My Sister's Husband

My man leans forward and kisses my cheek. “You look really good with a baby in your arms. A fertile, female goddess.”

“You look like a god, too,” I say. Lowering my voice so Janie isn’t subconsciously scarred, I add, “It’s a real turn on.”

Our eyes meet in shared heat. The doctor gave us the go ahead to start having sex again a month ago and we haven’t wasted one second. I don’t think there’s been a day that Marcus hasn’t been buried deep inside, pumping and coming hard. And as if he can read my mind, the alpha male speaks.

“I think Janie is ready for bed now.”

I laugh and kiss our daughter on the head. “Sleep well, sweet girl.”

He slips the baby into her crib on the far side of our bedroom. Meanwhile, I slip Jane’s diary onto the bedside table. I’m nearing the end, but I’ll be able to take it up again at a later date. Someday when she’s old enough, we’ll gift the diary to Janie so she can learn about her aunt and namesake.

Marcus kisses my cheek. “I love you, you know.”

“I know. I love you, too. And our daughter. Our perfect family.”

He kisses my lips then, softly at first but quickly deepening the contact. Our tongues tangle in passion.

“I need you,” he moans. In no time, his pants have dropped to the floor beside our bed. My nightgown joins the discarded trousers. “You’re so beautiful. You just had a baby, and you’re absolutely gorgeous.”

He kisses my neck then my tender breasts. Since Janie was born, they’ve become even more sensitive. Marcus loves to torture me by swirling his tongue over my enlarged nipples.

“Oh god, that feels so good,” I whisper. I would love to scream at the top of my lungs, but we’ve learned to keep our love making quiet so we don’t disturb the sleeping baby. That would certainly scar her for life, even if she’s too young to know what’s going on.

His hand wanders lower beneath our blanket and finds my wet slit. He thumbs my clit before slipping a single finger inside of me. I wasn’t kidding when I said seeing Marcus holding our baby girl was a turn on. It seems like I’m always wet these days.

“You’re always ready for me, Kels,” he groans into my chest. “I love that.”

Marcus adjusts himself so his hard cock is lined up and he slips inside slowly.

“Still so tight,” he pants.

I arch my back to get the best angle. “You’re so deep, too. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he says. He slides in and out, stoking the passion. Our lips meet again in a sensuous kiss. We still have the same bend over the desk type sex we did before Janie was born, but this kind is my new favorite. Slow and loving, like our relationship has been.

I circle my own clit while Marcus enters me over and over again. Small gasps leave me as I get close. “I’m gonna cum, Marcus. You feel so good.”

“Cum for me, Kelsey. I love you, baby. Cum on my cock.”

He sends me over the edge. Orgasm wracks my body and I shudder with a series of spasms. I fist the bedsheets and arch into his continued thrusts. It doesn’t take long for Marcus to join me in ecstasy. “Oh shit,” he groans as he empties his cock inside of me.

Panting, we lie beside each other until our heartbeats return to normal. Janie stays asleep in her crib. We’ve mastered having sex without disturbing her.

“I love you so much, Kelsey,” Marcus rumbles, kissing my damp shoulder. “You know that, right?”

“I do.”

He fiddles with something in his nightstand. When he turns back to me, he’s holding a small velvet box.

“Marcus?”

The man’s eyes turn the deep blue of the ocean.

“Our relationship has been unconventional, but what we have is real. I love you. I love our beautiful little girl. I can’t imagine my life without you in it. Kelsey Marie Smith, will you marry me?”

A tear falls down my cheek. But not one of sadness. Instead, I’m overwhelmed with happiness. “Of course, I’ll marry you, Marcus Weston. I love you so much.” I kiss him hard. Marcus slips the ring from his small box and slides it onto my finger. It’s a huge diamond on a silver band, and exactly the kind of engagement ring I’ve always wanted. Marcus and I never really talked about marriage, but somehow he knew.

We kiss again, slower this time. “I love you, Kelsey. I’ll never get tired of saying that.”

“I hope not,” I giggle. “There’s actually something I’d like to share with you, too.”

“What is it?”

I grin at him. “Are you ready to be a daddy again?”

His eyes widen in happy surprise. “Seriously? We’re going to have another baby? That’s fantastic!”

I nod happily. “Yes, I found out this morning. I thought it would be a nice surprise.”