Seamus slipped the belt from his trousers, hanging it on the hook behind the door. He began to unbutton his shirt, but Thomas' sigh of contentment drew his attention to his wife. Susan had just settled the red and yellow blanket over him and he snorted, rolling over onto his stomach. She reclined back in the rocker, her breast still exposed from this late night feeding.
At six months, he was already a handful: crawling, scooting, climbing up on anything that would support his weight and some things that wouldn't. Poor Susan wasn't used to such an exhausting child.
He dropped his shirt on their bed and as he kneeled in front of her, he heard the soft sound of both Susan's and Thomas' snores. She stirred slightly when he ran a finger from her neck to her full round breast. He licked her hard nipple, still dripping with milk, and swallowed the tiny bit, savoring what his son took for granted.
He couldn't believe how turned on he was becoming. The more he suckled, the more milk flowed. It was so different; warm and sweet and –.
His hands slid up her nightshirt, caressing her thighs, then hips, kneading. She startled when he squeezed a bit too hard, and he realized she'd been pretending to sleep those last few moments. He tugged her knickers out of the way and her hands pushed him away. "What do you think you're doing, Seamus Finnigan?" She tried to keep the smile out of her voice.
Her push took his mouth away from her breast with an audible pop. "Quality control," he said with a wink, half standing to climb onto her lap, lunging for her neck. She let out a shriek of surprise as he lifted her clothes over her head, kissing her neck and cheek. "Only the best for me son," he continued teasing.
They both moaned in unison when his mouth enveloped her breast once more, but then another sound was emerging. This sound was insistent and at least an octave higher than Seamus' moan, the cry gaining volume with intensity and Seamus' head dropped to Susan's chest, knowing that they would have to continue this later.
"Jealous?" Seamus asked as he lifted Thomas up, putting a delicate kiss to his soft forehead. He turned to see Susan covering up with the large shawl and laid the baby in her arms. Seamus took off his trousers and hung them beside his belt and then climbed into bed waiting, for his son to finish his midnight snack, so he could have his wife back.