CHAPTER 24
"I think he loves your breasts almost as much as I do," said Matt, watching our son as he nursed. His little hand clutched at the skin of my left breast as he voraciously sucked at my nipple, drawing out the milk he so desperately craved.
"I'd call it a draw," I said.
"He's the Master of them. There's no question about that."
"True, but it's temporary. You'll be Master again soon enough," I said. Matt tipped my chin upwards and placed a soft wet kiss on my lips. Surprisingly, the feel of his mouth on mine ignited my passion. Recovering from major surgery and being a new mother had taken its physical toll on me and the last thing on my mind was sex...that is until my husband's kiss sparked something familiar between my legs. It had been two months since the baby was born and we had settled in to a nice routine of nursing, napping, bathing, eating, cuddling and play time. Matthew had been a tremendous help over the last eight weeks, chipping in to do laundry, the cooking and cleaning, plus helping to take care of the baby. He was adept at burping him after feedings and changing diapers. Having a new baby in the house was definitely a team effort.
"Here...let me put him down," said Matt, taking Finn from my arms. James Finnegan Casey, named after my father and Matt's paternal grandfather. Two stalwart men with strong names that represented the best parts of us.
Finn had contentedly pulled off of my breast and promptly fell asleep as I gently rocked him in the big cushioned rocking chair my father had bought for the nursery. Matt kissed his forehead before laying him down on his back in the crib. His little arms splayed out above his head as he stretched in preparation for his longest period of sleep...five whole hours. After that, he would be awake every two hours to nurse. Matt would dutifully get out of bed, change his diaper and bring him to me to be fed. Then I would nurse him and Matt would rock him back to sleep until the next time his tank needed to be topped off. It was like a perfect little choreographed dance and both Matt and I thanked God for it.
"He's beautiful, isn't he?" I said, watching our little blue eyed angel with the wisps of blonde hair sleeping peacefully.
"He's perfect...just like you," said Matt. He kissed me again, this time a little slower and deeper than before. He took my hand in his and led me out of the nursery and into our bedroom. On the nightstand was a bottle of champagne and two glasses on a silver tray.
"Awwww, Matt…" I said, choking up.
"Happy Anniversary, baby. I know it's not dinner at The Drake, but..." he said. Our third wedding anniversary had crept up on us when we weren't looking. Being so busy as new parents, we sort of overlooked the occasion in favor of a more pressing issue...our baby son, Finn.
"It's perfect...just like you. Happy Anniversary, Lieutenant," I said.
Matt filled the two glasses with the pale bubbly liquid and handed me one.
"To us...two of the luckiest people in the world...now with an addition," said Matt, clinking his glass with mine and wearing a huge grin. We both sipped the champagne in our glasses, downing it quickly. Matt took my empty glass and set it down on the nightstand next to his.
"Have I told you lately how beautiful you are, Mrs. Casey?"
"Yes...but it's usually when my breasts are exposed," I said with a giggle. A devilish grin broke across his face and a wicked little twinkle appeared in his blue green eyes.
"Come here," he said in a low voice. He took my hand and pulled me to him, swiftly covering my mouth with his. His hands cupped either side of my neck, holding my head while he devoured my mouth. Each time his tongue swept my mouth, the dull throb between my legs became more intense. For the last couple of months, sex had been the furthest thing on my mind. Diapers, sore breasts and an ugly incision had seen to that...not to mention the countless sleepless nights since Finn had been born. But wrapped in the arms of my husband now, all of that seemed to melt away.
"Are you ready for this? Because if you aren't, tell me and I'll…" I put my finger to Matt's lips.
"I'm more than ready, so clam up, Lieutenant…" I said. I heard him snigger softly as I unbuckled his jeans and helped him pull his t-shirt over his head. I ran my hands across his chest, feeling the dark blonde hairs tickle my palms. I moved in closer, flicking my tongue lightly around his left nipple. I felt his body shudder underneath my hands as I moved my mouth from the left to the right.
"I'd say you're ready, too…" I said, my hands grazing the bulge in his pants. To my surprise, he blushed at my notice of his erection. Maybe becoming a father had made him a little more modest than he had been before. I guess we would both find out within the next few minutes. I slowly pushed him back towards the bed. He sat down and leaned back, letting me take command of things.
"Oh, come on Lieutenant...you're making this too easy," I said, straddling him.
"Oh, am I?" he said, suddenly grabbing my arms and turning me around until he was positioned on top of me.
"How's that for taking charge? And it's Captain, by the way."
Matt had been promoted to Captain in the weeks since Finn was born. He had always been an amazing firefighter and a strong leader, but his actions at a warehouse fire a few weeks back had separated the men from the boys at Firehouse 51. I was so proud of him and felt a little guilty that I had forgotten about his promotion.
"Right...right...I have baby brain. I'll blame it on that," I said, just before he covered my mouth with his. His hands found their way under my nightgown and moved up to my breasts, his fingers lightly stroking my sensitive nipples. I pulled my nightgown off over my head and flung it to the floor as Matt moved downward on my body. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my panties, caressing the scar left by the C-section. Instinctively, I grabbed at his hands.
"Don't...it's ugly," I said, still feeling self-conscious about it.
"Baby...it's not ugly...not even a little. This scar represents our son's birth and the fact that you're a goddamn warrior. It's a part of him and you...and it's beautiful," he said. He placed delicate kisses all along the edge of the incision, pulling my panties down over my hips and off of me as he moved. I held onto his head as his warm mouth landed between my legs. I arched my back as he connected with my throbbing little bud. He flicked his tongue in a circular motion all around me, then licked at me like a lion who hadn't eaten in several days. My body responded immediately, groaning softly as head moved and his tongue explored every inch of me.
He climbed upwards on my body, placing soft kisses as he moved. His tongue circled around the nipple on my right breast, making it stand erect. A drop of breast milk appeared on the tip of it, which Matt promptly licked off.
"Finn will be looking for that later," I giggled.
"God, I've missed your body," said Matt, as his mouth continued to explore my breasts and neck. As his mouth devoured mine, he slowly thrust himself into me. I let out a gasp at the sudden feel of him inside me after so many months.
"And I've missed yours," I said, as I raked my nails across his back. He arched his body upward as my fingertips grazed his skin, making the muscles in his upper arms flex. In my postpartum haze, I had forgotten just how beautiful my husband was...from his blue-green eyes and perfect lips, down to his toned arms and upper body to every inch of his masterful cock. I pulled my legs up, spreading myself wider to him as his movements quickened. Within minutes, my orgasm exploded all over him as he continued to thrust hard and deep, reaching his own climax just shortly after. The heaviness of his body on mine and the wet and warm sensation between my legs triggered a rush of emotions I hadn't expected. My love for Matthew suddenly seemed a thousand times bigger than it had before and I was lost in a flood of tears.
"You OK, baby? I didn't hurt…" he said, trying to catch his breath and sounding concerned. I nodded, unable to speak.
No, Matt...no, you didn't hurt me. It's just been...so long," I said, trying to stop crying long enough to speak clearly. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. "I know, baby...I know," he whispered.
We pulled the comforter and sheets down on the bed, then crawled in between them, cuddled up together. Matthew's arms felt strong and warm around me. I lightly stroked his chest hair as he cradled me in the crook of his arm. Whatever energy we had managed to reserve throughout the day was now effectively gone. The tiredness we both felt now was something neither of us could fight, even if we wanted to.
"Did you ever think we'd make it this far, Matt?" I asked, sleepily.
"This far?" he asked.
"You know...married with a baby. The odds were stacked against us for a long time," I said.
"Yeah, they were...but I think I knew all along that we'd be together eventually. It's that thought that kept me going for all those years we were apart," he said, kissing the top of my head.
"I never want to be apart from you again, Matt...for any reason," I said. A few soft tears escaped my eyes as I placed a few soft kisses on his chest.
"Hey...hey, no tears, baby. You and I will always be together. Nothing and no one will ever keep us apart again. Besides, I love you a million times more than I ever did before. You and Finn are mine, now and forever," he said, pulling my face up to his for a deep, wet kiss. I squeezed him tightly as I settled back down into his arms, comforted by the warmth and scent of his skin.
"I love you, Matthew...so much," I said. I could feel sleep quickly invading my body.
"I love you too, Maddy...now, let's get a few hours sleep before Finn wakes up again." I snuggled down close as Matt's arm held me tight against him. Before long, we were both fell into a contented sleep, confident in our love for each other and our baby son.