As the weeks advanced, Sam decided to make some improvements in the nursery, especially in terms of decoration. They had chosen one of the guestrooms that was spacious and bright, with soft natural light streaming in through a large window. The walls were already painted in a light shade of blue, creating a calming and soothing atmosphere. Sam now decided to add a plush blue rug that covered the hardwood floors, providing a soft and comfortable surface for Jake when he decided to crawl.
Against one wall, Sam had moved his sturdy white crib with a cozy blue and white striped bedding set. The crib had a mobile hanging above it, featuring cute little airplanes and helicopters that gently sway with the breeze. Jack had insisted. He was an Air Force baby after all. A matching white changing table with shelves and drawers was placed next to the crib, stocked with diapers, wipes, and other baby essentials.
On the opposite wall, there was a spacious white dresser with plenty of drawers for storing clothes, blankets, and toys. Above the dresser, Sam put a colorful framed print of a playful zoo scene, featuring various animals like lions, elephants, and monkeys.
A comfortable blue armchair with a matching ottoman was placed in one corner of the room, creating a cozy spot for nursing or snuggling with the baby. Next to the armchair, there was a white side table with a lamp and a stack of favorite bedtime stories, most of them sent by Daniel.
The room was decorated with a variety of charming accents and accessories. A blue and white striped curtain hung over the window, and a whimsical blue and white bunting banner added a playful touch to the walls. Stuffed animals like a cuddly teddy bear and a fluffy blue elephant sat on a shelf, waiting to be snuggled by Jake.
Jack had returned to work and Sam was now more or less used to having Jake by herself. Or at least that was what she kept telling herself until Jack got home.
They were also taking things slowly in terms of sex. Sam still felt fatigued, stressed, overwhelmed and actually had a low libido after giving birth. She had an honest, non-confrontational dialogue with Jack about it. And he accepted it, giving her total support. He was the one suggesting that they could do somethings to increase their time together.
So they had started taking a walk around their neighborhood when she wasn't too tired and Jake was asleep. Just holding hands and kissing. He gave her now more massages than she had ever received in her lifetime. They also tried to find some alone time. It had been difficult at first, especially for Sam to be without Jake but Jack remind her the importance of trying to spend time together without Jake. So they started doing that, either first thing in the morning, or after Jake went to bed. And sometimes they did just a little more than talking, with simple caresses or lingering kisses. They also cuddled a lot in the couch and lately that led on to amazing make out sessions. Sam was the first to admit that those were all fantastic ways to recapture that romantic, pre-baby spirit.
Which eventually led to Jack asking Dr. Weaver when Sam had the first postpartum appointment, if they had clearance to have sex. In physical terms, she had said yes. Sam's body was ready and all postpartum bleeding had stopped. So it was a matter of her feeling ready for it or not.
And lately Sam was feeling quite ready for having sex again with her husband. More than once she had been checking him out when he was doing something with his back to hers. She had also started pumping milk to build up the milk supply and relieve engorgement. So she pumped in between nursing sessions when she was with Jake. That way Jack could also feed him and bond with Jake even more.
So one night when Jack arrived earlier than usual, Sam decided it was more than time to get him in the sack. Like always she breastfed Jake, changed him and put him to sleep and them took a long shower, where she washed her hair and shaved her legs. Jack was sitting on the living room watching some sports and drinking his beer. She had decided to keep her tank top hoping it would relieve some of the heaviness she felt on her breasts. Then she just put her shorts and went downstairs.
He was looking at the game when he felt her entering the living room. And he almost spilled all the beer he had in his mouth when he saw what she was wearing.
"Holly fuck!", he gasped, wiping his mouth and putting the bottle on the coffee table.
Sam just smiled and grabbed the remote, shutting the TV.
He was just wearing his boxers and a t-shirt and Sam could see that her entrance had already created a reaction in his underwear. He was tenting.
Silently, she moved to straddle him and he didn't fight her, just followed her eyes with his.
"Honey", he said swallowing hard.
He felt her hands in his hair as she pulled his face closer to hers. She started to kiss him on the mouth, very slowly, sweeping her tongue in his mouth. He kissed her back, his fingers tightening on her waist.
"Are you sure, Sam? I won't be able…", he managed to say when her lips moved to his neck.
"Pretty sure, Jack. I want you", she said caressing his hair and them moving her hand to his chest.
His hand suddenly dragged hers along, moving it flat over the expanse of his chest, downwards, guiding it down over his stomach and belly. Still kissing her, he dipped both their hands in his boxers, moving her palm over the hard length of his hard erection.
"Oh, General! You are so ready", she gasped as she felt him hard and hot in her hand.
His fingers moved over hers, guiding her to wrap her hand on him and she obeyed, feeling the smooth, velvety texture of him. He was rock hard and her eyes fell closed as her hand moved along his hard on. He kept his hand over hers, felling her stroke him, the other at the back of her head, in her hair, supporting her head as it fell backwards.
"Come on, honey", he urged her.
He removed his hand from inside his boxers, allowing her to remove her own. She didn't. Her eyes opened and she looked at him as she kept stroking him, slow and hard.
"I do want you so much…", he said, his head falling to her chest.
"You won't hurt me…", she whispered softly.
The hand on his erection stilled, the one behind his neck holding him tighter against her chest. "I'll go slow", he groaned against her, his lips suddenly wet and hot on her neck, his hands supporting her back as he stretched her across the couch, him on top of her, forcing her hand out of his boxers.
His lips were everywhere on her neck and across her shoulders, kissing her over and over.
"Ok", Sam said panting.
He closed his mouth over hers again, the tip of his tongue wet and sweet as it brushed her lips, asking for more of her mouth. Her lips parted and he went deeper, running his tongue over her teeth.
"Off…" She breathed with a hand in his boxers. He lowered his boxers over his hips and them managed to take them off. His hands moved to the tank top but she grabbed his wrist.
"Leave it on!" she said.
"Right", Jack said moving his hands to her shorts. She helped him take them off. She had no underwear and he groaned, kissing her powerfully. She felt his tongue slip in her mouth and she parted her teeth more for him.
"I need you so desperately…", he kissed her chest above each breast as his hand moved on the side of her body, down to her waist.
"Are you sure?" he asked again his eyes sparkling, but holding still at her.
"Very sure…", she confirmed.
His head dropped on her belly, his face buried in her skin, kissing it. He was lost as he felt her hands thread through his hair, scraping his scalp, massaging. He kissed the line where her thigh met torso and his hands moved her legs apart. He kissed her folds and dipped his tongue to run over her.
His fingers parted her folds, pulling up to reveal her clit to him and he ran the flat of his tongue over it. She bucked against his face, a small cry escaping her lips.
"Holy fuck…", she moaned.
His tongue moved through her folds again, pushing against her opening. She whimpered again, trembling. He was warm and wet as he licked her, his breath coming in short and fast against her heated flesh.
She moaned again when he sucked the small bud in his mouth.
"Jack…", she breathed and he looked up at her. "I want you… Please, no foreplay… Right now I need you inside me".
He moved up her body and stretched himself over her, brushing strands of hair off her forehead before he kissed it.
"Love you so much…", he whispered.
She parted her legs to cradle his body between them, feeling his hard on trapped between their bodies. Her face was in his shoulder, kissing along his collarbone, up his neck. She wrapped her legs around him as high as she could, moving so the tip of his erection was resting against her opening.
"Honey, look at me…", he asked.
His hand framed her cheek when she pulled back from his neck to look at him. He held her eyes and smiled sweetly, his hand holding her face gently. He thrust forward and felt the tip of his penis breach past her opening. Her lips parted in a silent gasp, her head arching backwards a little, but she held his eyes. Her legs tightened around him, her heals pressing in his ass, trying to get him to move deeper inside her. He kept his eyes to hers as he sunk himself fully inside her. One slow thrust and he was again inside his wife.
Her eyes closed at the feel and his head dropped to her shoulder. She thrusted her pelvis up at him and felt him shudder.
"God….", she whispered against his lips but whimpered herself as he twisted his hips slowly inside her. "We can't be loud…", she said.
"Only if you'll be…", he said as he moved out and slowly in. "You know very well that I'm never loud."
His breathing was labored from restrained passion, but he was grinning at her.
"Don't go there…", she warned. "Jake is asleep and I wanted him that way".
He pulled out more and slammed his penis inside her hard. She muffled her scream in his shoulder at the last second, her hands gripping his arms.
"Oh yes…", she moaned.
"I'm going to make you scream", he whispered to her.
She quickly shook her head.
"Don't you dare, Jack…", she warned him again when he started rocking inside her steadily. She knew he could make her scream. She had no doubt about it.
"Shhh…".
He held her head as she buried her face in his shoulder. More screams rose in her chest with each thrusting of his penis inside her. She kept quiet, biting her lips, closing her mouth on his shoulder, his neck, each time her body welcoming his powerful moves. She kept chocking on her screams and moans. She had missed him so much.
His lower lip was trapped between his teeth to keep against his own grunting or groaning. Sam began meeting his thrusts, her hands gripping at his body over and over, her legs tightening around him.
"I need you so much…", she moaned.
Her head fell back on couch, thrashing, gasping, trying to move against him more, harder. He obeyed her, thrusting faster, harder, her legs riding up his back, to tilt her pelvis up for his penis, to give him better access, more depth.
"God…", she gasped.
His eyes were watching her face, flushed, panting, her body shuddering under him, clinging and clutching to him, thrusting up to him.
Jack slowed down. He used every little thing he had, forcing his moves to slow, his hand gripping the back of her head to force her to look at him. He slowed down and he stopped. Sam eyes were wide and she began to writhe beneath him, push up to him, moan and whimper.
"Shhh…" He brushed his finger over her lips. "Quiet honey…"
He began moving inside her again, but kept going slow and deep, rocking against her steadily. His lips crushed hers, kissing her, slipping his tongue to tangle with hers. Nibbling on her lips.
"I told that we're going to do this slowly!", he whispered with determination.
She could feel tension build slowly inside her. He changed position slightly, pulling her legs higher around him, plunging inside her as deep as he could on every thrust, filling her completely. She arched under him, her hands holding his head.
"Jack…"
He kept fucking her slow, at his own pace and she gave up trying to urge him on. Her orgasm was building slowly. It was building more and more, her moans getting louder and she had to pull him up to her so she could muffle her sounds with is body. He held her tighter against him and his hips picked up the pace a little, moving faster inside her, a bit harder. Over and over. Her body began trembling from the tension, screaming softly in his neck and he held her tight and secure. Her own hands were around him, holding him to her.
He was pumping inside her steadily when he felt her body shudder, then jerk as she was nearing her release. But she wasn't letting go. He didn't rush. He kept her on the edge, so close. She was twitching and screaming in his shoulder with every move he made inside her.
"Jack…", she moaned deeply. She was so close, right there. She felt his arms crush her to him, both of them under her, holding her pressed to him, his penis still moving at the same speed, slamming into her.
"I'm here, honey", he whispered. "I have you…".
She sobbed and she lost herself, his penis impaling her and her orgasm exploding inside her belly and rushing up, down, everywhere, her body shacking and bucking against him, convulsing powerfully in his tight embrace. He held her as she screamed loudly in his neck, the sound muffled by his body. She kept on twitching as he was moving inside her long and slow, drawing it out for her, waiting for her. Her neck arched, her head going back on the couch. Her lips were parted and her hands digging her nails in the nape of his neck.
Random waves of her release were still coursing through her, he could feel it around his penis, still strong, still going as he kept moving. He covered her mouth with his hand just a slip second before she cried his name, her eyes screwed shut. He felt the cry muffled by the palm of his hand.
"Jack…", she whispered again against his palm, her body finally beginning to relax. He kept his hand over her mouth, afraid to remove it and his hips slowed down their pounding into her. "Jack." She said again, pressing her lips to his hand and kissing his palm. He released his hold on her and freed her lips.
"I thought you didn't scream…". His own voice was strangled and hoarse as he spoke. He needed to come.
"What if you didn't get to muffle me?" She actually looked worried.
His lips brushed over hers softly, his body trembling slightly from its own built up tension.
"I told you I had you. Always will."
She rubbed her feet across his ass, pressing him to her while her lips closed on his, to muffle his own groan, to swallow the sounds she tore from him. She moved her pelvis against him, urging him to keep going for his release as her lips kept muffling him. She loved feeling the vibrations from his sounds with her mouth, to have him groan and grunt in her mouth. His hips started rocking against her again, slowly at first, then building up. Her legs parted again, giving him more room, more access.
Her lips kissed his chin softly first, then wetly, moving with short kissed along his jaw line to his ear. He kept sliding in and out of her, her body still shuddering now and then from a random post orgasmic wave he brought out in her. She felt complete, feeling him seek his own release in her body. She wanted him to come.
Her tongue flicked over his earlobe, before she sucked on it softly. He grunted in her neck and his moves speed up. He needed to come, badly. Tension was building in him fast, desire raging and he was thrusting against her in desperation. All she did was help him along. Her legs and arms cradling him above her, her lips on his neck arousing him, stimulating him. He needed release. Her, he needed her. His moves against her intensified. Deeper, harder, more.
He was going to come.
"Sam…", he groaned in her neck.
Her hands framed his face and she held his gaze as he began to give in to his orgasm. He moved back to hard and steady, his body supported on his hands above her. His eyes closed and he was coming inside her body, hot and hard. Slowly, taking her time, her hand moved over his mouth, just a split second before his scream broke free from his chest, to be muffled by her small hand.
Random shudders still surged through him and he rested his head on her shoulder, his breathing coming fast against her neck.
"I missed you so much", he said.
"Me too", she said, caressing his hair.
Slowly he got off from her and sat on the couch.
"Why didn't you tell me you're ready for this?", he asked passing a hand through his damp hair.
Sam also sat on the couch, composing her tank top that had somehow moved a little higher.
"I thought it would be a nice surprise. Lately our life is just a routine of feeding, diapers and lack of sleep…", she said kissing his shoulder.
"Oh it was an excellent surprise!", he admitted with a big smile.
She got up.
"I'm glad you liked it, General", she said picking her shorts.
Jack put both hands behind his head.
"Very much", he confirmed.
"I'm going to see your son", she said.
Jack raised an eyebrow.
"My son? Last time I check he's also your son", he said putting his boxers on.
"You screamed as much as I did. So for someone who said he was never loud…", she said with a smile.
"I'm not loud", he insisted. "It's just…This time…It has been a long time since we've been together", he said with an embarrassed expression.
She kissed his forehead.
"Sure honey", she said.
"I'm not loud", he repeated as she left the living room.