19: Chapter 19

RYAN

Ryan was finally given the all-clear for sex at seven weeks, a week later than she’d expected.

It worked out, though; she’d started taking her birth control again at three weeks, so now they didn’t have to worry about using condoms.

The only downside was that her period had arrived yesterday.

“How was the doctor today, kitten?” asked Marco when he got home from work, greeting her with a kiss and picking up their son.

“All good,” she said.

He smiled. “Good.”

“You have to wait another few days, though,” she added.

“Why? I thought you said everything was good?” One look from her and he knew why. He sighed, but said, “A few more days won’t kill me, kitten.”

He changed Will’s diaper and played with him while Ryan finished dinner, and then he cleaned the kitchen while she fed Will.

She was pumping and starting to give Will bottles of breast milk, but she still preferred to nurse him when she could.

“How was your day?” she asked while nursing.

“Long. I missed you two,” said Marco, leaning over to kiss them both. Then he leaned back, considering them with a smirk.

“What?” Ryan asked.

“Will loves your tits as much as I do.”

Ryan rolled her eyes, but she didn’t bother to argue.

MARCO

The rest of the week was much the same. Marco would play with Will while Ryan made dinner, sometimes he’d even feed him a bottle, and then the proud parents would relax together after putting the baby to bed.

As creepy and weird as it might sound, Marco kept an eye on the trash in their bathroom so he would know when Ryan’s period was done. He loved her blow jobs, but he wanted nothing more than to be buried inside of her again.

He hadn’t seen any tampons now for two days.

He walked into the house in the evening carrying bags. “I picked up dinner for us tonight.”

“Smells good.” She peeked in. “My favorite, Chinese!”

Marco’s plan was to put Will to bed a little early and spend the rest of the night re-exploring Ryan’s body. But that plan was stomped out when Maria, Luca, and the kids dropped by unexpectedly.

“We brought cheesecake,” said Maria.

“I wanted to bring ice cream,” Fiona announced.

Ryan smiled at her. “We’ve got some in the freezer.”

“Sprinkles?” Fiona asked.

“Of course! Come on, I’ll get you some.”

Louis and Maria followed Ryan into the kitchen as well, leaving Luca and Marco to set out plates for the cheesecake.

“We were going to come over last weekend, but I thought you guys might be a little busy,” Luca told Marco with a wink.

“You thought wrong,” Marco grumbled. He didn’t want to be ungrateful, but he really hadn’t been planning on entertaining tonight.

Luca shot him a worried glance. “Is everything all right? Ryan’s not having any problems, is she?”

“No, something else just came up.”

It took Luca a minute, but he got it. “Oh, shit. Sorry, man. We’ll make this a short visit then.”

“It’s fine.” After all, what was one more day?

RYAN

They were most of the way through their dessert when Will started to fuss. Ryan sighed and set down her fork. “I need to feed him.”

Fiona jumped up. “I’ll help.”

Maria glanced at Ryan, who shook her head. Ryan loved her little niece, but she didn’t want a six-year-old watching her while she breast-fed her son. “You can feed him later,” Maria told Fiona.

Ryan saw Fiona starting to pout, and offered, “You can help me get him ready for bed once he’s eaten.”

Fiona came back downstairs a while later, making a face. Ryan followed a few steps behind, laughing. Fiona ran up to Maria. “I changed my mind, Mommy; I don’t want a little sister. Babies are gross and smell bad.”

“What happened?” Maria asked, glancing up.

Ryan contained her laughter. “He had a blow-out.”

“It was so gross, Mommy.”

Maria laughed at the look on her daughter’s face. “All babies do that.”

“Eww.”

Everybody headed out about an hour later. The door had barely closed before Marco stepped forward and pulled Ryan into his arms.

“Finally,” he breathed.

“Lock the door, Marco,” she said, laughing at his obvious desperation to be alone with her.

He did, then picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. “We’ve got some time to make up for, kitten.”

“Is that so?” she asked breathlessly. The truth was, she’d been feeling just as pent-up as he had.

Marco carried her upstairs and dropped her on the bed. “Strip,” he commanded, wasting no time in getting out of his own clothes. Ryan shoved off her dress and panties, staring at him.

“I missed this, baby,” he said, kissing his way down her body until he got to his favorite place, between her legs.

He wasted no time before diving in. “You’re so sweet down here,” he mumbled between licks. “So sweet.” He suckled a little harder, making her gasp. “I want to live between your legs, drink it all up.”

“Oh my god, Marco, please, I need you,” she begged. She was so close already.

He used his fingers to push her over the edge, moaning as he lapped up her juices.

“I love you,” he said, giving her clit a soft kiss before leaving it and scooting up her body.

“I love you too,” she said easily. It was hard to remember why she’d felt so nervous to say those words for so long.

Marco kissed her deeply and passionately as he slowly entered her. “I’m sorry, kitten,” he warned, “I’m not going to be able to last very long.”

“Neither will I,” she assured him. She’d come once but she could already feel another orgasm building.

He started slow, but as her moans got louder, he picked up his pace and his thrusts got sloppy. It didn’t take long; one final, harsh thrust was their undoing, tumbling both of them into bliss.

MARCO

“I’m sorry, kitten,” he said again afterward, head pressed against her chest as they caught their breath.

Ryan curled into him, running her fingers down his chest. “Don’t be; we’re both satisfied, and it’s been a while.”

He was already getting hard again with her touch. “Up for another round?” he suggested.

She sank down on him, giving him his answer.

Marco watched her tits bounce as she rode him with a renewed vigor. “I love you,” he breathed.

“I love you too,” she answered, biting her lip to keep from screaming out as she came hard around his cock.

He held her hips and drove himself upward; his balls were drawing up, and he knew his climax was coming as well.

“Marry me,” he said, squeezing her hips. This second orgasm was just as mind-blowing as the first, and what seemed to be an endless stream of semen kept shooting out of him.

“What?” she asked, catching his eyes.

As soon as he could think again, he cupped her cheeks and brought her to him for another deep kiss. “Marry me, kitten,” he said again.

“You can’t ask me something that serious when we’re in the middle of having sex, Marco,” she protested.

Marco knew well enough that people often blurt things out in the middle of sex that they wouldn’t say any other time. But he meant this with all his heart.

“Okay, forget I said anything,” he suggested. “I’ll ask you properly. Soon. Just wait.”