4. Morning Rush #3
We sink into the cushions, our bodies tired but our spirits high.
Not long into the show we’ve settled on, Liam’s high-pitched cries slice through the peaceful ambiance, causing Reid and I to exchange a knowing look.
Reid is on his feet in an instant, telling me to stay put as he disappears into the nursery.
Moments later, he’s back, cradling a squirming, red-faced Liam in his arms. My heart swells at the sight - Reid is such a natural father. With a gentle hand, he passes Liam over to me, the baby immediately settling into the familiar crook of my arm.
Liam wastes no time; he latches instantly, his little sounds filling the room.
I can’t help but laugh at the smacking noises he makes, a playful, joyful sound that puts a contented smile on my face.
The joy of motherhood, of our little family, fills me - and in this moment, everything feels absolutely perfect.
Once Liam’s cries quiet down to soft snores, I gently disengage from his sleepy grip. I place him back in his crib, his little chest rising and falling rhythmically with deep, peaceful breaths. I linger for a moment, watching our baby boy sleep, a soft smile playing on my lips.
With the lightest of touches, I plant a sweet kiss on his little forehead, whispering a quiet ‘goodnight’ before I tiptoe out of the room.
No sooner do I close the door behind me than I feel muscular arms encircling me from behind.
Startled, I turn around to find Reid grinning at me, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Gotcha,” he whispers, his breath warm against my ear.
He takes my hand and leads me towards our bedroom, his laughter echoing in the hallway.
The night has just begun, and I can’t help but feel excited about what our first Christmas eve together, as a family, might have in store for us.
Our lips touch, our clothes come off, and soon, we’re lying on the bed.
I’m on top, and Reid reaches up to palm my breast. I lean down to give him a kiss, and he cups the back of my head, deepening the kiss. Our tongues duel with one another in a gentle caress. My hands rub up his chest and around his neck until I’m grasping at his hair.
I break off the kiss and leave a trail of kisses as I make my way down his body.
Reid groans in ecstasy as I continue wandering down his abs, moving toward to the piece of him that is waiting for my touch.
I grab his cock and pump up and down, loving how his toes curls as he moans.
I take him in my mouth, and his hips jerk off the bed, pushing him further into my mouth.
“Fuck baby, your mouth is amazing,” he tells me as his hands grab my hair.
He takes control, pulling and pushing my head up and down and he moans every time he reaches the back of my throat, and I hum to make that vibrating sensation. He hisses before he pushes my head all the way down, making me choke before pulling me completely off.
“Get on top, right now,” he commands, sending shivers down my spine.
Raising up, I guide him to my opening before sliding down, inch by inch, moaning at the way he slowly fills me.
I close my eyes while bracing my hands on his chest and move up and down.
I marvel at how good he fills inside me, thick and warm, and I open my eyes to see him gazing up at me as he grabs my hips.
He thrusts his hip up as I slam down, reaching deeper, causing me to gasp.
“God Reid, that feels so good,” I moan.
Every time I lower, the thrusts up. We do this again and again until the only sound in the room is our slapping bodies as we try to reach our highs. Sweat coats our bodies and our breaths are heavy. I would lift just before he slides all the way out and slam back down.
Our rhythm becomes frantic and soon we feel the slow burn of our orgasm creeping up.
Reid grabs my waist tighter and sits up, moving faster as he chases his orgasm.
My lips crash against his as my orgasm hits.
The slickness causes him to groan as he slips in and out easier.
He stiffens and pulls me down onto him so hard.
I swallow his cry of ecstasy as he fills me.
We continue to rock slowly as we ride out our orgasms.
“It keeps getting better and better with you, baby,” Reid says as I slide off him.
As we settle into the bed, the warmth of Reid’s body seeping into mine, he spoons me from behind, his muscular arm wrapping around me in a protective and loving embrace.
I feel his chest rise and fall against my back, the rhythmic pattern lulling me into a serene sense of peace.
His fingers trace lazy patterns on my skin, each touch igniting sparks of endearing love in my heart.
He leans over, his lips grazing my ear as he whispers those magic words, “I love you”.
His proclamation sends a wave of affection coursing through me. I turn my head slightly, catching his eye in the dim light. Smiling, I echo his sentiment, my heart swelling with love.
“I love you too.”
Our conversation fades into the silence of the night - a silence filled with unspoken words and shared dreams. As sleep beckons, we surrender to its call, falling asleep entwined in each other’s arms, our hearts beating in unison to the rhythm of our love.