AN: Just to warn you, this chapter is the reason that this story is rated M...just letting you know so you're not surprised.
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The water is the clearest blue that I've ever seen, and the waves are gorgeous today. I let them roll under my board, waiting for the perfect one to come along so I can ride back in to the shore, back to my wife and child. I've been out here for two hours already, and caught four amazing waves in that time. And I have to say, they were more than worth the time that I had to wait for them, like anything good in life is. I feel peaceful, feel happy, and somehow it's like being out here being peaceful makes me appreciate even more the time that I have with the two most important girls in the world. I love it out here, I love being with them...and those things help me bear the rest of my life that isn't so great.
In the distance, I see the beginning of the perfect wave. It's like liquid glass coming toward me, curling into that perfect wave and approaching me slowly. I turn on my board, nose to the shore, and start paddling as the glass gets closer. I catch it right at the bottom, standing on the board and trailing my fingers in the water as I carve across the face of the wave. The water feels wonderfully smooth under my fingertips, and my hot skin is cooled by the shadow of the wave I'm riding.
This perfect wave brings me nearly in to the shore, and when I've hopped off the board and into the water to cool off, I stay under for a moment, eyes closed and mind centered on the wave I just dismounted...it was a beautiful wave.
When I come back up, I break through the surface and smooth my hair back from my face, grabbing my board before any more waves come along and knock it into me. Walking in the shallow water, I grab the board and carry it under my arm until I'm out of the water completely, the tide coming in around my ankles and then not at all. The wet sand sticks to my feet as I walk away from the water, heading toward the house slowly.
It takes a couple minutes, but when I reach the porch I prop my board up against the wall and rinse it off with the hose, rinsing myself off as well. Peeling my shorts and rash guard off, I look up just in time to see the screen door open and my beautiful wife step out. I smile at her, tossing my shorts and rash guard over the plastic rack I keep for them to dry on. Marissa closes the door behind her, setting the baby monitor on the table and smiling at me as I put my board back on the wall rack with the rest of them.
"Hey babe...did you have a good time?" she asks, crossing her arms over her chest and watching me.
"I had a great time...it's beautiful out there today, Riss...you should go out later," I say, reminding her like I often do that she likes to surf too. She forgets sometimes--ever since she got pregnant she's had kind of a one-track mind. She smiles beautifully at me, nodding and looking out at the ocean that I just got out of.
"Maybe I'll do that," she says quietly, looking back at me. I can't help but notice the way that her eyes wander over my body, and that fact brings a huge smile to my face, brings goosebumps up on my skin. She looks almost in awe, her beautiful eyes (which are looking more blue right now than green) are wide and shining, drinking in the sight of me as if we were kids again, as if we still lived off one another's touch.
"How can you do that?" I ask her, my voice raspy from the things running through me right now. My girl smiles slightly, her eyes traveling lazily back up to mine as she steps in my direction. Her steps are small, slow, and she approaches me much like that perfect, glassy wave did just ten minutes earlier. I can't help but notice that she's still wearing only the thin robe over panties and spaghetti-strapped top...she looks amazing.
"How can I do what?" she asks, her voice low...the tone of it doubles the number of goosebumps on my body, and I swear to God that she gets sexier every day. Her eyes are still burning into me, and I want to kiss her so badly right now that it hurts.
"How can you look at me that way...like you can't get enough of me? It's been twelve years," I breathe. A sly smile creeps farther across her lips and she reaches out to me, resting her hands on my hips as she steps closer still. I can feel her body heat, her breath, I can smell her scent--a unique mixture of her mango shampoo and the pear bodywash she uses. Her skin smells heavenly, just as it has since she was seventeen.
"I can look at you that way because you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen...and because I am so in love with you," she whispers, her voice low and soft. The feel of her hands on my nearly bare hips is electric, and as she rubs her thumbs over my hipbones I think I may collapse right here and now. She leans down slightly, looking intently into my eyes still.
"Olivia?" I breathe, making sure before I kiss her that we aren't going to be interrupted any time soon. Marissa smiles, sliding her thumbs under the string of my bikini bottoms.
"Sleeping," she whispers into my lips. She kisses me softly on the lips, really just a nip, and pushes me slowly against the wall. Taking her lips away from mine, she brushes her nose against mine and just looks deeply into my eyes. Her thumbs creep farther north, pulling on the string straps of my bottoms and somehow turning me on by doing it. I kiss her, leaning up just slightly and catching her lips with mine, catching her lower lip between my teeth lightly and then kissing her again.
"What are we doing?" I breathe, kissing her again. She smiles into my lips, her thumbs leaving the straps of my bottoms alone and creeping underneath the fabric covering my ass. Her fingers dance over my salty skin, warming the previously-chilled flesh and creating a marvelous ache between my legs.
"We're having sex for the first time in months," she says, grasping my ass in her hands and pulling me flush to her. Moaning, I kiss her deeply, pushing my tongue past her lips and sliding my hands up her slim arms, finally making it to her shoulders and pushing the robe she's wearing off her. It slides down her arms and she removes her hands from me long enough to let the robe fall to the ground. She kisses me eagerly, her hands right back on me as soon as the robe is off her.
"Oh my God, I've been dying to do this for so long it's ridiculous," I tell her, sliding my hands up the back of her shirt and feeling her gorgeous skin.
"So have I...I want to take this slow and everything but I don't know if I can, baby," she moans, her hands on either side of my face, thumbs caressing my skin as she kisses me between every few words. I smile, shaking my head and kissing her at the same time.
"It's okay, there'll be time for that later," I whisper, hooking my thumbs in the sides of her panties. She nods, reaching back down my body to the ties at the sides of my bikini bottoms and undoing them quickly. The fabric falls off me and suddenly I'm half-naked on the back porch, completely open to her hungry eyes. She kneels down slowly, her lips creating a hot trail down my chest, then my stomach. When she reaches my swollen outer lips, she lets her tongue poke out and I almost lose it right here and now.
"Oh my God, Riss," I moan, tangling my fingers in her hair as she spreads my legs slightly wider so she can get to more of me. Her tongue flicks across my clit, and I nearly come off the floor--I haven't felt her like this in such a long time. As she's pleasuring me the way that only she has ever been able to, I let my eyes drift shut and start succumbing to her.
Then, out of nowhere, I realize that it has been months since we've had sex...and as crazy as I've been going in that time, as horny as I've been, Marissa was the one that carried our baby and had to give birth. Her body has been through a tremendous amount of stuff in the past few months, and I know that the stress on her has been incredible. So why am I letting her go down on me? I should be making her scream right now, relieving all the crazy hormones that I know have been raging in her body through the past months.
"Baby, baby wait," I say, looking down at her as she looks up at me. Her blue eyes are dark with lust and I have honestly never wanted her more than I do right now, seeing her down there with her fingers and tongue playing with me.
"What's wrong?" she asks me, looking concerned. I shake my head, moving my hands so they're cupping her face, and I bring her back up so we're facing each other eye to eye.
"Nothing's wrong...I just realized that we should be doing this to each other...we should be doing this together. Let me touch you too, baby," I whisper. She raises an eyebrow and smiles sexily, biting her lower lip and nodding. Her lips are glistening from the things she was just doing to me, and before I get to getting her off, I kiss her deeply. Tasting myself on her lips, I grin and reach down, pushing her panties down her long, gorgeous legs.
She steps out of them, kicking them away to rest with my bikini bottoms on the deck. Our hands simultaneously creep down each other's bodies, wandering between each other's legs. Looking straight into my beautiful wife's eyes, I slip two fingers into her hot, wet body at the same time as she does the same to me, penetrating me for the first time since before our daughter was born. Both of us gasp at the feeling, slowly beginning to pump in and out of each other's bodies. Marissa hooks her right leg around my hip, and we lean against the wall of the house and make love hard and fast, bringing quiet moans and gasps from each other.
"Alex, I've missed the feel of you inside me," Marissa breathes, her blue eyes almost black with passion. I nod, biting my lower lip.
"I've missed you too, baby," I pant. We begin thrusting harder and faster into each other, both of us getting closer and closer to what we've been missing for months. Her breath is coming in short gasps at the point, her arm moving faster to keep up pace with mine as we get closer.
"Oh God, I'm close," she gasps, resting her forehead on mine. I nod, bumping our heads lightly against each other.
"I know, baby..." I whisper, struggling to keep my eyes open so I can watch her cum. We thrust into each other a few more times, bringing on simultaneous orgasms that rock us both. We both still with our fingers deep inside the other, looking into each other with wide, teary eyes. She cums hard around me, her body convulsing wildly around my fingers as she gasps deeply.
My orgasm releases a lot of long-held tension that's been building in me for a long time. It tears through my body, and I cry out, cumming hard around her fingers too...
After our orgasms pass, we just stare at each other...looking deeply into each other's eyes and breathing hard trying to recover from what just happened. Slowly, we slide our fingers out of each other and she lets her leg fall from my hip. Lifting my fingers to my mouth, I lick them clean; Marissa smiles sexily and does the same, and for about the billionth time since we've been together I realize that this woman will never stop being the sexiest thing on earth. Ever.
"That was fucking amazing," she whispers, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me lightly on the lips. I smile into her kiss, wrapping my arms around her body and holding her closer to me.
"What a mouth on the mother of my child...fucking amazing..." I chuckle, looking into her gorgeous blue-green eyes. She chuckles too, kissing me again.
"Well it was--I can't help it if my wife is the sexiest thing I've ever seen...And that was my first orgasm in almost six months, Al, what did you want me to say?" she laughs. I shrug, kissing her and smiling too.
"I guess that was good...I love you so much, baby," I tell her, kissing her again.
"I love you too, so much," she whispers into my lips, her arms around my neck.
Gradually, we seperate and I pick up my bikini bottoms and her panties, handing her the panties and watching her slowly put them on, her eyes on me the entire time. I grin and look at my bottoms, which are looking like a complicated mess that I don't want to even figure out how to put back on. Sighing and tossing the bottoms onto the drying rack, I untie my top as well, tossing that too.
Seeing me standing naked before her for the first time in months, Marissa's eyes widen and she licks her lips, immediately kissing me fiercely. Her hands trail down my body, stopping at my breasts. Her hands are massaging me before I can even respond, and I let my head fall back at the sheer joy of what I'm feeling right now. Pleasure is ripping through my body in waves, and though it's been only five minutes since I had a massive orgasm, I feel almost ready to have another.
Suddenly, as she's rolling her skilled fingers over one incredibly sensitive nipple, the baby monitor starts crying...Olivia is awake. Marissa immediately stands up straight and looks at the monitor, her maternal instinct conflicting seriously with her desire to have me again. She looks back at me, her big blue-green eyes imploring me...I smile, wanting to laugh at her. She honestly doesn't know what to do; go get the baby or stay here and make me scream for her again.
"Go get her, baby...I'll go take a cold shower," I tell her, kissing her on the lips and smiling at her. Her hand trails from where it was kneading my breast, dropping ot her side.
"Mmm...can we finish this later?" she asks, raising an eyebrow and looking me over again. I grin, nodding and taking her hand.
"Yeah, of course. Maybe Summer will want to babysit later on, huh?" I murmur, leading her back into the house. She smiles and nods, kisses my neck and heads down the hall to get the baby.
Sighing and shaking my hands out, I shake my head and go to the shower, getting in and turning the water on cold. The warm ache between my legs goes away slowly and gradually, after several minutes with the freezing water pouring over me.
While I've got a minute to myself, I can't help but think about how happy I am...I never would have thought that meeting Marissa Cooper would change my life so drastically, and so for the better, but it did. I love her more than life itself and I will for the rest of my life. Olivia too--I never thought I would feel such intense, immediate love for another human being besides Marissa. But things are working out great for us. Things are worked out. I love my life.
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AN: Well, that's it...constructive criticism would be appreciated, let me know how I can do better. Thanks for reading guys, hope you liked it.