It was a slow Sunday morning, and a couple of expecting parents are laid on the floor, setting up the bedroom for their coming first child. It was midsummer, and the weather outside was oppressive. They could not have been doing that sort of work if they had not cracked up the air conditioning up significantly.
The wife understood that it was not as fun as it could be, and the weather was terrible for manual work, but, she argued, if they would not do in the Summer, when both of them had time off from work, they would not do ever, and at least now she could help without a large baby bump on the way.
Raul, however, was not convinced, and the first task reiterated his position. He made a face at her through the slats of the crib he was trying to assemble, starting to feel frustrated at the weird instructions.
"We could have paid extra for the assembled set, you know." He pointed out.
"It was three hundred dollars overpriced. It was a shameless steal. This way, you're also building character." Lynette said, handing him another sized Allen wrench. "It's good for you."
She knows that her husband complained and grumbled, but he did that work with pleasure. He had full-on panicked when she had told him she was pregnant, spiralling down into a three-day long freak-out that had her wondering if she had made a mistake in not being more careful with contraception.
She had been a goddess before she met him, and a virgin one at that, and as such avoiding pregnancy has never been a concern for her. This child had been an accident and, even if she was not willing nor has considered at all to have an abortion or putting them up for adoption, she can understand why it made her husband so nervous. She was rattled, too.
Over time and careful conversation, Raul gradually evolved on his feelings. He came around to the idea of being a parent and went from worried about being a father, to worried about being a good father. Much to his wife's relief, he has admitted that trekking through the Amazon Forest and fighting piranhas on a river might not be the best environment for a child, but then he is faced with the problem that he does not know how to parent outside these situations.
It was a fair concern to be had, but Lynette argues that there was still time for that. Plenty of weeks to read the books, take the classes, ask for advice from their colleagues who were already parents. Aside from that, he was, she would say, even excited about parenthood, and this is the most important thing right now.
Excited might be a good word to describe the overall mood at that home, now that she stops to think about it. It seems that, the rounder she got, the less he could keep his hands to himself.
"You have a pregnancy kink." She had laughed at him once, after he'd bent you over the kitchen table for the second time that day.
"I have a you, pregnant with my baby, kink." He had corrected her, head heavy on her shoulder, still rutting against her even as he softened inside her.
The pink-haired psychologist could feel him leering at her right now, in fact, when he is supposed to be tightening all the screws on the crib.
"Focus on your task, Raul." Lynette said, pointedly. "They will never find your body if these screws come loose and my baby falls out."
She fixed her face in a death glare before he could make a "something else I'd like to screw" joke, and he grinned.
"Already done." He gave the crib a firm shake, and he had indeed done the job. He wiped at his forehead with his sleeve. "It's warm in here, is it warm in here? Will he be alright in here?"
"It's June, dear, it's expected for getting a little hot. The AC is working at full capacity, though. It's just that you have been doing manual labour." She smiled at him. "The baby will be fine."
Raul gnawed at his bottom lip, giving the crib another jiggle, looking around the room. "I hope he likes it."
Under all the swagger and the laziness, she can recognize that her husband was just a tender-hearted man who hoped his baby was happy, healthy and safe, just like every good parent out there. She is glad that she chose to have a family with him, in spite of all the horrors and challenges they went through.
The realization was humbling, but it was also sexy, and she also had a heightened desire for sex due to the strange but strong flush of hormones over her brain.
"Come here." Lynette said, holding a hand up
The man was quick to his feet and rushed around the crib to his wife.
"What is it?" He asked.
He took her hand, concerned, lifting she to stand, and she looped an arm over his shoulder, the other hand grasping his.
"Take me to bed, Raul." She whispered seductively.
The change on his face was instant, a combination of dark lust and boyish excitement. He pulled she out of the nursery, across the hall into their room, slamming the door behind him.
"You don't have to shut the door." The wife laughed while he clawed at her clothes, throwing her shirt across the room. "It's just us."
"Practice." He muttered, lips searing kisses across her neck and jawline. "For when we need the privacy."
The blond man pulled her yoga pants to the floor along with her underpants, nudging her backwards out of them until she was sitting on the mattress and he was staring down at she, his joggers already tented with his erection.
"Fuck me, you are so fucking beautiful, do you know that?" He said, his voice heavy with lust.
A rush of wetness pooled in between her thighs and Raul looked at his wife like a starving man presented with a feast.
"I will eventually give birth, you know?" Lynette said. "I won't be…"
"You know what I mean." He retorted, with an edge to his voice.
The blond actor dropped to his knees between her legs, smoothing his hands over them. It was time to put his accumulated experience to good use.
"You're gorgeous. You're my goddess of beauty." He suckled at a spot on her thigh, hands spreading her legs wider as he moved his body closer. "But fucking hell, full of my baby? You're the sexiest thing ever."
He pressed his lips to the skin, a strangled groan in the back of his throat, as she lets out a thin whimper.
"It makes me want to fuck another one into you, all the time." He finished, lifting his face towards her.
"You're so romantic!" Lynette giggled, mocking him.
The look on his face changed again.
"I love you." Raul lay a kiss against that same spot, eyes locked on hers. "Do I show it?" Another kiss. "Do I make you feel loved?"
She nodded, and threaded her fingers through his hair. "Always."
He leaned in closer, angling her backwards to rest her weight on her hands. He bent his head to press another kiss where the swell of her belly met the crease of her thigh, his hands sliding farther up her legs to cup her backside as he trailed his lips across her stomach and down, to close his mouth softly over her slick folds.
Raul devoured his wife, his tongue sweeping through she with an eager hunger, and when she pulled on his hair to press him even closer to her, the groan he let loose only heightened the pleasure coursing through her.
That man knew just how to play Lynette. He knew how to bring her right to the edge and hold her there, make her spine go rigid and her jaw go slack until her orgasm ripped through her, reducing her to a whimpering, whining, writhing mess as she fell back against the mattress. He followed her, crawled over the bed and her to cover her mouth with a sinful kiss that tasted sharply of herself.
"You are so good to me." The woman murmured against his lips, relishing in the way his hands smoothed over her curves. "So, so good to me, baby."
His cock was so hard against that that it felt bruising, but he turned his focus to her breasts, suckling and nipping at his favourite part of her body with the same enthusiasm he had given her still-throbbing pussy. Her nipples were hard peaks in his mouth, caught gently between his teeth as he tugged.
They were so sensitive, where they had not really been before, and she moaned.
"You like that." He said, accusing, as he bites a little harder
Her moan was louder, longer, and she felt him grin into the bite. His teeth brought a fresh ache to the peak of her thighs, her juices coating the exposed skin.
"Raul…" The woman whined, biting her own lip when his fingers found her pussy again, teasing over she clit with a ghost of a touch.
Lynette needed more, and she took it, hooking a leg through his and planting a knee at his hip to flip the two of she over, pinning him to the mattress beneath her.
"Yes!" He hissed.
She laughed at his antics, even as he took a grip on her hips and slid her over him, coating himself in her arousal.
With a simple raise of her hips, she took him in, her walls drawing him in slowly as her mouth dropped open with an easy sigh.
"Oh, Raul, baby." She moaned, delighted.
He was thick, so thick, and she had every ridge and vein of him memorized.
"Stay." Raul ordered. "Just like that. Please. Fuck, let me look at you."
He did not seem to know where to put his hands, and so he put them everywhere, on her legs, her stomach, reaching up to caress her heavy breasts. Love and lust battled for control in his eyes, lower lip bit firmly in his teeth. The slightest swivel of her hips made him jerk his up into her, and she gave a soft cry.
"Move." He ordered again.
Lynette began to roll her body, feeling his cock drag against her swollen, sensitive walls, and the pull of another orgasm snaked its way through she, leaving an impatient whine on her lips.
"Touch me." The woman whispered, hands grasping at her breasts as she rocked her hips faster against him.
Her husband's powerful thighs were thrusting to meet her movements as he stuttered and stammered at the sight of her. He slid the pad of his thumb over her clit, focused strokes he tried to time with his thrusts.
"Yes, baby, fuck, Raul… Closer, Raul." She pulled at his hands and he pushed himself up to meet her body with his.
Her name dripped from his lips as he sought her release and his, plunging deeper into she, holding she tightly to him, mouthing heavy kisses over her neck. The grind of his body against hers was glorious, the filth he groaned into her ear delicious, and when she peaked her vision blurred, body spasming as the wave rolled through her and took him too, the two of she a mess of tangled limbs and nonsensical moans.
"Three more. I want three more." He breathed against her gasping lips.
Lynette burst into laughter.
"I mean it." He smiled as his chest heaved, covering her stomach with his broad hand.
"Easy tiger." Lynette patted his cheek. "We'll see how she feel after months of no sleep."
"Worth it." Raul buried his face in between her breasts, tightening his arms around his wife to hold her as close to him as he could. "So worth it.
