"Don't Wake the Baby"
By the time Elle got baby Noah to sleep, it was 2 am. First he wanted to be fed. Then he needed to be changed. Then he wanted to play, but by then Elle was sick and tired of bouncing him and cooing at him. She wanted to sleep, but her son had other ideas. Every time she tried to leave the room, he would start to wail. One of Elle's books suggested leaving the baby to cry himself to sleep, but Elle just wondered what kind of parent could do that. So she cuddled him and burped him and sang off-key lullabies until he dropped off to sleep. Elle closed the nursery door softly and tried to do the same.
Then Gabriel came home. It was bad enough that Elle expected him home seven hours ago. It was bad enough that she had to put the baby to bed all by herself, but when Gabriel burst through the door (loudly), there was only one thing on his mind: sex. And frankly, Elle would be damned if she gave it to him.
Gabriel wrapped his arms around Elle's body, nuzzling her neck. Elle just pulled away. "I'm tired," she hissed. She wanted to yell, but if Noah woke up he would never get to sleep again.
Gabriel made a face that, on a lesser man, could be described as 'pouting.' "But we haven't had sex in a week," he protested, taking Elle's hand and pulling her toward the bedroom. "I missed you."
Elle started to say "Well, if you missed me so much, then maybe you should have come home seven hours ago," but Gabriel's hands were sliding up her shirt, brushing over the stomach that was still a little rounded from popping out a baby two months ago. Elle hated her body (she thought she was fat) but Gabriel couldn't get enough of her. He said it was because of Noah--that he knew she carried his child and really, what could be a bigger turn on then that?
Gabriel pulled Elle's shirt off and tossed it into the corner. He cupped her breasts, marveling at the new weight of them in his hands. Elle bit her lip to keep from crying out as Gabriel kissed her neck, her chest, her stomach and lower. Gabriel pressed her down onto the couch and buried his face between her legs. Elle's breath was coming in short, fast, pants as Gabriel's teeth and tongue brought her to the edge. Gabriel smiled--he could feel her tightening around his mouth and he knew she would come soon. Elle wanted to scream; she wanted to cry out Gabriel's name, but at the last second she remembered their child and she settled for pulling Gabriel's hair, urging him on (faster, quicker, more). Then it was all over and Elle fell limp against the couch.
Gabriel kissed her with a question in his eyes, and Elle sat up, grinning, to undo his pants. "Just one thing," she said as she pulled his cock out and pumped it a couple times. "Don't you dare wake the fucking baby."