“Caress her skin like it’s glass, she hears your voice making plans, and sees your face in her hands… But it was a kiss, it took me away, it’s like he knew that I am fragile, he handled me like glass…”


“Marco?!” Marie called out, dropping her keys in the bowl by the front door. She peeked into the living room and saw nothing, and walked to drop her purse off in the kitchen. Everything looked untouched from this morning, and she checked the microwave clock. Past eight. He should’ve already been back from the Suter’s house. “Marco?”

The next thing she heard was the soft padding of feet coming towards her. When she looked around the corner, Marco was making his way to the kitchen in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. She could see the outline of his member from beneath the fabric, and she blushed, turning her head away. After nearly nine months of mostly platonic touching, it was intimidating to see him in this state. Because beneath his briefs was a situation she’d be dealing with shortly, and if she was honest with herself, she was not quite pleased with her body post-pregnancy.

There were extra pounds to lose, a little belly that wasn’t as flat as it used to be, faint stretch marks on hips that were once pretty much flawless… And when Marie looked down at herself, she didn’t entirely like the body she saw; almost resented it. Her body wasn’t what it used to be and she feared that once Marco realized that, he wouldn’t want her like how he used to want her.

“Are you nervous?” He grinned boyishly and placed his hands on her hips, giving them a gentle squeeze. When she flicked her eyes up to meet his, he buried his waist into hers.

Marie blushed, chewing nervously on her bottom lip as she felt him against her, “you’re hard.”

“Yeah I was thinking about tonight and…” his smile began to fade and he shook her hips gently, “wait. Do you not… want to?”

Marie brought a hand up to her forehead in thought. A part of her always wanted to. But another part was pointing out all the reasons why she shouldn’t. “It won’t be good,”

Marco furrowed his eyebrows and looked back, spotting the kitchen table. He stumbled back towards it, bringing Marie with him, and cleared his throat as he sat down in one of the chairs. “Why’s that?”

“Because it’s different. It’s going to feel different… weird… bad. ‘Cause of the baby… all loose and windsock-ish…”

He closed his eyes and let out a few soft chuckles.

Marie pushed his hands off of her hips, “don’t laugh.” She folded her arms across her chest, “there’s all this extra flabby stuff, and marks that you’re not gonna like.”

“What are you talking about? Baby,” he reached for her hips again and pulled her into his lap. “It’s not gonna be loose or… windsock-ish,” he held back more giggles for her sake. “You gave me a daughter, so I don’t care about a few extra pounds and some stretch marks… You’re fucking gorgeous, and it’s gonna feel great just to be inside you again.” He caressed her neck and turned her head to face him so he could kiss her lips. “You know how long I’ve been waiting to fuck you again?”

She looked up into his eyes and ran her fingertips along his jaw.

“Since February,” he smiled and left out a soft giggle. “It’s September. At this point, you could be a windsock, and I’d still probably fuck you.”

She smiled and set her forehead against his, “you should’ve just stopped talking after September.” After leaning in to kiss his nose, Marie buried her face into the base of his neck, “what if you don’t come?”

“Out of the issues we’re probably going to run into tonight, that’s definitely not going to be one of them.” He stood from the chair, placing one arm behind Marie’s back, with the other beneath her knees, and carried her to their bedroom.

He laid her down, immediately smothering her body with his. Their lips connected with reinvigorated passion, and Marco lay in a position partially on top of her and partially holding his weight up. He dropped his hips to hers, nudging playfully to rub his erection against the fabric of her jeans and his briefs.

Already, Marie was growing more nervous. She wanted him, no doubt. But what it would be like and if he would enjoy himself was an entirely different story that led to an entirely different set of nerves. For a moment at least, she was able to focus her attention on Marco as he trailed his lips to her neck, then her chest, using his hands to work her sweater upwards. She arched her back, helping out the process of getting it off. Her apprehensions about her stomach went unnoticed by Marco as he danced his lips over her soft breasts, only concealed by her lavender bra.

He pushed a hand beneath her body, pressing it up against her mid-back, angling her torso towards his lips as he moved down further. While he let out a soft moan, Marie looked down at him, moving one of her hands to his head, tangling her fingers in his hair. Each time his mouth moved to a different spot, Marie moaned at the sight of slick, shiny spots on her skin where his tongue had previously been. And when his lips reached her hip, just above the hem of her pants, he pulled his mouth away from her body. His hands squeezed her thighs, moving up to her hips, then her stomach, all the while his eyes danced over her figure.

“God, you’re beautiful. I don’t know what I want to touch first,”

His eyes darted up and down as if fighting an internal battle with himself over which part of her body he wanted to pay attention to first. Finally he settled on her breasts, leaning back over her completely while his hands kneaded them from over her bra.

“Ow, Marco…” she shrieked, bringing her hands to his. His touch was bit too rough, given that they’d been sore since she started breastfeeding and pumping.

“Sorry,” he whispered. “Problem number one, got it.” He offered a quick smile and moved a hand behind her back, skillfully unclasping her bra and yanking it off in one fluid motion.

He stared as they bounced free and licked his lips before bending in and planting his mouth on the center of her chest. After a quick kiss, he swept his tongue along the curve of her breast. Marie closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh, opening back up when his touch disappeared. It was then she noticed he was kneeling on the floor in front of her, admiring her form for just a moment before reaching forward to unbutton her pants.

Marco tucked his fingertips into them, peeling them back towards her ankles, holding each leg separately to work the tight denim over her feet. With her pants off, Marie had planted her feet to the mattress, pressing her legs together to conceal as much of her body as possible in that position. Back on his knees, Marco slowly spread her legs apart, meeting no resistance, and brought his mouth to her inner thigh.

A small smile spread over her lips as his beard tickled along her skin, and she looked down at him as he began to peel her underwear away from her center. Once the fabric was past her knees, she squeezed them together, again growing nervous with the way she perceived herself to look.

“I’ll still eat you out with your legs together… It’ll just be a lot easier if you spread ‘em.” He pursed his lips together, reveling in the fact that she actually listened to him. With her legs spread, he hooked his arms around her thighs and dragged her closer to the foot of the bed. His gaze focused on her face as he opened his mouth and slid his tongue from her entrance up to her clit. And after making contact, her legs flinched, squeezing together slightly before relaxing back to their open state. “So sensitive,” he cooed, keeping his eyes locked on her face.

Marie moaned an agreement and tilted her head to the side to get a better angle of Marco as he lowered his mouth back to her, slipping his tongue between her folds before making contact with her clit again. Her legs twitched, less than before, and she chewed her lower lip, watching as he rolled his lips over her clit before sucking it into his mouth. Her back arched and she let out a louder sigh, resting a hand on top of Marco’s head, not adding any sort of pressure to it just yet.

Her lungs tried to search for enough air, and within a split second, Marco pulled back to lick his middle finger and replaced his lips back to her swollen clit before she even had time to protest. With his finger rimming her entrance, he pushed it into her slowly, studying her reaction to see how much she could take. Her mouth dropped open in a silent wince, and after twisting his finger inside of her so his palm was face up, he paused so she could adjust.

“Baby, it’s not loose at all. Problem number two, avoided,” he murmured. With his finger holding still in her pussy, he placed soft kisses on her inner thighs, licking his way back to her center.

Her laugh turned into a gasp for air as Marco replaced his lips on her, sucking inward as his finger began to slowly thrust into her. With how long it had been, it might as well have been his full-sized member because it felt the same way as their first time in Montreal. And just like that time, she willed herself to just take it and keep quiet.

Only when Marco pulled his finger out and set two fingers at her entrance, Marie reached down and pushed them away from her. “No…” she whined softly, resting on her elbows to make sure he didn’t put his fingers back.

“No or not yet?” He questioned in a soft whisper. There was a difference and he needed it clarified in order to know how far to take her tonight.

“Not yet, I…”

He nodded and adjusted himself between her legs, holding up his index finger, “just one. Not two.” He kissed her leg again, waiting for her to lie back down before returning his mouth to her core, massaging his tongue over her swollenness.

He gave her a few moments before slipping a finger back into her. It was just as tight as before, and this time he felt her muscles clenching down around his finger. Marco moaned against her, shaking his head side to side to move her clit wildly inside his mouth. And when she shut her eyes in pure bliss, he shut his as well, his finger moving at a rhythmic pace, working her closer to the edge. With his free hand, Marco pulled his cock out of his briefs and stroked it slowly, keeping himself hard in the event that Marie was ready to go all the way tonight.

Her insides started to quiver, and she felt her muscles starting to react involuntarily to his mouth. Marie leaned up on one elbow, bringing her other hand to Marco’s head, lacing her fingers in his hair. With gentle tugs, she seethed out moans from between her clenched teeth, and lost it, shaking until she fell back onto the bed. Marco smiled as best he could with his mouth open, watching her experience as he lapped up her come.

When she lay spent, with her chest heaving, he kissed her thigh and slowly pulled his finger out of her. Tasting the product of her arousal, he wiped his mouth and crawled back over her, tucking a hand beneath her body to drag her further up onto the bed until her head hit the pillows.

Marco really wanted her; to be inside of her. And he feared that things would end for the night. He made the decision to try and make a move, and if she protested, he’d quit for the night. Ultimately it was up to her. He’d be ready for her anytime she wanted him. He was under no illusion that pushing out a human had left her in a delicate state. Taking a leap of faith, Marco grabbed hold of the base of his dick and lined it up with her entrance.

Immediately, Marie’s hands went to his forearms, and Marco let out a silent breath. “Wait…”

He looked down at her, not pressing his case at all.

“I’m not back on the pill yet…”

Her words came out softly. Every fear he had about having to finish himself off in the bathroom dissolved. “You want me to wear a condom, or…?”

Marie could see the relief in his face by her words, yet she was still apprehensive about how this would actually turn out. “I just don’t want to get pregnant again. Yet,”

“Yeah, of course,” Marco leaned over and pulled open the nightstand drawer, sifting through it until he felt a foil packet.

“You could just pull out…” her words kind of trailed off, and she sunk back further, shrugging softly when Marco flicked his eyes to hers. “If you want to, I mean.”

He smiled, flashing his teeth and threw the packet back onto the nightstand, leaning in to kiss her lips. “God, I love you,” He drifted his lips to her neck, sucking on it softly as he realigned himself with her center.

“Just go slow,”

Marco hummed a response and sat back on his knees. Slowly, gently, he eased himself forward, burying the head of his cock into her. Marie let out a soft groan, one Marco recognized of discomfort rather than pleasure. He bent forward to kiss her lips quickly, before sitting back and refocusing on the task at hand. His main objective was to be able to sink into her, but he also desperately wanted to do that without making her cry.

He touched his tongue to his upper lip, the way he did when he played hockey; full of concentration. Marie watched the way he carefully and deliberately lowered himself into her. She caught his gaze and buried her teeth into her bottom lip. It was all she could do to keep from letting out a yelp. And the last thing she wanted to do was traumatize Marco more than she already was.

While all wrapped up in thinking about staying calm, it was only moments later until Marco leaned back over to kiss her. It was also then she realized he had pushed himself all the way into her, and there was a quick moment of relief followed up by a quick moment of panic.

Marco groaned into her mouth, cupping her neck with one hand as he began pumping in and out of her. Their breathing aligned, and Marie bent her legs, trying to get more comfortable. It was definitely different, no doubt about it. No amount of reading or explanation could’ve prepared her for the way it would feel. Not totally awful, and therefore exceeded her expectations, but she could definitely tell Marco was getting more out of it than she was.

“I can stop,” he whispered, his movements rocking her body along the bed. Quickly, he brushed a piece of her hair away from her face.

Marie shook her head and dug her fingers into his hips. She had gotten her release tonight, and after months of waiting, Marco deserved his as well.

---

He came on her stomach as they had agreed upon, and Marco was ready to roll over in bed and relax. Only there was someone knocking on the front door, and with Marie needing to clean herself up, it left that duty up to him. But he lay in bed, putting it off as Marie shuffled into the bathroom.

“It could be Ryan or Becky,” she warned, bringing a wet washcloth to her stomach.

Marco groaned and pushed himself out of bed, searching the room for his boxers, “they would’ve called if something was wrong.”

“Well it must be important because no one would come knocking on our door at this hour,” she glanced over at him as he slid his underwear in place and exited the bedroom. Left alone, she padded back into the bedroom and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. So it wasn’t the same as it used to be, but it was comforting to know that it could get Marco off.

She listened as the front door opened, and heard Marco offer a pleasant greeting. It clearly wasn’t anything detrimental about Sofia. But then Marie heard a voice she’d gone awhile without hearing. Shuffling around, she located her cotton underwear and slipped it on before doing the same with one of Marco’s t-shirts to cover her chest. With that she bolted into the other room with newfound speed.

Notes

"Glass" by Gavin DeGraw.

Not story related, but this song is so beautiful <3