That…. should do it", he says, lightly gasping for air. He stands up from his squatted position, and takes a step back to admire his crafted work. He places a hand on each hip after removing some sweat from his forehead and brow with the back of his hand.
"What do you think?", he carefully asks after catching his breath, putting an end to the rising awkward silence. He then directs himself to his left, where his son is. His son has been awfully quiet since he started to help.
He has his arms folded in front of his chest, head lightly cocked to the side. Seth licks his lips, "Looks good".
"Yes?"
"Yeah"
"Boys," a few, small taps on the doorframe are heard, "Dinner's ready". Straight away, the wooden furniture in front of the two men catches her attention. She steps inside the room and approaches the crib, passing the two.
"Wow. This looks amazing"
Ron beams proudly, "Thank you". His wife leans in and the two share a kiss.
"I'll see you two at the dinner table", Seth suddenly says as his parents continue their kiss, causing him to lightly roll his eyes. He quickly backs out, exiting the room, and hurries himself to the kitchen.
You're standing behind the kitchen counter, filling three wine glasses with white wine when you suddenly feel two arms wrap around your waist from behind you. A quick peck is placed against your cheek. He nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply to take in your scent.
"Hmm, you smell good", he mumbles against your skin.
You turn your head to him, and smirk, "I can't say the same of you. What have you been doing?".
"Setting the crib up", he says short and bluntly before attacking your neck with his lips.
"Ah", a small moan escapes your lips, "I take it it went well?"
"Hmmm"
"Ron did most of the work, didn't he?", you ask with a faint smile appearing at the corners of your lips.
"Yes", another short reply, this time with a hint of annoyance lingering in his tone of voice, and you decide to let it go. It must be still bothering him.
"You should do this more often. You smell…", you lean in to take a sniff, "manly."
"Oh, and you like manly?"
"I love manly"
He chuckles against your flesh. He then abruptly takes a step back, twirls you around and places his hands onto your hips. Seth leans in and brushes his lips against yours. His tongue darts against your mouth, you allow him entrance, and his tongue immediately slips inside. You wrap your hands around his neck, drawing him in closer. Before his tongue touches yours, you pull back and look him in the eyes.
"Is there something wrong?", he frowns.
"No, definitely not. There's nothing wrong. It's all right if you can't put a crib together", you see him flinch a little, and you place your forehead against his, he closes his eyes at the touch, "Just as long as you'll catch the spiders for me and release them outside, I'm happy." He laughs, "So, does this mean I'm released from my duties as a father?"
"Oh, yes. You'll just have to sit yourself down on that comfortable couch and watch as I raise our child all by myself"
He opens his eyes to see you pursing your lips at him. A mischievous smirk tugs at his lips. He sees this as an invitation and gives you a kiss. He then takes two of the wine glasses in one hand and places the other one on your stomach, lightly caressing the baby bump. He lowers himself, squats down and places a kiss there as well. Suddenly, Seth gazes up at you, eyes twinkling enthusiastically as a smirk appears on his face, growing wider with each passing second.
"What?", you ask him, his smirk having an infectious effect on you.
"I felt it kick just now" You giggle at his boyish charm, running your hand through his hair, moments before he gets back on his feet, places another light kiss on your lips and heads over to the table to finish setting it. You follow him as you hear the wooden steps of the stair crack. Within seconds, both Ron and his wife appear.
"Oh, good, you're here. For a moment there, I was worried we had to rebuild the crib", Seth says, smirking slyly, and his father joins him with a hearty laugh.
After dinner, Seth's parents stayed for a cup of coffee before heading off. You're now laying down on the couch, alone, while your wonderful husband is taking care of the dirty dishes. You're lazily flipping through the channels when Seth approaches you. You look up, shift and make room for him, allowing him to sit behind you. You sit between his legs, your back against his chest. He wraps his big, muscular arms around you, embracing you. You feel his warmth heating your back up, and his delicious, manly scent reaches your nostrils. When you're not looking, he sneakily steals the remote from you. You look at him when you notice it, eyebrows heavily frowned, yet he smirks oh so sweetly, and immediately, you give up and burst out in laughter. He gives you a kiss, "Anything good?".
"Oh, yes", you reply, giving him a glance over from head to waist and back. He chuckles, and points to the television, "I meant the TV".
"I know," you gaze into his eyes with a smile before leaning in to give him a peck, "Sometimes it's just good to show appreciation for the things you have and the people you care about".
"Ah, is that so?", he asks curiously, rubbing his nose lightly against yours.
"Yes"
He lovingly taps your nose with his index finger, "Not sure if I'm all that good, though"
"No, you're not. You're better", you say this with utmost sincerity. You watch him, observing how his cheeks fluster, brown eyes directing themselves away from you. That cute, shy bastard. You stretch out, placing a hand against the back of his neck. You then press your lips against his jawline, "But no, there's currently nothing good on. Unless you're up for Toddlers&Tiara's?"
You can feel Seth chuckle against your body, his body uncontrollably shaking, "Oh, God, no. Promise me you'll never press your own dreams onto our daughter, if we have a daughter, that is"
"You have my word - if," you take ahold of his hand, entwining your fingers with his, "you promise to never influence our boy with sports"
Seth immediately bursts out laughing, eyes crinkling. "Yes, because I'm such an athlete myself", he giggles, struggling to compose himself. You roll your eyes at him, muttering underneath your breath that he should take you seriously. He somehow picks up on your annoyance, so he tightens his grip on your hand. He tries to cool you down by smiling affectionately.
Another roll, "Fine. No geeky, nerdy stuff, though. Boy or girl. No Star Wars, no Star Trek."
"Aw, honey," he playfully whines, "you're twisting my arm here." He nudges you gently in the side, accompanied with his lips securely pressed against your cheek.
"Come on~", he whispers seductively into your ear, his voice purring, soft and thick like honey, and a tone lower as well. After a couple years of being together, he knows how to play you. But, you're not giving in just yet.
"Or else no pink attires, boy or girl", he suddenly says with a strict face.
"Not even a pacifier?"
"Especially not a pacifier", he shakes his head, and your expression immediately drops, a small pout starts to appear. A ghost of a smile is present on his face, knowing he just won the battle.
"Ugh. Fine, you win", you cave in, causing him to smirk victoriously.
Abruptly, he gets on his feet. You nearly fall against the armrest of the couch. His absence is immediately noticed - his warmth, his scent, both gone. You look up, watch how he makes his way to the other side of the comfortable seating.
"Scared of me, are we?", you say in a tongue-in-cheek kind of way.
"Oh, very," he playfully retorts while he sits down beside you. You raise an eyebrow. What is he planning? You see how he places his hands on your feet. He, quite professionally, massages one foot as the other hand creeps further up your body. You watch his digits as though you're a hawk, with utmost curiosity yet extreme suspicion, you see them lazily passing your knee and upper thigh. For a moment, it stops there, and Seth shifts in the couch. He leans in as his thumb draws slow, caring circles through the fabric of your legging, on the inside of your thigh, near your sex. Your muscles clench at the attentive, tedious movement. It then goes further upwards, passing your hip and ending on your bump, your baby bump. He sits himself down on both knees between your legs. He wraps one arm around your right leg, and pulls you in closer.
"Did you know that music sooths the mind? It especially works to cool someone down, to lull someone to sleep, as the mind relaxes and enters a calm, stress-free state, hence the term lullaby."
"That's... fascinating..?," you hesitantly say, unsure what to think of it, you try to comprehend where this is going, "you're going to lull me to sleep now? I'm not even tired, in fact, I was just.."
Your voice trials off as you catch the brief smug expression on his face. He must be quite fond of himself right now, because he knows exactly what effect his caressing has on you.
"Go on. You were just…?", he innocently says with a mischievous grin plastered upon his face, hoping for you to finish your sentence, to just hear the words leaving your lips.
"Going to pick up a book and read a little"
He frowns his brow a little, piercing you with his brown pools as though he's admiring your tenacity, the grin still present. You've played this well, you remark to yourself and give yourself a mental pat on the shoulder.
"Well", Seth continues, "I was wondering if we could perhaps try this? Might save us a lot of trouble when he or she needs to go to bed.."
"If you think it works, babe, go right ahead"
The first second you agreed upon this, the following second you immediately regret it. Before you can comprehend it, you're being dragged along the sofa towards him. He places both of your legs around his waist, and sits back himself, his feet nearly touching his bum. Instinctively, you place both of your hands on top of your stomach, trying to protect it. His eyes twinkle with wickedness, lips curling naughtily upwards. His hands cover yours as he leans in, resting the side of his head against your swollen belly.
He starts off low, barely a whisper, yet increases his volume with the passing of time, "When you get all set to go into your big love scene. The night must be right, the mood must be slow. The wine must be high and the lights must be low. I recommend some music in the background. For when you're fumbling for the right words to say. You'll find that music will go a long way"
You look at him, stunned, "You're seriously doing this? You're singing a sex song to our unborn child? When he or she is a teenager, and finds out that its favourite song dear old dad sings is a sex song, what then? We'll end up traumatizing it"
Seth lets out a chuckle and lifts his head, placing his index finger against your lips, hushing you, "Music is better than words. You'll break the spell when you start to speak. That technique is all wrong. Just forget about words and sing her a song".
As non-amused as you are, you decide to have a little fun of your own, your increased hormones are still surging through your body. Within a heartbeat, as Seth continues singing, your tongue laps around his digit and with one single movement, you take it in your mouth and suck on it. Hard. As hard as you can. This immediately catches his attention, he looks up at you, stuttering and stumbling all over the lyrics.
"Seeing as you set the mood", you say, releasing the prisoner from its jail. Your tongue then trails the whole length of his finger as your own fingers work fast on his pants. Quickly, his belt is undone, along with the button of his jeans, and the zipper.
"Someone's a little thirsty", he growls with need.
You lick your lips, and slowly check out him and his goods out, "Very thirsty".
He crushes his lips against yours, his body leaves the sofa. Seth then wraps a hand around your back and the other one around your legs. He steadies himself and picks you up. When he stands, his jeans immediately fall down, pooling around his ankles. He steps out of them, and carries you towards the stairs. You place your arms around his neck, holding tightly onto him while he deepens the kiss, his tongue probing, licking, teasing your swollen lips for entrance. You eagerly and hungrily grant him access, your muscle quickly awakens, and starts to duel fiercely with his.
His leg slams the bedroom door shut with a loud thud and he carefully lays you down onto the kingsized bed, your lips never leaving each other. His horny hands work efficiently on your black legging, pulling it down in one swift action while your hands claw furiously away at the button up, releasing him from the thin piece of clothing.
Seth practically throws himself on the bed, and pulls you on top of him, a hand of his itching up underneath your maternity-dress, leisurely caressing your thigh.
You pull away from him to take in some air, "You want me on top?".
"I've teased you enough today, I thought it'd be nice to give something back", he says as he flicks his index finger against your swollen clitoris, rewarding him with the smallest of primal, needy groans. They increase, both in length as in volume, when he starts to rub it in circular motions.
You lick your lips, attempting to suppress the moans, "Oh, how very kind of you". You place your hands at the hem of your dress, pulling it upwards to take it off. It disappears somewhere in the room, along with his shirt. You can feel his stiffening arousal growing, as it presses harder and harder through his boxer against your thigh. As one of his hands continue their movements, the other hand reaches up for the clasp of your bra. With great expertise, the bra is quickly undone. It soon follows the rest of the clothing, setting your breasts free. Seth inserts a single finger inside of you, and you can feel your inner walls tightening around it. You're close, you can feel it. And you're so goddamn wet already.
"Come for me, love"