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Tags/warnings - Married Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Breeding, Breeding Kink, Barebacking, baby-making sex, Barry Allen Is A Human Vibrator, No Beta We Die Like Meta of the Week, this is niche on niche with the ship and the kink so cool if anyone likes it, Barry Allen is a Tease, Married Couple

-Come Again? (And Again, And Again, And Again!)-

"No," Caitlin says, pushing his hand holding the condom packet away.

Barry's eyebrows shoot up in surprise since he'd thought Caitlin was pretty into what they were doing up until that action. "No? Don't you want to-"

"Oh, I do, I very much do," she says, pushing him back down on the bed from his partly sat up position. Caitlin runs her hands across his chest and down along his legs, before trailing her fingers tantalizingly across the skin of his thighs. As if to prove her point she uses one hand to touch herself, using her wetness as lubrication to pump his dick several times. Enough to make him groan and temporarily lose the capacity for thought. When she stops, he takes a moment to get his breath back and then his brain catches up too.

"But that means..."

"Uh huh," Caitlin replies with a devilish grin as she sits back on her heels. She already looks a picture of sexiness with her legs spread wide for him, kneeling on the bed around his legs after taking him to the edge with her oral skills. Almost but not quite making him cum with her tongue was hot enough, but that implication was something else. He gets stuck on the thought, partly because he hadn't expected that of all things tonight and partly because it was going straight to his dick and making it hard to think. They'd talked over having children before they even got engaged. They were both in agreement they wanted a family but not in a hurry. Barry didn't mind when precisely, so Caitlin had promised to tell him when she was ready and apparently that was today. Tonight. Right now.

"Only if you're ready too," she adds quietly, suddenly seeming less certain of herself. He hates that his pause had given her cause for worry.

"I'm ready. I'm absolutely ready," he says, breaking out into the widest grin as he pulls her into an embrace and rolls them both onto their sides. Barry presses himself to her, eager for as much skin on skin contact as he can get. He's intoxicated at the idea there will be no barrier between them this time, closer than ever, embarking on this new adventure together. He can feel her wetness on his skin as his leg nudges hers open, and his dick twitches, growing harder at the thought he'll get to feel that wetness of hers this time in a way he never had before. He groans into their kiss at the thought of his dick slick with her arousal.

Caitlin hooks her leg over his, bringing his groin flush with hers, his length pressed between them. She keeps bucking up against him, making little moans at the extra pressure on her clit being just right, and he knows she'll soon be after him inside her but hasn't quite reached the point of demanding it. They'd been on the precipice of that before, when he'd reached to put on the condom. The problem was he knew once he was sliding in and out of her, intimately feeling that smooth warmth of her pussy, he'd cum far too soon and he wanted to prolong it, to enjoy it more as their first time like this.

"Please," says Caitlin breathily, "I want you inside me."

She must've felt his dick harden even more at her words; she bucks up against him, wriggling to get the contact she craves.

"I know," he says with a grin, thoroughly enjoying the effect he has on her. "I'll give you it to you," he says, voice low and sultry, with a buck of his hips that make her whine a touch. "I promise," he says, kissing her deeply, tongue teasing hers as he also teased her with another grind on his hips to hers. Her moan at that went straight to his dick, and when she uses her legs and arms to press herself tighter against him he almost loses his resolve to tease this out, to tease her, because it teases him just as much. In that moment, he's desperate to fuck her, to rut like they are animals. To do it again and again like that until they are exhausted and high on the possibility of what they'd done, what they'd maybe created together.

"I wanna try something first, something I know you'll like."

"You know? That's cocky of you," she says, smirking at her pun, and he rolls his eyes.

What he has in mind they'd tried before, but it had never worked well with a condom on - a little too much friction in places, a little too risqué if they got carried away and it didn't stay on as expected.

"It is incredibly cocky, that's why you'll like it," he says with a smirk as he reaches down to adjust things. He shifts down and moves his dick so that it's between her legs, tantalizingly close. Caitlin raises an eyebrow, not sure what he's up to yet. He uses his hand to spread her labia, his fingers stroking along them until he comes to her clit, circling it for a moment. She pouts when he removes his touch. And then he presses in closer, angling his dick along her slit. Not upwards and into her. Instead, he slides his dick along the length of her entrance, with the base of it pressing against her clit as he does.

He starts rocking himself back and forth in the position. Their kisses grow sloppy as Caitlin gradually is worked undone by this. The slippery teasing of his dick along her inner labia, but never pushing into her, is a special kind of torture. All sensation and anticipation, making him ache to cum, to thrust into her like they both want. But it's worth it, holding out on that, for how she clings to him. She's needy with want as he hits the perfect combination of pressure and rhythm, begging him between his kisses not to stop as she gets closer and closer. Finally, he feels her stiffen and jerk against him with a few small sounds to signal her orgasm.

He gently rocks her through the aftershocks, expecting to stop once she's overwhelmed, but she doesn't push him away or tell him no. She kisses him back leisurely and deeply, her tongue moving in and out of his mouth, stroking his like a slow simulated fuck as he continues to tease them both, his dick rocking back and forth there. It's still torturous, but it feels amazing, luxuriating in the wetness of her, making his dick twitch again at the thought of what more will feel like, once he's in her properly. And then Caitlin speeds it up, not satisfied with the gentle rocking anymore.

"Mmm, that's so good," she whispers into his ear, breath hot and close, as she rocks along with him, gathering pace in her enthusiasm.

"Cait!" is all he can get out for a moment. "I...I can't. I won't la-"

"Good?" she asks, going even faster as she stares into his eyes.

"Fuck," is all he can say.

"How about fuck me, finally," she says with a feral smile.

"Yes!" he practically growls out.

She's so gloriously wet by then that it doesn't take much effort to switch from her sliding along his dick to onto it. He shifts his angle and in a few movements he's sliding into her as she groans at getting what he'd been affectionately denying her all that time. She's so tight around him, so warm, she feels incredible, better than he'd imagined this as and he'd definitely imagined this before. This was his fantasy made real, vivid and visceral. Every time he pulls out, it feels even better to thrust back into her, and he's only spurred on more by her building moans. He thrusts harder, faster, feeling her moving up to meet him as her second orgasm builds. It isn't quite enough. He flips them so she's on her back, giving him more leverage. That change alone would have been enough to do it for him in fairly short order, but he's overwhelmed at her opening herself even wider for him and simultaneously hooking her other leg around his. The change of position allows him to thrust harder and deeper exactly as he needs, but her pulling him close, wanting more of him had him right on the edge. He could feel her constrict around him, a telltale sign she was close too.

"Cum for me, Barry," Caitlin says, half begging half telling. "Cum in me. I want you to cum in me."

He cums with one glorious thrust, followed by several more erratic ones as he rides out the sensation and spills his seed as deep inside his wife as he can. As he collapses on top of her he's flushed, giddy with endorphins. He hears her sigh and it isn't a contented sigh. He turns to look at her and finds her pouting.

"I was so close. It would have been perfect if we'd cum together."

"I'm sorry," he says, cringing slightly. "But I don't think I could've held off after you said that. You did ask me to cum. Inside you, no less. It was very, very sexy," he says, pressing kisses to her cheeks and then her mouth sweetly.

"I'm glad you did. Very, very glad, in fact," she says, kissing him with more heat. "I'm just wound up."

"We could maybe go again in a few minutes?" Barry says. He's still inside her, limp for the time being, but held in by how they are lying together. Normally, he'd pull out soon after, carefully holding onto the top of the condom to make sure it didn't slip off. But now they didn't need to separate like that.

"Can we stay like this for a while? Me inside you. We don't usually get to."

"Okay, sure," she says, looking a little surprised but clearly not averse to it.

It felt oddly comforting and incredibly intimate being inside her post-sex. He likes that they have a new way of being close they'd not had previously. It wouldn't have lasted for long had he been an average man, but as a speedster with an impressively short refractory period he wonders if they could stay like this until he gets it up again. There was something thrilling to him at the idea he could cum in her and stay inside her until he grew hard once more in record time and they'd just continue fucking. That they could do it again and again and only part once she was as full of his cum as they could manage in this love-making session.

As agreed, Caitlin didn't make any effort to move, happy to keep kissing lazily in each other's arms, so Barry took it as an opportunity to see if they could do just that and stay as they were with him inside her. Her kisses had more and more heat to them and eventually he felt his dick stirring again. As he quickly grew hard in her with those, she moaned in delight as he started moving in and out of her, but he kept the thrusts short and shallow. She soon brought her hands down to clasp his ass so that she could pull him closer.

"Tease."

"You'll thank me when you cum so hard you see stars."

"Barry, I love you," she began to say, so sweetly. So sweetly but with a tinge of exasperation, which he knew meant a 'but' was coming. "I love how you make me feel, but right now, I'm already frustrated and I don't want slow. Actually, I want to go on top," she says pushing him off to move position, making him feel sad they'd had to break contact. But he rolls onto his back anyway and Caitlin swiftly and unceremoniously sunk down onto his dick with a satisfied smile at getting her way. It wasn't like he'd ever truly deny her if she asked seriously for something he had the power to give her and make her happy.

At first, he entirely lets her set the pace, watching her ride him with her eyes closed and her mouth falling open in a small 'o' as she took her pleasure, with his own building slower this time after his recent climax. Her breasts bounced with the movement, which he always enjoyed watching with her on top, but he reached out to palm one to help her along. He traced over her the soft pink flesh of her areola, and then tweaked her nipple once and then twice, grinning at the twin reaction of an indecent moan and her walls clenching around him for a second. Playing with her breasts soon had her riding him in more of a frenzy and wound him up almost as bad with feeling her clench around him each time.

Now she was panting with the exertion, and letting out almost whimpers of her frustration at wanting to cum and being so ridiculously close without it tipping over. Everything she did made him desperate for an indescribable more. He didn't care if it was more speed, more hands on him, more of her pussy tightening around him, more dirty moans, or more pleas - silent or not - for his dick inside her, his cum inside her. Just more of her, more of them working in tandem. His hands splayed over her hips as he pulled her flush to him, fucking up into her as she crashed down upon him, both groaning as together they picked up the pace. Her breasts bounced extra hard with each thrust and he wished he could lean forward and suck on them, give her more attention that way to push her over the edge, but he was panting hard too at their desperate pace and only able to focus on keeping up. He could tell she was close as he watched her throw her head back and her mouth formed a much wider O shape.

"I'm – close," he panted out to warn her. He really didn't want to end up finishing too soon for a second time. He wanted her to cum. He needed her to cum. He knew as soon as she came around him he'd cum too. He wanted that so badly. It felt like she was going even harder now chasing her climax, and he felt hazy with lust, impossibly wound up. He couldn't last much longer at all with her wantonly riding him like she was, her expression perpetually caught on the cusp of her o face,

"Cait," he pleads. "I'm - gonna – cum. I'm-" he says in spurts. "Imgonnacum," he blurts out just before she comes down on his dick extra hard, moaning loudly, and he spills his seed into her. Caitlin lets out another, strangled, moan at that and it was enough to push her over too. He feels her spasm powerfully around him as she keeps going, with some small whimpers as she slows right down but still rides out the last few waves of her orgasm on his dick before it softens.

He would've felt bad about cumming first, but it worked out fine in the end. Caitlin slides off of him to the side and wraps an arm around his torso. They both lay there grinning like idiots.

"So...that was different," she says.

His breath catches in his chest at the words. "But good, right?"

"Oh, absolutely," she gushes, hand fondling his chest. "It was nice-"

"Just nice?" he half-teases, still wondering where this discussion is going.

"-to feel you. Not just the pressure of you, but your skin against mine. Everywhere. Nothing holding us back. I could feel how warm you were."

Caitlin pauses for a moment, a hesitation he isn't expecting when they're so comfortable with each other. "I could feel you cum in me. I don't mean the contractions of your bulbocavernosus muscle-"

"Trust you to get clinical on me in bed-"

She bats him lightly, "Oh, you love it when I get scientific. Anyway..." she says, her voice dropping, becoming sultry. "I could feel your actual cum. The rush of a warm sensation spreading inside me, filling me up in another way. It made me think 'We're really doing this. We're going to get pregnant.'"

"Hopefully," Barry says, playing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I think we're off to a good start, but we could go for round three."

Caitlin bats him lightly again, scoffing at his incorrigibility. "No, no round three. Not without food and a rest. Aren't you hungry?" she asks incredulously.

He takes a moment before he replies, feigning nonchalance. "Yeah, I could eat."

Caitlin replies instantly, "You could always eat. I'm always worried you're not eating enough."

Much to his annoyance Caitlin gets up to go wash up and use the WC, and Barry busies himself getting a platter of food together that he intends to bring back to bed. When Caitlin comes to find him in the kitchen, she eyes up the food from the second she enters and starts digging in ravenously when within range, causing Barry to tease her that maybe she should have some more, start eating for two.

"Well, we can't be sure yet," she says coyly, and despite her former protests she suggests, "Maybe we should work on that more."

That's all it takes to get Barry hard again. He hugs her from behind, causing her to exclaim at his erection pressing against her ass. "Oh, you weren't joking about round three.

His eyebrows lift, daring her as she glances back at him over her shoulder. "If you want to."

Caitlin lets out a little, frustrated, sigh. "I'm worn out from being on top, but if you do all the work I might be amenable."

That's all the encouragement Barry needs, lifting her up onto the countertop. She makes a face though, not as enthused as he is at the prospect of kitchen sex. "It's unhygienic."

After he promises to clean the whole kitchen at a later date, she agrees, scooting closer to the edge of the surface and spreading her legs, still naked, opening up herself to him for free reign with his tongue. He knows what every moan and sigh and audible breath means, having studied her long and hard over many years of marriage, allowing him to make her cum in record time. Of course, he intends it purely as a warm up, an incentive to get her just as in the mood as he is.

"That's not exactly baby-making sex," Caitlin says after she comes down from her high, "But I won't complain about a third orgasm."

"It's cute that you think I'm done," he says, both teasing and serious. "A promise is a promise," he points out as he lifts her down from there and man handles her to turn her around. As she settles her arms against the countertop, one of his hands wraps around to zone in on her clit and he relishes the the gasp turned moan she gives as he vibrates his fingers on her. He brings her so incredibly close to cumming again in so little time that she curses him for stopping. For a minute she just pants out her breaths, recovering still leaning with her hands on the countertop supporting her body like she might collapse otherwise, wrecked from feeling.

"Why did you stop?"

"Because I want you to want me."

"I always want you," Caitlin says, looking back at him with eyes that eat him up. Like she wants to pounce on him despite how worn out she is. But he has plans.

"I want to make sure you're as close to cumming as I am."

"Four orgasms is ambitious."

"We've done more in a night," he quips as he moves further away but pulls her ass to him.

"That we have," Caitlin says, with a wink back at him before she shifts into the position she knows he's angling for. Her hands brace against the countertop, leaning forward with legs spread, ready to take him.

Despite the fact she probably expects him to take her immediately, instead he fingers her more from behind. All the while vibrating ever so as he touches her hips, her ass, her thighs, her lips, all around but where she wants him on her clit or inside her. He soon gets her as on edge as he is, dripping wet under his fingers when he finally touches her there. Much to her enjoyment, he switches to one hand on her clit and one stroking into her, indecent moans echoing throughout their kitchen at her having both attentions at once. And then he stops. Again. Waits until she's pushing her ass up desperately trying to meet the hardness of his dick where he stands before her, and then he pushes into her all at once, his flesh slapping against hers as they meet hard and fast.

But still, after entering her, he goes slow and deep no matter how much she pushes back onto him, leveraging her weight from where she still leans against the countertop. It takes so much willpower to hold on to his control, to build them up to what he knows will be spectacular. He wants to savor it too, how he can go in so much deeper from this angle. He can't wait to cum in her like this. From a scientific point of view he knows it probably made no difference to the chances of getting Caitlin pregnant, but it felt like it should. It fulfills an urge in him to cum as far inside her as he can. She keeps trying to push back onto him, desperate for his dick, wordlessly spurring him to go harder and faster. He gives in. Plunging into her pussy to her low moans and coming further undone each time she partway meets his next thrust.

When he's close, he has a sudden idea. Of something they've not been able to do before, condoms too fragile in the face of his abilities. He starts to vibrate his dick as he moves ever increasingly fast inside her, spiking her moans until the noise she makes is one low keen of satisfaction. He comes abruptly that time as she comes herself, suddenly tight around him. He really feels the satisfaction of coming so incredibly hard and deep, pumping into her smugly with his last couple of strokes as she rides her own waves of ecstasy on him. Loving that she would know he had cum too, would feel the proof of his pleasure wet between her legs, and perhaps, one day swollen in her belly like they so fervently hoped for.

Caitlin slumps down to the kitchen floor afterward, sated but weary. She smiles up at him beatifically from there and he hurriedly sits down next to her, peppering kisses across her face, so full of love for her and not able to get it all out at once. It might not last for long but he's sated too and incredibly warmed by her smile, by her easy closeness as she takes his hand in hers and threads her fingers through his.

She looks lovely, almost glowing already, as she tells him, "I love you. I love that we're doing this. I couldn't be happier."

He kisses her slow and deep, no heat to it this time, but with another intensity he hopes she can feel, can sense from him. "I love you too. I'm so happy too. I can't wait."

She squeezes his hand at that, admitting "Of course, I'm nervous too. A little terrified as well, but definitely excited. I'm so glad we're doing this together. Just don't ask me for round four until tomorrow morning. I need rest. I'm pretty sure that's a requirement, a well-rested mother."

He raises their entwined hands and kisses hers tenderly at that. It may be far too early to consider but he grins so wide at her words, at her calling herself a mother. He's optimistic that she will be, if they're lucky. Irregardless, he already feels so lucky to be trying, to be in this together, with her.