargained.

Owen chuckled at his son's impatience and looked over at Amelia, who was softly talking Robbie into closing his eyes. He smiled when he saw her delicate hands caressing the toddler's hair as she made him lay his head on her shoulder. When she heard Lucas's protest, she laughed along with Owen, seeing the exaggerated frown her oldest son's forehead.

About twenty minutes later, both Robbie and Lucas were already asleep and as usual, Owen took charge of carrying them to their beds while Amelia tucked them in.

She had just closed the door after her after all the boys were already in their beds when Owen took her hand in the hallway, leading her to their bedroom.

She stood in front of him, keeping a small gap between their bodies. Owen smiled at her, his eyes filled with desire. When she smiled back, his arms captured her, bringing her closer.

"Did you miss our bed?" Amelia asked when Owen started showering her with hungry kisses. She had denied him access to their bed and their bedroom ever since he had gotten back from Charleston and now they were back to normal she felt really bad about having made him sleep in the guest room. This was his room too, after all, and all of his stuff was here as well.

"I missed the woman in it," Owen answered truthfully. Being in the army, he had become used to sleeping pretty much anywhere. Of course his bed was more comfortable, but the most captivating thing about it was that it had Amelia.

"I can't believe you're here," She smiled at him, looking him deeply in the eye. Amelia held his face between her hands, not daring to look elsewhere. It had killed her when they he had come back and yet they had been so distant. Now that they had talked and gotten over their problems, all she wanted was to be close to him again. Her voice was hoarse when she asked "Owen, make love to me."

Owen didn't waste time on words, he was more concerned with undressing her, and fast. He answered her by pulling off Amelia's shirt with ease, and delighted himself when he realized she was only wearing panties under it. He laid her down on the bed and got on top of her, losing himself in the softness of her skin. His hands traveled through every piece of her body, from her face to her toes, his lips sucking and nipping every bit of skin his lips could reach.

She aggressively pulled his shirt through his arms and neck, letting him know she couldn't wait any longer either. Owen let his body weigh on hers, seeing the look of pleasure on her face when his hand slipped between her thighs, touching her intimately. Amelia moaned loudly when his finger found her most sensitive spot. Feeling drowned in desire, she pulled Owen's pants down, together with his boxers.

He was assaulted by a wave of chills when her fingernails traced paths on his back, slowly caressing and then digging mercilessly when he kissed her. Owen captured her wrists and held them above her head, immobilizing her, so he could kiss and explore her body at his will. Amelia didn't protest, loving the familiar sensation of his lips on her breasts. His unshaved beard rubbed her skin, leaving scratch marks on her curves.

"Tell me where," Owen demanded with fire in his eyes. Amelia could identify the raw desire in his voice and on his face. Without breaking eye contact with him, she freed her hand and grabbed his, slowly moving it on the length of her body, from her breasts until it reached the center of her pleasure again.

Owen's naughty smile didn't go unnoticed and he stimulated her mercilessly, making her legs weaker. Amelia ran her hand on his thigh, feeling the muscles harden under her touch. Owen kept the slow torture with his fingers and shifted his weight to one of his elbows, getting a better view of her delighted face.

"I want to see it, babe." He roughly captured her bottom lip between his, "Don't hold back."

His hand made its way up, reaching her lower abdomen and bellybutton, as his lips crushed hers again on a hungry kiss. Amelia enjoyed being on top during sex, but she also loved it when he took control of the situation as he had been doing. She loved to see his stiffened body when he was crazy with desire, to feel his weight on her and to have his hands and lips dictate the rhythm of that sensual dance they were creating.

He turned her around in his arms, making her lie on her stomach. Owen glued his chest to her back as one of his hands captured the angle between her neck and jaw possessively. Amelia was now trapped beneath him, his entire body covering hers from shoulder to thighs. She could feel him hard behind her, and she adjusted her hips to accommodate him.

Owen tilted his hip forward, pressing her against the soft mattress, easily parting her legs. Amelia used her elbows to support the weight of her head and shoulders, feeling her husband cover her entire back with sensual bites. When he buried his face in the crook of her neck, she involved one arm around him, bringing his lips to hers as Owen moved his hips to finally drive full length inside of her.

The satisfaction was evident on her face as Owen splayed his hands on each side of her shoulders, crushing her body with his. Her hands traveled from his face to entangle in his hair, pulling it hard when Owen thrust faster against her. Amelia clutched him to her with force, bringing his face closer to her body. She involuntarily arched her back when he kept moving his hip, withdrawing and then shifting forward again skillfully. Just when Amelia was sure she would explode from the feelings building inside her, he stopped, making her roll onto her back once again.

Lying, facing him now, Amelia circled his hips with her legs as Owen wasted no time in joining their bodies again. Her warmth welcomed him and Owen got lost in his own desire. His fingers shoved into her heavy, silken hair, bringing her face toward his lips. His pushed harder against her, feeling her moans boost his excitement. Amelia could feel shivers of delight and desire racing through her body as Owen quickened his driving, insistent strokes, making them finally reach their climaxes together, both bodies taken over by waves of pleasure that left them completely out of breath.

Owen wasted no time in recovering, quickly lying on his back to pull her by the hips, making her straddle him. Amelia's cheeks were hot and flushed and her eyes were sparkling from the amazing orgasm he had just given her, but she joined him again, crawling on his top with ease. She moved in slow circles, feeling him harden again inside her as they started all over again. Amelia imposed her rhythm and he followed her, but just as she thought he had subsided, Owen moved to the top again, trapping her body under his.

"I want you," Owen said, his voice hoarse as he captured her jaw and forced her to look into his eyes as he drove deeper inside her "You are mine. Say it."

Amelia saw the intense passion in his eyes and for a second, she regained some of her conscious and remembered the events of the past week. She could identify the jealousy that still assaulted Owen, the sparkle in his eyes when he arrogantly dominated her body with his, imprisoning her within a web of desire and love. He was like a raw, primitive warrior claiming his prize: her. Amelia felt her body being taken by a wave of hot desire when she saw the force in his eyes as he dared her to say the words. He had completely overtaken her, seducing her with his touch and kissing her with violent tenderness. And she couldn't resist it. She loved him and he was her everything. She was completely his, body, heart and soul.

"I'm yours," She yielded, whispering back against his temple with her eyes closed, feeling Owen lose all control as he moved deeper inside her body "I love you and I will always be yours. You're the only one," She added, knowing it would be his undoing.

Owen struck her faster and harder, unable to control himself, despite knowing his body far outweighed hers. He was just about to withdraw in fear of hurting her when he felt Amelia exploding in fits of pleasure beneath him, her sweet voice screaming his name as she held nothing back, exactly like he had asked.

Owen kissed her with passion and pride, and just when Amelia thought he was finally done, he proved her wrong by wearing her out once again, giving her an orgasm for the third time that evening.

When their sweaty bodies finally parted, Amelia felt the cold air around her involving them and quickly lay on top of him in search of his warmth, only to have her lips captured on yet another kiss. She was usually the one with the long lasting energy but that night, Owen was the insatiable one.

"You wanna go again?!" Amelia's eyes widened in shock, not quite believing it. "Seriously, I can't anymore, you're gonna give me a rash or something." She protested.

Owen laughed at her startled expression and pulled her closer to his chest on a bear hug.

"I think we are good," He kissed the top of her head gently "For tonight."

"Oh, really?" Amelia put one hand over the other on his chest to support her chin, so she could look at him.

Owen's hand traveled to her face and his thumb gently caressed her cheek in a soothing caress. She was everything he ever dreamed of. Up to that day, sometimes he still found it hard to believe she was real.

"I have one entire month of catching up to do," He explained, smiling lazily at her. Her light weight pressing on his body was something he had missed very much and he couldn't wait until he could have her again. "Luckily for us, we can't be up to date in just one evening."

Amelia rolled over, crashing on the mattress next to him.

"Well, I for one can't complain," She said, holding his hand between hers and gently biting his knuckles.

Amelia could see Owen was finally exhausted from the intense lovemaking, but somehow, she felt more energized than ever. That didn't surprise him, so he agreed when she insistently took him to the living room, proposing they watched a movie together. It was little past 9 pm and she didn't want to sleep just yet.

Owen sat down on the couch, his back inclined against the soft cushions while Amelia went to the kitchen because she felt like drinking tea. She came back with a hot mug and butter crackers.

"Hungry much?" Owen teased her, knowing too well already that pregnant Amelia needed snacks in regular intervals.

"It's not me, it's the baby," Amelia replied with a grin "Besides it's your fault I burned all my dinner calories already."

Owen chuckled and sorted through channels as she ate. When she was done, Amelia dropped the mug on the coffee table, lying down on the couch with no ceremony. She rested her head on Owen's legs, feeling one of his hands caressing her hair gently, while the other traveled to rub her belly.

"How's she doing?" He blissfully asked.

"He is doing very well," Amelia answered, changing pronouns just to tease him. Owen frowned at her playfully and gave her a quick peck on the lips "How are you so sure it's a girl?" She asked, completely ignoring the movie.

Owen took his eyes off the TV and looked down into her eyes "I don't," He said with honesty "But it would be really nice if it were," He dreamed "But of course I'd love her or him, either way." He added, feeling bad that he was so strongly hoping they would have a daughter.

"I am happy with the fact it's just one this time," Amelia laughed with herself, remembering the surprise they had gotten when she had the first ultrasound for the last pregnancy.

Owen smiled at the memory and kept on idly caressing her hair. When the movie went on a break, he casually suggested:

"Babe, do you think we should get a bigger house? I mean, we only have three bedrooms upstairs. Where we will put the little one?"

Amelia looked up at him, confused.

"I really hadn't thought about that," She confessed. They had a spare room downstairs, which they had turned into a guest bedroom. But really was no place for a nursery because it was too far from their bedroom. And they couldn't move the older kids downstairs for the same reason. Lucas and Thomas still woke up in the middle of the night sometimes, and they were too young to be climbing the stairs up and down in the middle of the night. "Damn it, we're gonna have to go house hunting again," Amelia sighed, recalling the insane amount of hardwork they'd had to go through the previous time. "I really like this neighborhood and I like our house. I don't want to move."

"You were the same way the last time and you adjusted to this house just fine," Owen said. The first place they moved into after they'd gotten married was the house he had bought after selling the trailer. Being a single man, Owen had opted for a simple two bedroom, five room house. But once they were pregnant with the twins, which they were sure would be their youngest children, they had moved the house they were currently living in. It was spacious and had everything they needed up until now.

"I'll call the realtor on Monday," Owen decided. He really didn't look forward to going through a move again, and despite them having a very comfortable financial situation, buying a house was always a big deal. He thought about the move and how much work it would be to pack up everything again and then, they eventually would have to deal with the selling of this house. "I'm really not excited about this either, but it'll be for the best."

When Owen thought about the reason that had led them to making that decision, he didn't feel so irritated anymore.

"You know what?" He kissed Amelia's forehead "I am looking forward to finding out if we should start looking for a pink paint samples."

Amelia chuckled at Owen's indiscretion. He really couldn't hide it how much he hoped for a girl. It didn't matter to her, but he was so invested, that she was starting to wish it was a girl too, just because of how happy it would make him.

It wouldn't them any good to speculate, really. Whatever the baby's sex was, they would only know in a few weeks. And there wasn't any other option than to wait to find out.