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Seth groaned
beneath her, and she felt him harden even more under her hand. He stretched out
his legs and pressed his fingers into the flesh of her ass through the denim of
her jeans.

The feel of his
body tensing up beneath her was nearly as arousing as the touch of his hands. Erin
was breathing faster now, and she could feel a pulsing intensify between her
legs.

She trailed a
line of kisses down until she met his lips. His mouth opened for hers
immediately, and she sucked his tongue into her mouth. As they kissed, she kept
squeezing the hardening bulge at the front of his pants, until Seth began to
grunt softly into her mouth and slid his hands up to tug at her shirt.

Deciding he had
the right idea, Erin managed to tear her lips away from his so he could pull
her shirt off over her head. Then he unhooked her bra and pulled the fabric
away from her breasts, baring them to his intent gaze.

Her breasts
were definitely not what they’d been before she’d been pregnant and nursed
their daughter, but Seth didn’t seem to mind the difference. His eyes raked
over her naked upper body—wild and possessive.

 “Seth,” she
breathed, dropping her head backwards and sliding her hands up to cup her breasts.

Seth made a
sound in his throat that vaguely resembled a growl, and he pulled on her body
until she’d raised herself up enough for him to take one nipple in his mouth.

Erin shifted
her hands to the back of the couch. Clutched at the cushions and moaned low in
her throat as Seth’s skillful mouth and tongue suckled, teased, and stimulated
her.

When she began
to squirm her hips, trying to get some friction against her arousal, Erin
decided foreplay had gone on long enough.

She pulled her
body away from him, causing Seth to make a throaty sound of disappointment. Then
she stumbled off him completely, so she could take off her jeans and panties.

Considering
something for the first time, she gave Seth a dry smile as she struggled to
pull off her jeans. “Why don’t you spread one of those throws out underneath
you?”

Seth was
slouching low on the couch, looking rumpled and flushed and irresistible. He
blinked at her, still staring at her now naked body in a hot daze. “Why?”

She shrugged
sheepishly. “The couch is new.”

It only took a
moment for him to understand her point. With a soft laugh, he agreeably heaved
himself up and spread out a fleece throw beneath him before he sat down again. “How
much of a mess are you expecting us to make?”

“Well,” Erin
replied defensively, straddling him again. “You never know. I seem to recall an
occasion or two where I became unusually...wet.”

Seth smiled dangerously
at the memory. “I seem to recall that as well.” One of his hands slipped
between her legs to stroke her pussy. “Any sign of excessive wetness today?”

She huffed at
him. Or tried to huff. It came out more as a breathless gasp as his fingers
found what they were looking for. “Oh, yeah,” she breathed, arching back as he
stroked her. “A little bit.”

After a moment,
she realized that Seth still had all his clothes on. While she saw no reason
for them to waste the time in getting him entirely naked, she didn’t want him
totally covered either. So she started to bunch up his shirt until he had to
free his hand from between her legs in order to let her pull the shirt off over
his head.

When his chest
was bare, she caressed the hard, smooth lines of his shoulders and ribs. Then
reached down to the button of his jeans. With a little fumbling and adjusting
from both of them, his hard cock was free and accessible.

She rolled her
thumb over the tip, making him grunt and buck up into her hand. “Erin.”

She gazed down
at his tense face and sprawled body. Felt a surge of love, power, and
possessiveness overwhelm her.

She brushed her
hand down the hard length of his shaft.

Seth groaned
faintly and fisted his hand in the sofa beside him.

She would have
loved to draw this out even more—she loved every breathless sound—but her own
arousal was pushing her into urgency.

Seth had scooted
down enough now to make the positioning easier, so she raised herself up on her
knees over his lap. He moved a hand to his cock to lift it into position, and,
when she could feel the tip of it nudging her entrance, she lowered herself
over him, taking him fully inside.

They both
groaned as she sheathed his cock with her body. His hips pumped up a few times
against her weight, in three initial, involuntary thrusts.

Erin hissed out
a pleased sound at the tight fullness and wrapped her arms tightly around him,
holding him as close as she could.

Seth’s arms
were around her too, and they stayed in a deep, intimate embrace for a minute,
breathing deeply and holding each other.

Erin loved it. Loved
the quiet urgency of it. Loved how absolutely close she felt to him. How much
of him she could feel.

Couldn’t
believe she was capable of loving and being loved like this.

But Seth finally
started shifting beneath her. His voice was breathless and right in her ear. “I’m
sorry, baby. You’ve got to move.”

She felt another
silly wave of giddiness. She loved that he needed her like this. Needed her in
so many ways.

Erin began to
rock over him, causing the substance of his cock to shift inside her with
subtle, luscious friction.

Seth took a
quick breath, his expression tight and focused. He moved his arms until his
fingers dug into the flesh of her ass, unconsciously guiding her motion.

All of the
gathered urgency at her center pushed her to ride him for real, to claim the
aching orgasm that was waiting for her. But she kept her motion slow, minimal,
increasing their need and extending their pleasure.

“Erin,” Seth
choked, one of his arms reaching out to fumble for purchase on the cushion
beside him, as he visibly struggled to suppress his drive to thrust, to claim
her, to fuck her. His face twisted, and his pelvis almost squirmed beneath her
rocking. “Fuck, Erin.”

“Yeah,” Erin
breathed, searching out his lips in a hungry, clumsy kiss. Her tongue dipped
into his mouth, stroking into it in a rhythmic, instinctive pattern.

Seth grunted,
as he buried the fingers of one hand in her hair.

She felt
another overwhelming surge of feeling. Of intoxicated giddiness. Of tenderness.
Of familiarity. Of need. Of visceral heat. Of love.

Of love.

Of
love
.

All of it at
once.

She had to hold
him tighter, had to squeeze him with her arms, with her legs, with her inner
muscles.

His whole body
twitched in response to her tightening around him. His hips jerked up and he
tore his mouth away from hers. “Erin, baby,” he panted, his head lolling back
onto the couch behind him. “Please.”

She released a
long, lingering moan and then released the hold she’d had on her weakening
control. Started to move over him more rapidly, more urgently—riding him with a
fast, satisfying rhythm.

“Yes,” Seth
hissed, holding onto her ass and pulling her back onto him more deeply on every
down stroke. “Yes.”

Erin was
already panting, her entire body flushed. Her motion was slightly limited in
her position, straddling him on the couch, but her thighs worked frantically,
trying to give them both the friction they needed. “Yeah,” she huffed out, her
voice choppy as she bounced over him. “God, Seth.”

Seth’s neck jerked,
and he swallowed a loud exclamation of either effort or restraint. His skin was
covered in a sheen of sweat, and he was visibly trying to hold himself back.

Erin knew this
afternoon had been emotionally taxing for him. Knew he didn’t have the control
he normally had.

She didn’t want
him to have to hold back anymore. She could feel her own orgasm swelling up, so
she tried to angle her hips to get a little more friction on her clit.

Her whole body jiggled
with her motion, and it sent jolts of stimulation shooting back to the ache at
her core. She was grunting now as much as Seth was.

“Fuck,” Seth
gasped, his back arching against the sofa. Then he started bucking his hips up
into her bouncing, unable to hold himself back anymore.

His clumsy
thrusting intensified the sensations. She could feel the moisture seeping out
from where they were joined. Could hear the wet sound of suction beneath the
slapping of their skin together.

His cock was
hitting inside her now, and her clit was getting exquisite, indirect
stimulation.

Erin could feel
her climax starting to peak. Felt like her entire body was going to burst into
flame.

With a
desperate sound, she found Seth’s mouth again. Needed to feel him. Love him. Be
as close as she could possibly make him.

She was kissing
him hungrily, frantically, when her orgasm finally broke. She didn’t pull away
from his mouth as her body started to convulse.

She heard Seth
make a helpless, choking sound into her mouth as Erin whimpered with the waves
of pleasure. But she kept her arms around him. Kept kissing him.

And was still
kissing him when she felt him come too.

His hips pushed
up into her clenching muscles, and his arms tightened around her so suddenly
she grunted in surprise.

Then she felt the
tension in his body release itself. Heard him moan—long, low, and guttural. Felt
the pulsing of his cock against the tight clasp of her body. Felt him come in
short spasms inside her.

Their mouths
finally parted as their bodies began to relax. Both of them panted desperately.
Hot, damp, clinging to each other, their skin sticking resiliently.

“Seth,” Erin
gasped, her head falling forward until it was buried in the space between his
head and shoulders. “I love you so much.”

“I know,” Seth
replied hoarsely. His body was softening beneath her, and his hands were no
longer urgent. Instead, they were stroking her back and hips tenderly. “I love
you too.”

They sat like
that for a long time, completely absorbed in their silent, lingering embrace.

Until Erin
became aware of a few uncomfortable details. Her back was getting a little
chilly. And there was a lot of moisture leaking out from where Seth’s sated
cock was still inside her.

But she still
didn’t want to move. Said randomly, “Did you ever imagine we would end up
here?”

“On the couch? I
figured we’d have sex here eventually.”

Erin snorted. “You
know what I mean.” She lifted her face so she could look down on him.

There was a long
pause while Seth watched her deeply, silently.

“Yeah,” he
admitted at last. “I know what you mean.”

She stupidly
got a little choked up. Managed to catch herself before she started to cry. “When
did you fall in love with me?” she asked, wondering why she was saying the
words, even as they were leaving her mouth.

Seth’s brows
drew together as he studied her. “I don’t know, but I did.”

She sighed, a
final release of something long-held and life-changing.

“When did you
fall in love with me?” Seth asked eventually, repeating her question back to
her.

She’d thought a
lot about that question. Had spent a ludicrous amount of time trying to figure
it out. Still didn’t have a good answer.

Didn’t even
care anymore.

She grinned
down at Seth. As ridiculous as it would have sounded to her two years ago, they
were together in every possible way.

She hoped she
could spend the rest of her life with him.

Concluded, “I
don’t know either. But I did.”

Erin woke up hot and
uncomfortable.

She was barely
on the verge of waking, so she wasn’t conscious enough to work out any details
of her situation. She was burning up, though, sweating beneath the covers, and
it felt like a heavy weight was draped over her side.

She moaned and
tried to stretch out, hoping some of the heat would lessen with a change of
position.

She couldn’t
move. Couldn’t stretch. The unknown weight had trapped her, and she started to
realize that it was the source of the insufferable heat.

Trying to pry
her eyes open, she squirmed beneath the weight. Finally figured out it was Seth.

He’d been
spooning her when they'd gone to sleep last night, and he must not have rolled
over afterwards the way he normally did.

Instead, he’d
sort of rolled on top of her. She was still lying on her side, but Seth was
almost draped over her.

And Seth’s body
was ridiculously hot.

Erin’s back was
damp where it was pressed up against his chest, and the skin of her legs clung
to his.

As she became
more lucid, she realized something else. Part of her discomfort was caused by
something other than the heat and weight. It was caused by something hard
against her ass.

“Seth,” she mumbled,
wriggling in an attempt to escape her imprisonment. “Seth, roll over.”

He
grunted—obviously still asleep—and instinctively pushed his pelvis into her
butt.

“Seth,” Erin
grumbled, her voice clearer and louder now, “Seth, you’re poking me in the
ass.”

“Sorry,” Seth
muttered vaguely, his arm tightening around her belly uncomfortably, holding
her trapped against his heat. “Nice ass.”

Erin would have
giggled had she not been so uncomfortable. It wasn’t often she was awake before
him, and even less often that she was more lucid. “Seth,” she snapped
sharply—mostly just to wake him up. She punctuated the word with a hard pump of
her hips back against him.

“Huh.” His
warm, pliant body tensed slightly behind her, and she knew he’d finally woken
up.

“Would you mind
taking your hard-on over to your side of the bed?” she asked grumpily. “I’m
trying to sleep.”

“Oh.” Seth
still sounded half-asleep, but he managed to roll away from her. “Should have
told me.”

Feeling a
delicious sense of freedom, Erin pushed down the bedcovers, letting the cool
air of the room waft over her hot skin. Her back was sore, so she tried to
stretch it, but it didn’t help much. She still felt stiff and irritable and
clunky.

“Y’right?” Seth
mumbled, his voice no longer right at her ear.

“Yeah. Just hot
and stiff. What time is it?” There were two clocks in the room, but Erin was
far too lazy to turn her head enough to look at one of them.

“Six-thirty. You
were supposed to sleep in today.”

“I am. I’m not
moving for another two hours at least.” Feeling cooler now, she pulled up the
bedcovers. Realized something else. “Except I have to pee.”

“That’s
unfortunate.” She could feel Seth shifting on the mattress beside her, even
though she wasn’t looking in his direction. “I, however, have misfortunes of my
own.”

Erin huffed.
“It’s not my fault you always wake up hard.”

“Not always.”
He was obviously fully awake now, and his voice was cool and natural. “But I
would have thought, since I’m not working today and we were intending to sleep
in, that this is one morning when we could actually do something about my
unfortunate condition.”

“I’m not sure
I’m in the mood.” She wore a cotton chemise, and she pulled it down to cover
her hips—which were a little rounder than they’d been seven months ago. “I have
my own conditions, and I have to pee.”

“Believe it or
not,” Seth drawled from his side of the bed. “There’s a fairly simple solution
to that dilemma.”

Erin gave an
anguished groan at the thought, but she managed to roll off the bed and heave
herself into a standing position. Then she padded clumsily to the bathroom in
her bare feet.

When she
returned to bed a few minutes later, she crawled back under the covers and gave
a contented sigh. Gloried in the feel of being awake in bed in the morning but
not having any pressing reason to get up.

It was
Saturday, but Seth often worked on Saturday mornings. Because he wasn’t going
to work today, it felt almost like a holiday.

“Now that
your
pressing need is taken care of,” he said, “we could consider doing something
about mine.”

“I have to
think about it.” She closed her eyes and wished she could fall right back to
sleep. “To see if I’m in the mood.”

“All right.”

So Erin thought
about it. Thought about making love to Seth. About letting him tease her into
arousal and then slid his cock inside her. About letting him fuck her until she
was thrashing and screaming with pleasure.

Erin thought
about it so much and so vividly that, ten minutes later, she was really turned
on.

“Okay,” she
said breathlessly, hoping he hadn’t gone back to sleep. “I’m in the mood.”

Seth was still
awake.

As soon as she
spoke, he rolled back over, fitting his naked body against her back. He tucked
one of his arms under her shoulder until he was holding her in an embrace. Then
he used his other arm to stroke her breasts, belly, and thighs—sliding his palm
over the thin fabric of her chemise.

This time, the
feel of his hard cock against her ass wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, every time
she felt it rub against her, her inner muscles clenched instinctively, as if
she were trying to pull him inside her.

She was flushed
again—this time with erotic urgency—when he slipped a hand between her legs.
His lips worked on the side of her neck, mouthing at the delicate skin there.
Then his fingers nudged her thighs apart and slipped between her folds.

Erin gasped as
she felt his finger slide in. She rubbed her hips against his pelvis, trying to
get any friction she could.

Then Seth
pushed her chemise up until it was bunched around her waist and bent her
forward a little to give himself better access.

She felt his
cock push against her entrance. She hummed in anticipation. Then felt him start
to penetrate her.

“Yeah,” she
breathed, when he’d buried himself inside her. Straightening up so she could
feel the whole length of his body against hers, she sighed, “So good.”

“Hmm,” Seth
agreed throatily, his free hand brushing over her lush curves until it stroked
its way down to her throbbing clit. “Good.”

Erin whimpered
again when she felt two of his fingers rubbing little circles over her clit.
The pressure of an orgasm began to build. “Just like that,” she whispered,
starting to pump her hips back against him, seeking a rhythm.

Seth pulled his
pelvis back and stroked into her, nudging her legs apart a little more. His
breath was hot and rushed at her ear, mingling into the texture of Erin's own
gasps.

She moaned in
deep pleasure and waited for his next thrust. Lifted her upper thigh some more,
wanting to feel him as much as she could.

He thrust
again, and Erin bumped her ass back, unable to hold herself still.

Then he
initiated a steady, leisurely rhythm, working her over with his hand and
thrusting into her from behind. Soon Erin was writhing and gasping and fumbling
for something to hold onto. Her orgasm welled up quickly, and she was gasping out
silly combinations of the words, “Yes” and “Seth.”

Seth had been
alternating between nuzzling her hair and mouthing her neck, but suddenly she
felt his teeth close down on the skin at her jaw.

The slight pain
was enough to push her over the edge, and she came, trapped in the pleasurable
friction between his fingers on her clit and his cock inside her.

She froze as
the waves of pleasure washed over her. Then she pumped against him clumsily,
trying to draw out the contractions.

As she tightened
ruthlessly around him, Seth gave a hoarse grunt and started thrusting harder
and faster.

His thrusts
were almost excruciating, the friction so powerful against her sensitive flesh.

He kept
massaging her swollen clit, and Erin couldn’t stop making mewling noises—her
entire body felt so incredibly good. She was panting desperately now, and she
could hear that Seth was too.

Then he started
grunting, and his motion became less controlled, more urgent, almost wild.

“Yeah, Seth. Come.”

He was losing
the precise massage of her clit, but he kept pushing into it with his fingers,
generating deep pleasure that all seemed to coalesce somewhere below her belly.

His grunting
was rhythmic and erotic, and Erin felt herself instinctively responding, with
breathless, matching grunts of “Uh huh.”

Until she came
again, the tension breaking inside of her as she convulsed frantically,
grabbing behind her to claw at Seth’s bare hip.

Seth pelvis
jerked a few last times. And he bit out, “Erin,” and “Love.” Then he came too,
his release pulsing through both his body and hers.

Seth was
breathing in fast, thick pants against her neck when Erin finally felt herself
come down. Her body was washed with relaxation, and she stretched out again,
feeling drowsy and warm and content.

One of Seth’s
hands had settled on her belly, and Erin’s covered it there. Then she turned her
head so he could kiss her.

“Best morning
I’ve had in a long time,” Seth murmured.

She smiled. “Me
too. You should skip work more often.”

Seth’s only response
was to kiss her again.

They lay
together for a long time, until Seth’s softened cock eventually slipped out,
and Erin could feel the moisture from their coupling leaking out between her
thighs.

She squirmed
uncomfortably but refrained from complaining.

Eventually, she
said, “We should check on Mackenzie. She’s probably awake by now.”

“Hmm,” Seth
murmured noncommittally.

“I’d hate to
think the poor little pumpkin was standing pathetically at the gate, waiting to
get out.”

“I’m sure we’d
have heard about it if she was.” His hand was idly caressing the tight skin of
her belly.

They had
switched Mackenzie’s crib out for a toddler bed a few weeks ago, as they were
approaching her second birthday, and the transition had gone remarkably well.
But they’d installed a baby gate at the door of her bedroom, so she wouldn’t be
able to roam around the whole apartment during the night, which she’d done a
couple of times at first.

“Please? It’s
almost seven-thirty. She usually gets up before seven.”

Seth grumbled
under his breath, but he rolled over, pulled himself out of bed, grabbed a pair
of trousers to put on, then paced out of the room toward Mackenzie’s nursery.

Erin decided
she had to pee again, so she ran to the bathroom as quickly as she could. Went
and then cleaned herself up a little. Managed to get back in bed before Seth
returned—so he wouldn’t know she'd gotten up anyway, despite her insistence on
his being the one to check on their daughter.

Shortly, Seth
returned to the bedroom. Left the door open, but got back into bed in his
trousers and scooted over to spoon Erin again from behind. “She’s fine.”

“She was
awake?”

“Yes. She’d
gotten out of bed and was playing very happily by herself. She had all her
stuffed rabbits lined up in rows on the floor. In fact, she looked rather peeved
when I interrupted her fun.”

“I guess it’s a
good sign that she knows how to amuse herself. How was her diaper?”

“Wet,” Seth
replied, draping his arm around her again. “The first thing she did was
announce that she had ‘gone peepee’ in her diaper. And then she glared at me as
if it were my fault.”

They had
started toilet-training recently, and Mackenzie was therefore intensely
fascinated with her peeing and pooping schedule.

Erin giggled.
“Poor Seth. Gets blamed for everything.”

Seth leaned his
head forward so he could kiss the sensitive spot just under her ear. “The
injustice is appalling,” he murmured huskily, the vibrations sending shivers
down her spine.

“What is she
doing now?”

“Playing with
her rabbits. I told her to come find us when she’s done.”

Erin felt an
unavoidable thread of worry. She shifted a little. “Maybe I should go—”

“She’s fine,” Seth
insisted.

“Right,” Erin
mumbled in agreement.

“We should
enjoy the peace and quiet.”

Erin smiled and
nestled back into his body. “Yeah, I suppose. For a few minutes, at least. I’m
sure she’ll get bored pretty soon anyway.”

“I thought you
weren’t going to get out of bed until 8:30.” His lips were against her skin again
and his tone was taking on that husky tone that Erin knew very well. “That sounded
like a good plan to me.”

She chuckled
and reached up to pat his cheek. “Sweetie, I think we’ve had all of that kind
of fun that we’re going to have this morning. Mackenzie’s going to barge in at
any moment.”

Seth exhaled
resignedly. “I wasn’t suggesting anything. It’s not like I’m constantly trying to
jump you, you know.”

She wriggled
her butt against his groin. “How disappointing. And here I thought I’ve been
looking so irresistibly voluptuous for the last few months.”

She could feel Seth
smiling against her hair. “Voluptuous doesn’t even come close.”

Erin shivered
again.

“Mommy,” a little
voice came from the hall.

Seth released
another resigned sigh.

“Mommy,” Mackenzie
called again. Then a little redheaded girl appeared in the doorway, with messy
hair, bare feet, and a lavender cotton nightgown.

“Good morning,
pumpkin,” Erin told her daughter with a smile as she padded over toward the
bed. “Are you done playing with your bunnies?”