Title: Almost
Genre: Parental Romance
Rating: M (lemon)
Pairing: Bella/Jared
Words: 507
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
AN: I was just thinking to myself that I have never written parental sex, so based on the picture that's what I came up with. What can I say? The man looked frustrated, and I have four kids…
To see the picture prompt, go to Tricky Raven, my twitter, or take out the spaces here: t . co / 6XgcS6oh1C
~oOo~oOo~oOo~oOo~oOo~oOo~
Almost
They moved together quietly, with soft kisses and the brush of skin on skin. Her smile brightened as he hovered over her, holding his weight off her body. She was still so beautiful to him.
He paused his movements to dip his head down, gliding his nose against her neck to get a hit of her delicious scent. His wolf let out a growl of pleasure that was immediately answered by an increase in her arousal.
Another voice answered as well. Down the hall, with two doors closed between them, her mother couldn't hear the questioning voice. It was just as well—she knew her daddy was the one who always came to find her. "Da?"
He tried his best to block the tiny voice, to suppress his supernatural hearing for just a few more minutes. This was the first time he'd been with his wife in almost a month, and he was teetering on the brink of insanity. He needed this.
Bella squealed when he rolled them, lifting her up to ride him as he tried to bury his ears in the pillows against the headboard. His eyes traced her form, even as she ducked her head shyly. It didn't matter how many time he told her how beautiful she was, it was still difficult for her accept the changes to her body.
His hands moved up to cup her breasts—gently, so he wouldn't get an accidental milk shower, no matter how much he enjoyed that—and she rolled her hips in answer to the stimulation. Her soft little hands rested on his chest as she grinded her hips down, chasing that orgasm that was just out of reach.
"Da!"
He groaned quietly, in a combination of pleasure and frustration. That cry was louder, and he knew his mate would probably hear the next one for sure. He rolled them again to try to muffle her hearing this time, increasing the speed of his thrusts in an effort to bring them both to release.
"Da!"
Bella's eyes popped open as her forehead wrinkled in concern. "Jared? Did you hear that?"
Damn imprint wouldn't let him lie his way out. She was scrambling for the baby monitor on the nightstand—something that she normally only used when he had to patrol nights. They didn't need it if he was home.
His groan was a bit hopeless as the sound of anxious crying filtered through in stereo, from the monitor and the live version his sensitive ears picked up down the hall. Bella scrambled off the bed and grabbed her robe, throwing it on as she hurried out the door.
"I'm coming baby girl! Mommy's here." Harper's tears ceased as soon as she laid eyes on her mother, and Bella cooed as she rocked her 9-month-old daughter.
Jared crawled to the end of the bed and flopped over, dropping his head down in defeat. The sounds of his wife and daughter were soothing in their own way, but he really needed a night alone with his mate.