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I held my breath and closed my eyes and prayed to the heavens above as I stood that my ankles and knees would not pop in protest. I cringed when my baby toe popped and opened one eye to look at the tiny blond boy lying in the race car bed at my feet.

I sighed in relief, quietly, as I took one tiny step and then another towards the bedroom door. The floors creaked, and I stiffened, peeking back over my shoulder to see Michael still sleeping. Thank goodness. It took forever to get that boy to sleep, and if he got up...well, there was just no going back to sleep then.

I stepped gingerly over the threshold, pulling the door gently closed behind me and twisting the knob so it wouldn't click into place and wake him. I hardly took a breath for fear the slight sound would wake him until I was halfway down the stairs.

"Asleep?" Eric whispered as I reached the bottom step, still tip-toeing.

I nodded, half afraid Michael would hear even that, and sat next to Eric on the sofa. He pulled my feet into his lap, and I sighed and closed my eyes as he started rubbing at my arches. "Best. Husband. Ever," I said aloud.

Eric chuckled. "I'm expecting a blow-job for my strenuous effort."

I snorted and opened one eye. He was more serious than his tone suggested. "Aww, baby, am I not satisfying you enough?" I teased.

"No," he deadpanned, smiling.

"You're insatiable, and I'm exhausted," I groaned, squirming when he hit a tender spot on the sole of my foot. "Not my fault I never get a full night's sleep," I added with a glare.

"I'll get up with him tonight."

I snorted and shook my head. "No you won't, but thanks for pretending."

"It won't always be like this. Eventually, he'll sleep through the night," Eric said softly as he began massaging my calves.

I chuckled, humorlessly. "I keep telling myself the same thing, but I'm not getting my hopes up. I'll sleep again when he's grown, married, and lives in a house of his own. I've mentally prepared myself for that."

"Don't give up hope yet. I'm looking forward to having sex with my wife again in the future."

I narrowed my eyes at him, but said nothing. It wasn't my fault I was so tired, and it wasn't like I didn't want to have sex. I totally did. Like badly. But I hated rushing through it just for the sake of having it. Don't get me wrong, sometimes I was so desperate for it, I'd kill for a minute and a half quickie.

But other times, I needed the real deal. Slow and sweet torture that satisfied me for days and put me in a blissful slumber for hours.

"Is this our happily ever after?" Eric asked in a teasing voice.

I snorted. "No. This is our happily – sometimes frustrating and pissy, and always exhausting – ever after."

He chuckled. "Well, you don't have to make it sound like such a bad thing."

"I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world." I said truthfully, smiling at his handsome face.

Eric's hand crept up my calf, around my knee and over the top of my thigh. I sighed and closed my eyes, the sensation both relaxing and stimulating. His fingers circled and massaged and...

"Sookie!" I jerked, nearly tumbling off the couch. "Sookie. Wake up."

"What? I wasn't asleep." Was I? I didn't know for sure. My head was kind of fuzzy, but there was something more. I was hot. Damn hot. And the source was right between my thighs. Fuck, I needed to get laid, badly.

"Yes you were," Eric said with a chuckle. His hand was still on my thigh, but he was squeezing instead of tickling. "You were making little noises, too. What were you dreaming about, Sookie?" he asked, his voice a husky whisper that still sent chills down my spine.

I opened my eyes fully, taking in his devilish smirk and his bare chest. His three-times-a-week work out sculpted his body in ways I could only wish my seven-days-a-week work outs would.

"I don't remember." I didn't, but it must've been good. I eyed the tent in his pajama pants hungrily. "Is that for me?" I asked, teasing.

"Well, it's not for any of The Golden Girls, that's for sure." He nodded toward the TV, keeping his eyes on me.

My eyes flickered to the show briefly, acknowledging the silver-haired ladies that I know weren't on a few minutes ago. I really had fallen asleep. Oopsy. "Come here," I demanded, biting my lip.

Eric let out a heavy breath as he moved to loom over me. I could feel him, hard and heavy against my thigh, and let out a whimper of my own. His strong hands moved up the length of my thighs, and I moaned as his thumb stroked over my center.

"Mmm," Eric purred. "You keep making noises like that and it's going to be over before we ever start." His lips found mine, moist and eager, as his fingers began stroking me though my nightgown.

I moaned, shifting my legs to open for him, and he slipped his hand beneath the fabric and traced the line of my panties before dipping in and finding me silky and wet. "Oh, God, baby."

"Shhh," Eric whispered against my ear. The heat of his breath made me arch my back and press my breasts against his chest. "You're going to wake him up."

I gave him a scathing look and wriggled against his fingers. He responded by pressing them into me, and I couldn't help but to cry out. I bit my lips closed and dug my fingernails into his bicep, moaning low in my throat.

"God, I love that noise," Eric sighed.

"Shut up and kiss me," I demanded, pulling his face down to mine and then reaching for what lay against my thigh. Eric groaned into my mouth, and I swallowed it eagerly as I worked up and down the hard length of him through his pants.

We made out like teenagers on the sofa for a few, incredible, long minutes until I was breathless and on the edge of screaming. I twisted and shimmied his pants around his ass before running the swollen tip against where Eric's hand was joined with my center.

Eric grunted and pressed his hips into me, and I pressed right back, eager to have him in me right fucking then. God, I couldn't wait another second.

Eric's body tensed and he shifted us both, tearing my panties over my hips and down my legs in one easy move. He gripped my hips and angled me, perfectly aligning me with his straining cock. I whimpered, aching and then cried out in pain.

"Shit," I cursed, squirming and trying to get a hold of the toy truck digging into my side. "Fuck it," I gave up. "Take me to bed, Eric."

He swept me up, hardly grunting as he carried me towards the bedroom, walking awkwardly since his pants were stuck around his hips. Eric bumped the door half-closed behind us and practically tossed me onto the bed.

I squeaked and giggled happily when he pounced and landed on top of me an instant later after shuffling his pants down the rest of the way and kicking them to the side. His lips found mine for a moment before he pulled back and reached between us. I squirmed as he slid and guided himself up and down my folds, teasing me, pressing in an inch before pulling away.

"See what you do to me, woman," Eric breathed out as he continued his evil torture. "Do you feel what you do to me?" He pressed in half way, and I cried out, arching and reaching, trying to pull him into me completely. "God, you're beautiful."

"Quit teasing me, or I swear on all that is holy, your balls will be so blue...Ah, fuck!" I moaned loudly as Eric slid in fast and hard. My heels dug into his ass, holding him there, and I fisted the sheets beneath my fingers.

Eric grunted and began to move in a slow, deep rhythm which had me quickly soaring and crying out his name. "Fuck, I'll never get tired of watching you come for me, Sookie," he whispered as he moved in a slow circling of his hips.

I was still so sensitive, and my orgasm had been so intense that I knew if I could get him to move just right, I'd be flying once more.

I reached up, gripping the back of his neck as I pulled his lips to mine and nibbled and licked at the swollen flesh. Eric's responding kiss curled my toes and left me panting as his weight settled atop mine and he resumed a languid grind inside of me.

Wrapping my legs around his lean hips, I pulled him deeper and met each of his thrusts with one of my own. His grunts mingled with my whimpers and moans, and together we made sweet, erotic music that filled the room.

Eric's chest, moist from our exertion, slipped and slid against my own as he gripped my hips and angled me towards him. I could tell from the fierce look in his eyes as he kissed me that he was teetering on the edge and was as desperate as I was to fall over it.

His hand went to my breast, squeezing and massaging roughly, and I moaned loudly. When his lips and teeth closed over my taut nipple, nibbling, licking and sucking, my eyes went wide, and my vision swam as bliss washed through my every cell.

Eric tensed above me and swelled within me, pulsing and feeding my orgasm with his own, until he sagged in a panting heap on top of my absolutely spent body. I closed my eyes, kissing his shoulder and neck blindly and running my hands over Eric's shoulders and back as I enjoyed the complete relaxation only brought on by a fantastic orgasm.

"You're sweaty," I said after I had enough brain cells back to speak. "And you're breathing all my oxygen," I added with a chuckle.

Eric laughed and rolled off of me before stumbling out of the bed and into the bathroom. He returned a minute later with a wash cloth, and I took it from him gratefully.

"I needed that," he said as he settled back into the bed with me. I couldn't have agreed more.

I curled up against his naked body, and ran my fingers over his chest, my eyes closed and my body more than ready for a good long nap. But it wasn't in the cards.

When the noises of rustling fabric came from the baby monitor to my right, I held my breath, only to cry myself when the baby started to cry. "I'm never sleeping again."

Eric chuckled and pressed me back into the bed when I tried to sit up. "I'll get him. You sleep. Maybe I don't get up with him during the night, but I can do it now while I'm still awake."

"Like I said: Best. Husband. Ever." I sighed happily and snuggled deeper into the blankets.

I laid there awake, my eyes closed, completely sated and content, waiting for Eric to return to bed. I felt the bed shift when he came back and smiled to myself. Eric curled his big body around mine, and I let out a sleepy sigh.

"I love you, baby," he whispered against my neck before kissing the spot beneath my ear.

"I love you, too, Eric," I mumbled and drifted off, perfect and content. I never could go to sleep without him beside me. It was a wonder I'd ever been able to before.

A/N: I didn't specify a time frame in this on purpose. I'll let you come to your own conclusions there. It's just "in the future." I'm a little sad and melancholy that it's over with. However, I have a few different stories I am working on that need a bit of tweaking before I begin posting. This makes me excited.

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