Narvel sat next to Reba in the bed, watching her breastfeed their several month old son. He loved to watch this scene between mother and son, loving the intimate bond the pair shared. He smiled at the sweetness of it. But in the back of his head he was a little jealous of the baby. Shelby got what Narvel so desperately craved, his mouth on her sweet tender body. He knew this was ridiculous, but the doctor had told them they couldn't have intercourse for several months after the birth. And truthfully- it was killing him. He looked at her milky white skin, smooth pale pink breasts that ached for his touch, pouty heart shaped kissable lips, and long well defined legs and longed to make her his again in the most intimate way. But he couldn't.
Reba stood in her bedroom in a red lacy negligee that barely reached her knees, waiting for Narvel to come in. She spread herself out on the bed, her vibrant curly red hair surrounding her face in beautiful soft tendrils. As he entered the room, he stared at her in awed shock. "Reba, baby, unless we can actually...unless it's time...please your killing me!" Beckoning him to the bed, she sat him down and straddled him. Gently, Reba bit his ear and whispered, "We can do it baby...I'm able". It was like a fire had been lit in Narvel. His eyes burned bright and his movements became frenzied and wild. With an intense fervor, he practically ripped off her flimsy lingerie, quickly followed by his pants, shirt, and boxers. Rolling them over, he ran his hands over her smooth breasts and kissed a path down her chest. Slowly, he let his hand wander down to her thighs and touched her tenderly. Each touch and caress became more eager and urgent, their need becoming unbearable. Nodding that she was ready for him, Reba readied herself. Narvel entered her, their faces lit with pleasure. Their passions consumed them and they loved each other all night long...