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Summary: after the six week wait after birth, you and Chris have sex.
Warnings: smut, p in v, clit rubbing, gentle sex, aftercare
The house settled into a rare quiet once the twins were down. Their little breaths were soft puffs from the cribs, Hazel on her back, arms splayed like a starfish; Henry curled on his side, fist tucked under his chin. You stood with Chris in the doorway of the nursery, his hand warm on your lower back, both of you listening to the white noise machine hum its static lullaby.
He turned you gently, guiding you down the hall to your bedroom, and shut the door with a soft click. The lamplight was low, gold edged shadows pooling in the corners. He kissed you first, slow, deliberate, tasting of the peppermint tea he’d had after the bottles.
“Doctor said we can,” you whispered against his lips.
“I remember.” His hands slid under the hem of your pajama top, thumbs brushing the soft skin above your hip bones. “She also said slow. And careful.”
He tugged the top up and over your head, and then his breath caught. Underneath, you’d worn the pink lace you’d bought last week, a dark pink bra with delicate underwire, the straps thin and satiny, matched with the dark pink thong lace panties.
Chris stepped back, his eyes traveling from your breasts to the dip of your waist to the lace that hugged your hips. His voice came out low, almost reverent.
A flush crept up your chest. “You like it?”
“Like it?” He shook his head, jaw loose. “You’re .. god, you’re gorgeous. You just grew and birthed two whole humans and you look like this? Fuck.” He stepped forward, palms cupping your shoulders, thumbs stroking your collarbones. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
He kissed you again, slower this time, deeper, his tongue brushing yours while his hands traced down the lace of your sides. He eased the pajama pants from your legs, leaving you in just the lingerie, and he let out another soft groan.
“This is coming off,” he murmured, hooking a finger under the waistband of the panties, “but later. For now, lie down.”
You let him guide you onto your back on the bed, the sheets cool and familiar. He stripped out of his own clothes quickly, T shirt over his head, sweats kicked aside, and then he was over you, warm, solid, careful not to put his full weight on your still recovering body. He braced on his forearms, caging you, and kissed you again.
This time his mouth stayed on yours while his hand drifted down. He didn’t go straight for lace, he traced your ribs, the dip of your waist, the curve of your hip, building anticipation. Then his fingers slid between your legs, pressing against the damp fabric of the lingerie. He found your clit through the thin material and circled it gently, a soft pressure that made you gasp into his mouth.
“That okay?” he murmured against your lips.
“Yeah, fuck..keep going.”
He did. He kept kissing you, deep, languid kisses, while his thumb worked in slow circles, the lace growing slicker with each pass. He hooked the fabric aside and touched you directly, the pad of his finger glossy with your wetness, strumming your clit in careful, steady strokes.
“You’re getting wet,” he whispered, voice rough.
He smiled against your mouth and pressed a little harder, rocking his finger in time with the kiss. Your hips twitched, chasing the pressure, and he felt you open up, your pussy relaxing, the moisture spreading.
“Ready for more?” he asked, pulling back just enough to look at you.
He slipped his hand out, pushed the lace of the garter aside, and positioned himself at your entrance. The head of his cock nudged against you, slick with your wetness, but he didn’t push in yet. He waited, breathing against your neck, letting you feel the anticipation build.
He pushed slow. The stretch was immediate, familiar but foreign after six weeks. You gasped, and he stopped.
He nodded, pressing in a fraction of an inch at a time. There was a pinch, a burn right at the beginning, and you winced, your face tightening, and he caught it immediately.
“Hey.” He pulled back slightly, not out but easing off. “We can stop. We don’t have to”
“No, don’t stop.” You reached up, fingers tangling in his hair. “Just go slow. I want this.”
He searched your eyes. Then he leaned down, kissed your forehead, and pushed again, glacial, measured. The burn softened into a pressure that wasn’t quite pleasure yet, but wasn’t pain either. He bottomed out and held still, forehead pressed to yours.
“Good.” Your voice came out breathy. “Don’t move yet.”
He didn’t. He waited, breathing with you, his thumb stroking your hip in slow circles. After a long minute, you shifted your hips, and he took the cue. He pulled out nearly all the way and pushed back in, the same deliberate pace. The sensation shifted, the burn faded, replaced by a thick, spreading warmth.
“No. That’s.. that’s good.”
He settled into a rhythm. Each stroke was intentional, deep, a slow drag that let you feel every ridge of him. He kept his pace unhurried, his eyes on your face, checking your expression every few seconds.
He shifted his angle slightly, and the head of his cock dragged against a spot that made you gasp louder, your back arching. He stilled.
“Yes, fuckk, right there.”
He repeated the motion, slow but with purpose, and the pleasure coiled low and sweet in your belly. He leaned down to take your nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue over the lace before pulling the fabric down to suck directly. You moaned, fingers gripping his shoulders, and he thrust deeper, harder, but never fast, always that careful, rolling tempo.
The orgasm crept up, not a sudden wave but a slow climb, a steady pressure that you felt in your thighs and clit and the base of your spine. Chris felt it too, your pussy tightening around him, and he slowed even more, letting you ride the edge.
“Let go,” he whispered against your ear. “I’ve got you.”
And you did. The climax broke over you, warm and deep, a series of pulses that made you clench around him. He groaned, buried his face in your neck, and kept thrusting through it, each stroke gentle now, feeding the aftershocks until you were trembling.
When you went slack, he waited a moment, then pulled out slowly, letting his cock rest against your thigh. He didn’t cum, he’d held off, focused entirely on you.
“That was..” You couldn’t finish.
“Perfect.” He kissed your collarbone, then your shoulder. “You okay?”
“Yeah. A little tender, but good.”
He rolled off, but not far. He reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out the lube you’d bought but hadn’t used, then he stroked himself a few times, slick, watching you. “Can I finish on your stomach?”
You nodded, hazy and warm, and he came with a low grunt, stripes of white across your belly. He collapsed beside you, breathing hard, then reached for the stack of clean washcloths on the dresser. He dampened one in the bathroom sink and came back, wiping you tenderly, cleaning every trace before pressing a kiss to your hip.
“Let’s get you some water,” he said, and he brought you a glass, helped you sit up to drink, then eased you back down. He pulled the covers over both of you, wrapped his arm around your waist, and pressed his lips to the back of your neck.
“Thank you,” he murmured. “For trusting me.”
You curled into him, his warmth solid against your back. The house was quiet. The babies were sleeping. And his hand stayed splayed across your belly, gentle, protective, as you drifted into a slow, deep sleep.
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