Long overdue. I'm sorry.

I own only the plot.


"Hey Steph?" I froze with my arms folded across my chest, my back to the doorway. I had my dress pushed down to my waist, having just slipped off my saturated bra. We'd been pretty frisky lately, but no one but me and my doctor had seen my post-baby body and as much as I was dying to get naked with him, I wasn't happy with the scant, silvery stretch marks under my navel and my lower-than-they-used-to-be-boobs. I looked back at him over my shoulder, he was leaning back into the door as he pushed it closed, his knuckles glowing white from clenching his hand around the doorknob, his eyes fixed on my bare back. He cleared his throat and finally locked eyes with me.

"Um…I put Alex down in his crib. All that splashing must have tired him out, he's already out. Brady's in there with him. He laid down right on the rug…" I looked away as he spoke and nodded. So grateful for his help with Alex, wishing he would come closer.

"…do you want me to leave Steph?" He whispered.

"No." I said quietly. I heard him suck in a sharp breath and let go of the door. He walked slowly around the bed, stopping so close to me, I could almost feel him at my back.

A frisson of excitement rippled down my spine and I trembled despite the humid warmth that seeped in through the open window. I felt goosebumps erupt everywhere when he placed his hand on my shoulder. He leaned in slightly and whispered, "You know how I feel, don't you?"

"I think I do, yes." I nodded. He trailed his fingers down my back making it even harder for me to breathe.

"Will you turn around and let me see you?" I wanted to, I really did. I knew that he wasn't the type to balk at my less than perfect body, but it didn't make it any easier. I took a deep breath and slowly turned, but his eyes were only on my face. He bent and gently kissed me, deepening it when I couldn't resist anymore and slipped my arms around his neck. He groaned and pulled me closer, fitting me tightly against the front of him.

Feeling his hands all over my bare skin, made that heat that he always stoked, flare so hot it felt like it could consume me, making me ache in places all but forgotten until recently.

I stepped back and held his eyes as I slid my dress the rest of the way down, not caring anymore that I didn't look like I used to, that he wasn't seeing me at my very best.

"You're so beautiful, Steph." He said. So sincere that I felt a lump rise in my throat.

I stepped closer and pulled his shirt off, revealing his gorgeous body. Finally really able to touch and kiss him whenever I wanted, I kissed the soft skin over his heart, murmuring, "So are you Carlos."

I backed up and kneeled on the bed, needing him so badly. "Come here?" He held my gaze as he stepped closer. I hugged him tight and craned my head back as he kissed me again, adoring the way his bare torso felt on mine. I urged him back until I felt his whole delicious weight on top of me. His hands holding my face and his dog tags trailing over my chest. The metal, slightly cooler than him and making my nipples draw almost painfully tight. He kissed down my neck and drew one into his mouth, causing me a rush just a hair short of an orgasm. It had been so fucking long since I'd been touched this way.

"Tell me to stop, Babe. Please? I don't think I can stop."

Yeah, like that was going to happen.

"Please don't stop. I need to feel you…" inside me "…I've wanted this for so long!"

He grinned as I pushed his swim trunks down, and lifted up a little so I could free him. His cock popped out and bobbed a little. Thick and long and, jesus, really, really hard. I wrapped my hand around it and squeezed him, loving the silk over steel feel of him.

"Do you have protection?" His voice deeper than usual.

"Yes, they've been in the drawer there for weeks." I said hesitantly. I had bought condoms the day after he kissed me. Hopeful, more than sure that things would progress to this point.

"And this…this is what you want?" He pointed to where my hand was cradling him, long and thick and yes… this was definitely what I wanted.

"I have a lot of feelings for you, Carlos. I kept quiet because I felt guilty about Anthony and I didn't want to hurt your recovery." I told him.

He looked incredulous. "Babe, you've been instrumental in my recovery. You know that right? If it wasn't for you, I'd still be driving around at three in the morning, never sleeping, just a shell."

God! I love him so much!

I reached up and kissed him hard, moaning at the feel of his tongue softly stroking against mine, his hands gently smoothing over me. I pushed his bathing suit down and he kicked it off. I grabbed his hands and brought them to the edge of my underwear, practically salivating at seeing his gorgeous naked body for the first time. He was just so perfect.

He drew in a deep breath, "Are you sure, Babe?" His fingertips dancing under the lace at my hip.

"God, yes… oh… I need you to touch me!" His eyes darkened even more and he kissed me, harder, more forcefully this time. He tugged my panties down slowly, pulling away from my mouth and staring hard at what he had just revealed. I knew I was wet, god knows he'd gotten me into this state quite a few times before he left for the evenings. The last few nights I'd had to come up to my room and take care of myself, surprised that I'd been as aroused as I was just from some heavy make-out sessions. But we had always stopped short of actual satisfaction.

I couldn't help but tremble when I felt his fingers glide up my leg towards where I was dying to feel him. My legs fell open as he got close and I squirmed when he moaned as he slid a single finger through my folds.

"Unh, Carlos, please!" He nodded and pushed my legs open even more. Swallowing hard, he finally locked eyes with me again, "Can I touch you, Babe? I want to make you feel good."

I couldn't hold still, my hips shifting. "Please." I whimpered.

His eyes flicked away again and he used one hand to open me up. The lust on his beautiful face dissolving the last of my insecurities like so many soap bubbles. He trailed his finger towards my clit and circled it with just the right amount of pressure. I had to bite my knuckles to not shout out in pleasure. He did it again and pushed just the tip of another finger inside me. I couldn't stop the sounds coming out of my mouth and was incredibly grateful when he moved beside me to kiss me, adding another layer to the delicious feelings he was causing. I could feel an orgasm barreling down on me quickly. There was just too much stimulus going on, his fingers inside me, his body tight against me, his amazing mouth kissing me. I needed to touch him. I trailed my hand down from where it was anchored in his hair and circled his perfect cock and pumped it gently. Wanting, no, needing him to feel as good as I did.

He groaned and backed his hips away from me. "Babe, stop. I don't want to come until I'm inside you. It's not going to take much right now." I rubbed my thumb over the head of him before I let him go. Amazed at how perfectly smooth it was.

He sped the fingers inside of me, drowning me in desire for him. Suddenly, the heat spread out from the very center of me, arching my back, my thighs clamping down on his hand, lest he remove his amazing fingers too soon. The euphoria that rolled in on the last wave of my orgasm, very nearly turning me into a puddle. A warm, happy puddle. But not a satiated one. I wanted to feel him inside me, above me, under me. I knew that it was probably going to hurt. It had been nearly three years since I'd had sex, and the warning from my OB after I was given the all-clear for sex after Alex's birth had stung in more ways than one. At the time I couldn't imagine wanting to ever have sex again. Ever. So bogged down in grief and new mom exhaustion, I could never have thought that I would've been so lucky to find another remarkable man to love. Yet here I was, with Carlos…

I rolled over and grabbed a condom, ripping it open and rolling it carefully down his cock, smiling to myself at the tiny pained noises he made as a jacked him a little. He nudged me backwards and settled over me, I grabbed his ass and squeezed like I'd wanted to for ages now.

He reared back and caught my eyes again. "Are you sure?" he asked. His voice so much rougher than usual.

"Unh, Carlos, I've never been more sure of anything. Just… please!" I pushed down on his ass, making the tip of his cock nudge my folds. "I don't want to wait anymore." I whispered. He pushed the tip inside and all of a sudden I didn't think this was such a good idea anymore. The burning and stretching were so far past pleasure I had to force myself not to cry.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Owwwwwwwwww!

He pulled out immediately. "I'm hurting you!" He said, full of self-censure.

"No! Well, yes, but it's okay. I haven't… you know, for a really long time. The doctor said it might hurt the first time after Alex was born. I just wasn't expecting it to still hurt now." At least, not that much.

"What can I do?" He asked sounding a little desperate.

"Lay down, let me be on top." Maybe if I went at my own pace, it would be easier.

We quickly reversed positions and I kissed him as he slid his finger inside me again, that felt awesome.

"I don't want to hurt you, Babe." He was sweet, but I knew the only way to get past this was to just do it. That everything would start feeling better after we did it a few times. I hoped.

"I'll be fine. You're not exactly little, honey." He looked a little smug. No doubt I would be deeply in love with his beautiful cock as soon as my vag decided to relax a bit.

I held him up and slid down a little. It still hurt, but that initial oh my god, I'm going to split in half feeling was gone. "Holy shit," he spat between clenched teeth. "Are you okay?"

"Ung, yeah, give me a second." I slid all the way down.

Holy shit, I was FULL!

"Babe! Damn." He moaned. His hands fell to my waist, holding tight. I could feel a faint hint of pleasure and it spurred me on to get past what was now only a dull ache. I bent over him, my hair falling around his face, sealing us into a little cocoon. The more I moved, the better it felt. I wasn't going to come again, but damn, did it feel good. I felt a victorious smile spreads across my face and he mirrored it.

"Is this okay?" He growled.

"So… unh… okay." I started to move faster, loving the slick slip and slide feel of him deep inside. I sat back, pulling him with me, amazingly, feeling him even deeper.

His eyes fluttered shut and he hissed, "Steph, I can't! You're going to make me come too quick." He flipped us over, staying deep inside me. Kissing me as he started a gentle thrusting, making me wonder if maybe he could get me to come again. "You feel so good, Babe… shit… I didn't know it would be like this." I could see it on his face, in his eyes, he felt the same way I did. I just knew it. I cradled his stubble roughened cheek, my heart pounding. I knew the words were coming out of his mouth before he even opened his lips. "Stephanie… I love you, I love you so much."

I felt a tear trickle down my temple and I pulled his face closer. "I love you too, Carlos." I whispered.

His eyes widened. "You do?" He searched my face for a moment. "You do." Not a question.

"Very much." I wrapped my body around him and thrust my hips up to meet him. Loving the harsh moan that slipped out of him.

"Babe, I can't hold back anymore." He looked so apologetic.

"Don't. I need to see you come." I squeezed him even tighter and felt him tense. His breath became that much harsher in my ear as he shuddered, coming so hard I could feel him pulse inside me.

He collapsed to the side and pulled me with him. I felt so happy in that moment, so overwhelmed. I managed to tell him that I loved him one more time before the tears that had been threatening finally broke free.

He was horrified, "Steph! I'm so sorry!" He cuddled me close, fretting that he had hurt me.

"Sss… stop. I'm not upset," I mumbled. I sucked in some breaths, "I'm okay." I felt his body relax, but his grip remained firm. "It's just that this has been so… I never thought that I would feel like this again… and here you are." I took one more big breath and looked up at him. "I love you, Carlos."

His grin was ear-to-ear. "I love you too." He kissed me sweetly. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes, I really didn't think that it would hurt like that."

"It'll get better, right? It's not going to always hurt you."

I rested my chin on his chest. "From what I hear, it should get better."

He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and cupped my cheek, his eyes darkening as he spoke. "I'm really happy to hear that, because I can't wait to do it again."

"Me too."

"Yeah? It didn't seem like it felt all that good to you."

"Towards the end there, it did." I smiled. "I think we need to do it a few more times and it'll go smoother."

"Yeah, it's been a while for me too, I have to build up some stamina. Maybe next time I can even get you to go first." He muttered self-deprecatingly.

"You did make me come first! What just happened here was amazing, I loved it. It doesn't have to be all screaming orgasms and acrobatics."

He chuckled. "Babe, believe me, my ultimate goal is to make you scream."

He pulled me into another kiss before disentangling our legs and standing at the side of the bed. I watched as he pulled off the condom, wrapped it in a tissue and cleaned himself off. I shuffled closer and smoothed my hand up his muscular leg to his butt. He looked over his shoulder, first at my hand and then to my face, eyebrows raised in question.

"You have the most biteable ass I've ever seen," I whispered. He grinned and turned so I could see both cheeks. I grabbed both and squeezed, unable to resist I gently sunk my teeth into the right one. He laughed and danced out of my grip.

"I can't believe you just bit me!" He snorted as he crawled back over me.

"I warned you."

He smiled down at me, "You did." He kissed me and got serious again, "I love you, Stephanie." I pulled him back down for a deeper kiss and was really getting into it when I heard Alex calling for me in his room. He pulled back and chuckled, "I guess we're going to have to get used to interruptions." Then the puppy started to whine.

"Between the two of them, I'd say so," I agreed.

I got up and pulled on shorts and a t-shirt, watching as he tugged his bathing suit back on. He was too damn gorgeous. The burn scar on his neck, clearly visible with his shirt off, only served to enhance his attractiveness to me. Exemplifying his selflessness and bravery. Anthony had received his Medal of Honor posthumously, he had never gotten to wear it. Carlos carried his with him every day in the form of a palm-sized, bubbled scar of burned skin.

I didn't get to edit this the way I normally do, so forgive any typos. I just really wanted to post this today. One more and I think this will be done.

Let me know what you thought.


EA xoxo