[There's a brief moment in which Nate feels contrite like any husband would when his beautiful wife is upset. He quickly realises the anger is not directed at him. She's rarely angry, but he knows her tells when she's upset at him.
He also knows that simply telling her it's alright is not a satisfactory response. Even if it is alright and if he does have the foresight to know this is a temporary roadblock.
His hand crawls between her fingers so she's gripping his hand instead of hurting herself clenching.]
It'll come, Bambi. We'll work on it together. [He's having thoughts already about how to manage it, but he needs to know more.]
Do you remember why you froze up? Were you thinking about something?
[ Fran's fingers do grip around his, using him as an outlet, running up and down his fingers. She fidgets when he asks, but it's an important and inevitable question, with an answer she cannot -- should not -- resist confiding in him with.
She was thinking of many things, her thoughts looping in panic, but one had started it.
Her throat moves with a swallow, chin falling an increment. She focuses on the metal around his ring finger, the solidity of it reassuring. It centers her. ]
I was thinking I don't want to get pregnant again. Not now. It's too soon.
[Nate's jaw tenses when she explains her reasoning, because he hates that he made her say it. It should have been obvious and he should have spoken about protection.
He knows her too well to try apologising, so he presses his lips to her forehead and runs his thumb over her cheekbone.]
Lot of ways around it. We're creative. [It's gentle teasing, because he'd very much like this session to end on a win and not something that feels like defeat.]
I'll wear a rubber. [He shifts, guiding her back down onto the mattress.]
Or we can try another way-- oral, hands.. [It feels a little selfish to ask for something he's been wanting for a while, but he turns her so she's on her stomach and shifts so he can lie over the top of her. He leans down to murmur in her ear.]
[ The tension isn't pacified, but it is starting to ebb away, especially as he treats her with less fragility and more practicality. Makes her feel less of a shameful freak in her own body.
Could fuck your little ass.
There's a gasp from his wife.
That presents a very ... intriguing scenario. Her body certainly is convinced by it. Heat rises to her cheeks, aroused versus mortified at the idea. There is not a lot that turns her off, unsurprisingly.
She shivers with revived interest, finds herself envisioning what it'd feel like with him inside her like that. He hasn't really touched her there. Rimming doesn't count. ]
[Pride swells in Nate's chest when she reacts positively to the suggestion. He feels like he's fulfilling his role as her protector very well in this moment, it excites him to hear her gasp.
Still hungry for her, he nuzzles against the side of her head and nips at her ear.]
Right now.
[He confirms, asserting his control again. Hardening already, he rocks his hips so his erection rubs against the curve of her ass.]
Tell me how bad you want daddy's cock up your ass, princess.
[Mostly because he needs a little help getting his own mind back into a horny space and because he thinks she'll relax when she's back in her subspace.
Meanwhile, his hands are creeping to take the lube. He sits back spreading her cheeks with his fingers and pumping lube over her hole so much that it drips down her. He kneads her ass cheek with a firm hand, playing with the way it bounces whenever he releases it.]
[ More shivers skate down her spine. She wants him to cover her with love bites, suck hickeys into her skin, so everybody knows she's been fucked well and good. It's his job to fuck her, and it's hers to be a good girl and take it.
The reason why it feels so wrong that she can't right now. But maybe ...
Her heart soars with hope, her cunt dampening. She lays with her cheek against the bed, her backside squirming and jumping as the lube pours onto her hole, running down to her exposed pussy and clit. Spring has yet to be ushered in; the bottle's contents are cool.
She speaks breathily, clearly turned on. ]
Want it so, so bad. I need you to -- to be in my ass. [ Her ass is in the air, knees digging into the bed and shifting so he can appreciate how wet she's becoming. ] Please, daddy.
Good answer. [He praises her like he's a teacher again. He rubs his finger over her hole to warm her, but the sight of her wet pussy is making his mouth water for her.
He considers it a moment, then starts to guide her onto her side without asking. Daddy wants, daddy gets is their usual ethos. He lifts her thigh so he can position his face between her legs, starting to lap hungrily at her cunt. His arm wraps around her, tracing his fingertip around the rim of her ass.
As he starts to suck on her clit, his finger presses into the tight ring of muscles. Damp from lube, it slides past the resistance and into her. He pulls it back and forth with slow, dragging movements and murmurs against her pussy.]
[ It feels strange, at first. Something foreign inside her. But his mouth on her clit is a fine distraction, and soon it's not intrusive but nice enough.
Soon, her hips buck of their own volition, a whimper pressing its way out of her lips. A good whimper, very different from the one of earlier. She's laying on her side, her face on her arm. Her hand reaches to curl into his hair, gripping at the back of his head. Pressing him firmly into her pubic bone. That's probably answer enough for him. ]
Nice -- good. [ She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth. ] Try another?
[Nate wishes he would say he was giving her clit attention to help distract her, but truly he's just indulging his invasive fantasies about burying his head between her legs.
He hums approvingly at her guidance, wanting to be lead by her. His second finger teases her rim before pressing in with the first. It's a bit more of a squeeze and he eases in, curling his fingers in slow, beckoning movements as he builds up to fucking her with the two.
In the interim, his tongue swirls over her clit and he sucks on it. As he builds the pace of his fingers, he sucks harder. At this point, he would very much like to see what this looks like from the outside. His beautiful wife, turned on her side with his fingers in her ass and his face in her pussy.]
[ She makes a noise when his second finger fits its way beside the first, but discomfort is quickly eclipsed by pleasure. She grabs the nearest pillow and pulls it close, burying her face into it.
She can only stand so much longer, afraid she'll be exhausted if he tips her over too early, and tugs at his hair to make him look at her, face flushed pink and hair damp with perspiration. ]
It'll be a tight squeeze. [He warns her, gently. And maybe just to prove he doesn't crumble just because she begs, he keeps fucking her with his fingers. He shifts to sit up, slipping his third finger in and properly stretching her.
His other hand moves to cup her face, squeezing her chin gently before pressing his fingers in her mouth.]
[ She expects as much, but she doesn't get to tell him that. The whine that rents the air is high, broken off by his fingers prodding into her mouth. Her lips abide, closing around all three.
Three fingers in her mouth, three fingers in her ass. It's almost too much. ]
[It is extremely arousing watching his wife's mouth stretch around his fingers. If he weren't so eager for his prize, he might have replaced them with his cock.
He lets out a heated sound, a huff. He draws his fingers out slowly, letting her suck at the tips as he does.]
You're ready, Bambi. Up on your hands and knees. [He pulls his fingers out, pumping lube into his hand to coat his cock with it. When she's in position, he grabs her by the ass and spreads her open with his thumbs. He spits on her asshole, letting his saliva bead and drip down her. She's lubed enough, but it's a mark of ownership.
His hands hook around her hips, dragging her small frame back easily and grinding her ass on his cock. He hilts himself into her with his hand, pressing into her slowly. He hisses as she stretches around him, still incredibly tight and familiar, but it's new and it's exciting to have another one of her firsts.]
[ Her ass feels undeniably empty when he pulls his fingers free of her, the beginnings of her orgasm ebbing away. She clumsily moves into position, painfully aware of every noise and jostle behind her, both aroused and nervous. Keyed up, dangerously so when he spits directly onto her clenching hole.
It's difficult not to collapse when he first slides in, her gut tensing with discomfort and subsequent pleasure from the sting. In a way, it feels good because it hurts. That's a new feeling. ]
Yes, [ breathy answer, then remembers her manners: ] Please, daddy.
[ She's a good girl. Her clit throbs, complaining from neglect. Still, she doesn't touch herself. ]
[There’s still a little tentativeness from Nate, just enough to make sure she’s comfortable. It’s different, he knows it is, but the pained sound from her isn’t easily forgotten.
His hands rest on her hips, holding her firmly without gripping her. It takes more effort than usual to control the pace of his hips as he starts to fuck her. He’s fighting the desire to start pounding her quickly and hungrily. He does treat them both to a long, low groan. Normally a little more reserved with his hands, he can’t smother how good it feels to have her body squeezing around his cock again.
It doesn’t take long for him to start bucking his hips faster into her, skin smacking together with increasing volume.]
Been imagining pounding you like this since the first time I saw you bend over.
[ His groan ricochets through her, setting her into a tremor. She's surprised by the pleasure, how much of it there is. It's different from any other time he's filled her, cunt and mouth, though no less enjoyable for it. Her cunt feels empty but not at the same time.
She's not too proud to say he can undo her completely, and he does now. It's been too long. Every snap of his hips drives a cry from her, pouring out of her lungs with growing abandon. One may say she sounds like a cat in heat, but she has no present inhibitions to notice and they have no neighbors to overhear her.
Kneading at the coverlet in pleasure, she chances looking over her shoulder at Nathan: his cock pistoning into her hole, the focused expression. Meets his eyes with her own, adoring. ]
[She's not too proud and in turn, Nate becomes very proud. It feels good to fuck her right again, hear her unwind again. Both for carnal reasons and his own pleasure and because doing anything to soothe her or bring her pleasure and joy is a reward.]
Take it so good, Bambi. [He smiles rakishly back at her, but the adoration is in his eyes too. His wife is beautiful and putting her in this state feels like his greater purpose. His arms wind around her, collapsing his weight over her so his hips slam deep into her. He squeezes her tits and kisses the back of her neck and the side of her face clumsily.]
You're so fucking tight-- Might fucking come-- [He warns, because he can slow himself for her but if she wants him to flood her-- he's ready. His hand crawls past her belly, rubbing his fingers over her clit.]
[ His movements glide deep, unrestrained. She moans low, relishing this level of intimacy she's been physically and emotionally unable to handle for the past month.
Her body had rejected both their baby, and then her husband. She had felt all of useless, broken.
Francesca is still not completely herself, she doesn't know if she will ever be the person she was before their miscarriage, but she feels more herself in this moment than she has in weeks. Difficult to be consumed by shame and self-loathing when the immensity of pleasure ushers every other thought from her head.
Her fingers twist in the blanket, hips bucking underneath his mischievous hand. She half-sobs, starting to tense with her own building climax. ]
Please come in me. [ Permission, explicit. ] I want you to come in me. I want to feel you drip out of me again.
You're doing so good, baby. [Nate's voice is full of praise and adoration for her. His fingers wind into her hair and tease her scalp, gripping and guiding it back toward him so he can kiss her with an open mouth.
He's felt her distance herself-- just a little-- and he knows it's nothing to do with him and everything to do with protecting himself. But now they're so connected again and he feels such a swell of happiness in his chest that he could cry.
And the sound he makes into the kiss is strangled and urgent, almost a cry. He pulls back, just enough to sputter--]
I love you-- god, I love you-- so much. [He says it frantically, hands dropping down to grip her waist as he rocks into her until he finishes inside of her. His cock twitches in her, fingers rolling over her clit as he rides out his orgasm.]
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He also knows that simply telling her it's alright is not a satisfactory response. Even if it is alright and if he does have the foresight to know this is a temporary roadblock.
His hand crawls between her fingers so she's gripping his hand instead of hurting herself clenching.]
It'll come, Bambi. We'll work on it together. [He's having thoughts already about how to manage it, but he needs to know more.]
Do you remember why you froze up? Were you thinking about something?
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She was thinking of many things, her thoughts looping in panic, but one had started it.
Her throat moves with a swallow, chin falling an increment. She focuses on the metal around his ring finger, the solidity of it reassuring. It centers her. ]
I was thinking I don't want to get pregnant again. Not now. It's too soon.
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He knows her too well to try apologising, so he presses his lips to her forehead and runs his thumb over her cheekbone.]
Lot of ways around it. We're creative. [It's gentle teasing, because he'd very much like this session to end on a win and not something that feels like defeat.]
I'll wear a rubber. [He shifts, guiding her back down onto the mattress.]
Or we can try another way-- oral, hands.. [It feels a little selfish to ask for something he's been wanting for a while, but he turns her so she's on her stomach and shifts so he can lie over the top of her. He leans down to murmur in her ear.]
Could fuck your little ass. Think you'd like it.
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Could fuck your little ass.
There's a gasp from his wife.
That presents a very ... intriguing scenario. Her body certainly is convinced by it. Heat rises to her cheeks, aroused versus mortified at the idea. There is not a lot that turns her off, unsurprisingly.
She shivers with revived interest, finds herself envisioning what it'd feel like with him inside her like that. He hasn't really touched her there. Rimming doesn't count. ]
Oh... I'd like to. To do that. Right now?
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Still hungry for her, he nuzzles against the side of her head and nips at her ear.]
Right now.
[He confirms, asserting his control again. Hardening already, he rocks his hips so his erection rubs against the curve of her ass.]
Tell me how bad you want daddy's cock up your ass, princess.
[Mostly because he needs a little help getting his own mind back into a horny space and because he thinks she'll relax when she's back in her subspace.
Meanwhile, his hands are creeping to take the lube. He sits back spreading her cheeks with his fingers and pumping lube over her hole so much that it drips down her. He kneads her ass cheek with a firm hand, playing with the way it bounces whenever he releases it.]
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The reason why it feels so wrong that she can't right now. But maybe ...
Her heart soars with hope, her cunt dampening. She lays with her cheek against the bed, her backside squirming and jumping as the lube pours onto her hole, running down to her exposed pussy and clit. Spring has yet to be ushered in; the bottle's contents are cool.
She speaks breathily, clearly turned on. ]
Want it so, so bad. I need you to -- to be in my ass. [ Her ass is in the air, knees digging into the bed and shifting so he can appreciate how wet she's becoming. ] Please, daddy.
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He considers it a moment, then starts to guide her onto her side without asking. Daddy wants, daddy gets is their usual ethos. He lifts her thigh so he can position his face between her legs, starting to lap hungrily at her cunt. His arm wraps around her, tracing his fingertip around the rim of her ass.
As he starts to suck on her clit, his finger presses into the tight ring of muscles. Damp from lube, it slides past the resistance and into her. He pulls it back and forth with slow, dragging movements and murmurs against her pussy.]
Tell me how it feels, Bambi.
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Soon, her hips buck of their own volition, a whimper pressing its way out of her lips. A good whimper, very different from the one of earlier. She's laying on her side, her face on her arm. Her hand reaches to curl into his hair, gripping at the back of his head. Pressing him firmly into her pubic bone. That's probably answer enough for him. ]
Nice -- good. [ She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth. ] Try another?
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He hums approvingly at her guidance, wanting to be lead by her. His second finger teases her rim before pressing in with the first. It's a bit more of a squeeze and he eases in, curling his fingers in slow, beckoning movements as he builds up to fucking her with the two.
In the interim, his tongue swirls over her clit and he sucks on it. As he builds the pace of his fingers, he sucks harder. At this point, he would very much like to see what this looks like from the outside. His beautiful wife, turned on her side with his fingers in her ass and his face in her pussy.]
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She can only stand so much longer, afraid she'll be exhausted if he tips her over too early, and tugs at his hair to make him look at her, face flushed pink and hair damp with perspiration. ]
Fuck me, please?
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His other hand moves to cup her face, squeezing her chin gently before pressing his fingers in her mouth.]
Suck until I say stop.
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Three fingers in her mouth, three fingers in her ass. It's almost too much. ]
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He lets out a heated sound, a huff. He draws his fingers out slowly, letting her suck at the tips as he does.]
You're ready, Bambi. Up on your hands and knees. [He pulls his fingers out, pumping lube into his hand to coat his cock with it. When she's in position, he grabs her by the ass and spreads her open with his thumbs. He spits on her asshole, letting his saliva bead and drip down her. She's lubed enough, but it's a mark of ownership.
His hands hook around her hips, dragging her small frame back easily and grinding her ass on his cock. He hilts himself into her with his hand, pressing into her slowly. He hisses as she stretches around him, still incredibly tight and familiar, but it's new and it's exciting to have another one of her firsts.]
You want daddy to start moving?
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It's difficult not to collapse when he first slides in, her gut tensing with discomfort and subsequent pleasure from the sting. In a way, it feels good because it hurts. That's a new feeling. ]
Yes, [ breathy answer, then remembers her manners: ] Please, daddy.
[ She's a good girl. Her clit throbs, complaining from neglect. Still, she doesn't touch herself. ]
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His hands rest on her hips, holding her firmly without gripping her. It takes more effort than usual to control the pace of his hips as he starts to fuck her. He’s fighting the desire to start pounding her quickly and hungrily. He does treat them both to a long, low groan. Normally a little more reserved with his hands, he can’t smother how good it feels to have her body squeezing around his cock again.
It doesn’t take long for him to start bucking his hips faster into her, skin smacking together with increasing volume.]
Been imagining pounding you like this since the first time I saw you bend over.
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She's not too proud to say he can undo her completely, and he does now. It's been too long. Every snap of his hips drives a cry from her, pouring out of her lungs with growing abandon. One may say she sounds like a cat in heat, but she has no present inhibitions to notice and they have no neighbors to overhear her.
Kneading at the coverlet in pleasure, she chances looking over her shoulder at Nathan: his cock pistoning into her hole, the focused expression. Meets his eyes with her own, adoring. ]
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Take it so good, Bambi. [He smiles rakishly back at her, but the adoration is in his eyes too. His wife is beautiful and putting her in this state feels like his greater purpose. His arms wind around her, collapsing his weight over her so his hips slam deep into her. He squeezes her tits and kisses the back of her neck and the side of her face clumsily.]
You're so fucking tight-- Might fucking come-- [He warns, because he can slow himself for her but if she wants him to flood her-- he's ready. His hand crawls past her belly, rubbing his fingers over her clit.]
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Her body had rejected both their baby, and then her husband. She had felt all of useless, broken.
Francesca is still not completely herself, she doesn't know if she will ever be the person she was before their miscarriage, but she feels more herself in this moment than she has in weeks. Difficult to be consumed by shame and self-loathing when the immensity of pleasure ushers every other thought from her head.
Her fingers twist in the blanket, hips bucking underneath his mischievous hand. She half-sobs, starting to tense with her own building climax. ]
Please come in me. [ Permission, explicit. ] I want you to come in me. I want to feel you drip out of me again.
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He's felt her distance herself-- just a little-- and he knows it's nothing to do with him and everything to do with protecting himself. But now they're so connected again and he feels such a swell of happiness in his chest that he could cry.
And the sound he makes into the kiss is strangled and urgent, almost a cry. He pulls back, just enough to sputter--]
I love you-- god, I love you-- so much. [He says it frantically, hands dropping down to grip her waist as he rocks into her until he finishes inside of her. His cock twitches in her, fingers rolling over her clit as he rides out his orgasm.]
Come for me again-- please.