All characters belong to Janet except Olive and all her pets. Sorry in advance if there are more typos than usual. Warnings for a little sexy Seven time.
It's late, hours after Olivia's bedtime, but my arriving home finally marks the end to a day I didn't want to spend away from my baby and my wife. Meetings in person and over the phone, followed by client calls or system checks, sucked up enough of my time before an evening break-in that lasted into the night because the intruders remained on-sight, only extended an already long day.
Maybe I'm getting too old for this shit or could be this pandemic has just given me a different kind of tunnel vision, where personally seeing to my family's health and happiness is the only job I can fully enjoy now. It's also possible that I'm just suffering withdrawals from Stephanie's scent and lips and my daughter's hiccuppy-laugh. Knowing how much Stephanie is silently suffering due to Helen's recent appearance, although telling me she's fine before inquiring how we can secretly obtain the house my mother-in-law is living in, had my protective instincts working overtime. It's been difficult for me not being able to just take out the threat like I'm trained to do.
I unlocked the front door and walked into the apartment, and straight into Mo and Gunny's greetings, making as little noise as possible as to not disturb my ladies. I needn't have worried. As soon as I made it past our too-friendly guard dogs, I saw that Steph was framed in the archway at the end of the hall with Mado stretched lazily out in her arms. Our cat is usually nothing more than a furniture-sticker, but every so often she decides she can tolerate people long enough to get herself held and her head and chin scratched to her satisfaction.
"What are you doing up?" I asked my wife, reaching out for her as soon as she put Mado down between Mo and Gunny.
"Waiting for you," she said just as quietly.
Olivia will sleep through the night, but not if she senses something fun is going on without her. She's like her Mama in not wanting to sit anything out.
"I missed you," she admitted once I let her lips go and ended our kiss. "I'm not sure I'm excited about the world returning to 'normal' if it means we can't see each other every day."
"I was just thinking something similar. It's possible I'm addicted to you, Babe."
She smiled and her hands went to the buckle of my utility belt. "That sounds promising … like you might need a fix right about now."
"I do."
She grinned. "It doesn't seem that long ago you said that under different circumstances."
"And I have never once regretted marrying you, only the time it took me to do it."
"It took me to agree to it, you mean. I regret that I was the holdout. Lucky for you, I'm in the mood to make up for being so dumb. I really did miss you today."
Her fingers had gone to the quick release on my tactical belt and her undoing it and then slinging it over her shoulder is one of the sexiest things I've ever seen. That was my thought up until she curled the tips of fingers into the front of my waistband and started tugging me towards our room. Knowing me well, she paused in front of Olivia's door so I could see for myself that she's safe and sound asleep.
As Sandburg would say, I walked to her 'big girl' bed on little cat feet and bent to give her a belated 'Goodnight' kiss, silently apologizing to both her and Julie for having to miss any minute of their lives.
I tried not to dwell on what I've lost versus what I now have, because for the first time today I'm free to be at my wife's mercy. Or so I thought the demands on my time had ended. When I walked back into the hall, our dogs either wanted treats from - or some playtime with - me after I've been MIA all day.
"Sorry, boys, he's all mine for the night. Guard Olive," she told our mutts, giving them each a dog bone before closing our bedroom door to prevent any witnesses to what we were about to do. "Crap. I'm sorry, you've been running non-stop since six, do you need something to eat? I can make a sandwich or …?"
"I'm fine, Steph. What I want right now isn't food … it's you."
Instead of immediately jumping me like she'd hinted at earlier, she wrapped me in a hug … and just held me tight. Stephanie isn't a hugger, so when she holds on … it means something more powerful than any platitude.
"I'm serious, you need to become a better delegator," she said into my chest. "Olive wanted to wait until you got back to do pretty much everything … making squashed-fruit popsicles, taking the boys for a walk though Cal was a patient substitute, bath time, and she wanted you to help her work the pages in the busy book Ella made for her."
"I ..." I began, but she interrupted my apology.
"Before you go to the dark side, I'm not saying that to make you feel bad, but so you'll know just how much your baby loves you. I swear her wish would be to spend all of her time with you. I know you're feeling guilty, but you shouldn't. You are officially cemented as the first man our daughter has loved. Even if 'the wind' has to blow you out of town, that little girl will turn into a one-baby parade when you get back."
"I love you, Steph."
"I know. Wanna prove it? Hard to believe, but I'm currently not hungry for food either."
That's all I needed to hear to do some jumping of my own, except I didn't jump Stephanie … I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to me. As my mouth covered hers, my hands went to the back of her thighs so I could lift her up and against me. Her legs opened to curl around my hips and I cursed work again ... that it got in the way of this kind of meeting earlier today. Since the pandemic started, 'nap time' has earned an entirely different definition to Steph and I than the rest of the parent-population.
Her fingers shot through my hair, gripping a few strands so she could keep my mouth on hers … not that I have any intention of letting her or her lips go. I changed my mind about that when she decided to multitask, kissing me while moving her hands between our bodies to the top of my cargo pants. She unbuttoned them and I was suddenly as ready to be naked as she wanted me to be. I reached behind my neck and wound my fingers into the collar of my Rangeman T-shirt, pulling it completely off once I was able to disengage my lips and the upper half of my body from my wife's grasp.
I stepped back before she could get my pants completely open. "You need to catch up before we go further."
After careful deliberation, she did unlock her ankles to release my hips and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I'm pretty sure I can make you feel good even being dressed."
I moved closer and stepped between her knees. "No doubt, but I want all of you," I told her, reaching for the hem of my shirt that had become her preferred sleep shirt.
I peeled it off her, grateful that she only wore a pair of panties underneath it. I'm still getting used to the hit of ridges along her abdomen. She refused to work out in order to save her life, but she puts in some gym-time everyday to ensure she'll always be prepared to save Olivia's. I've stayed about the same, give or take five pounds of muscle, but I've had the pleasure of learning and exploring my wife's body in its different stages ... from zero-exercise to pregnancy and post pregnancy into resigned gym rat. If I had to choose which of Stephanie's bodies I love the most, it's her naked one.
"Happy?" She teased.
"Immensely," I admitted … and then I was on her.
My bare chest pushed her back and down into the mattress. Her arms wound around my shoulders and one of her legs came up to bring my body into even closer contact to hers. Just to be fair, I ditched my boots, socks, and cargos before getting rid of her underwear. They slid down her legs with ease, and then I eased her thighs apart to make a place for me.
"Ranger," Steph breathed out, "I can see what you're thinking. Do Not take your time. I've wanted you for hours … I shouldn't have to wait any more."
I moved up her body, sliding her up with me so her head will be pillowed, pressing kisses to the inside of her knee, over her thighs, stomach, and breasts before I made it up to her lips. "You shouldn't have to wait, but I've done some missing of my own … and I want to savor this as much as you're going to enjoy it."
I smothered her protest with my mouth and kissed her like I've wanted to seconds after leaving her this morning. Not only does absence make the heart grow fonder, it gives your dick a hair trigger until it can be back where it wants to be … which is inside of Stephanie. Ten minutes ago, I would have said it'd be equally happy in her mouth or in her body, but my craving shifted and I wanted my mouth on her before we got to her needs.
"Ranger," she moaned this time, as my hands skimmed over her stomach to capture her breasts while my mouth remained even with where I want to slide home once I've coaxed at least one orgasm out of her first.
I ran my tongue along her and closed my lips around her clit, sucking strongly before letting her go to respond to her 'name-calling'.
"Would you like me to stop, Babe?"
I felt her breasts rise and fall in my hands as she tried to inhale enough oxygen to formulate a reply. Maybe I'll break my streak of three orgasms before our final joint one.
"Nooooo, I just want you to stop being evil. You're torturing me and you know it."
I resumed my 'tongue-lashing' for a few beats and waited for a break in the sounds I was licking out of her to subside before I answered.
"It may be torture, but it's the best kind," I reminded her.
It was the wrong move. I saw the determined glint in her eye one millimeter too late. She moved quick and got her hand wrapped around me, trying to distract me out of inflicting the sensual brand of my torture. I saw lights flash behind my eyelids as she started moving her hand up and down the length of me. This isn't how this is supposed to play out. I drew my body out of her reach and then went back to her with a purpose. My mouth watered, knowing what's awaiting me.
"You're using my plan against me," my wife complained a few seconds later, clutching any part of me she could get her fingers or feet on.
I lifted my head briefly from her, satisfied that she's enjoying my attention as much as I love giving it to her.
"And?" I asked.
And then my mouth returned to her.
"Annnnd," she gasped, "this time I think I love you for it."
Hearing that, I took pity on her and added my fingers to what my tongue was already doing so she'd let go a lot sooner.
"Oh God," she said a full two minutes after she exploded on my tongue, with her inner muscles clenching down hard on my fingers.
I kissed up her body, getting momentarily distracted by her still-hard nipples that I've yet to adequately appreciate, and then I was back face to face with her.
"Thank you," I told her. "This is going down in the books as one of my favorite Welcome Homes."
She was still catching her breath so I waited with anticipation for her answer.
"Why are you thanking me?" She asked. "You did all the work, I was just responding to the results of it."
I bent my head and kissed her. "What man wouldn't want to see, hear, and know that he has such a strong effect on his woman?"
I watched her blue eyes go from drowsy and satisfied to speculative. "You have a point. What woman wouldn't want to know she has the same power over her hubby? You think you can handle how much I love you?"
I gave her a wolf grin. "I wouldn't be worthy of that devotion if I didn't at least try."
Her smile was almost as rewarding as feeling her come undone underneath me. "That's the spirit. Buckle up, Batman ... it's going to be one hell of a ride."
I thought it impossible, but my dick hardened even more knowing that she meant exactly what she threatened.
She pushed on my shoulders indicating that she wanted me on my back. I accommodated her and tried to prepare myself for being driven out of my mind ... which is equal parts pleasure and pain because I hate being and feeling out of control, but I'm currently desperate to be.
She made a tight fist around the base of my dick and then covered as much as she could of the rest of it with her mouth, sucking and squeezing simultaneously until I was completely spent. Then she started all over again and only hit the brakes when I was hard enough to drive our night into morning.
We came together in all ways after I reversed our positions, and I was breathing as if I'd gone two rounds in the ring with Tank by the time I collapsed into Stephanie's waiting arms.
Sex with her isn't just a physical release, or the only way to shut my brain completely off, every fucking time I'm renewing the promise I'd made to her when we first got together … that I will always love, protect, and support her and she'll never regret loving me back. The look she gives me every morning when she wakes up, and the ones on her face when I gather her to me at night, have me feeling confident that I've been the husband she didn't know she needed.
She rolled towards me and rested her chin on my sternum.
"So, Batman … was that as good for you as it was for me?" She teased.
I slid my hand into her curls and began to detangle a knot I'd formed in them moments ago. "No, Babe … it was better."
