“Beautiful, one of a kind, you’re something special babe. And you don’t even realize that you’re my heart’s desire…”


The season was in the home stretch now. Tonight Marco would be coming home from the last road trip of the regular season. The last two games would be played at home, and because of the tight playoff situation, the last two games would be needed to determine whether or not the team would clinch a spot.

It wasn’t the position they hoped to be in. No one wanted to wait for the last games to try and make a playoff spot. That was the sort of thing you hoped to figure out in mid March. It caused a massive amount of stress to the guys, and even though Marco always tried to never bring that stuff home, Marie could tell it was frustrating him.

By the time he got home, Marie was curled up on the couch, reading a magazine. From the corner, their record player was playing a Frank Sinatra album; something slow and calming. They had begun investing in vinyls at the start of the year and now played them on a regular basis.

“Vous lisez Dostoyevsky?” Are you reading Dostoyevsky? He shrugged off his pea coat and hung it in the closet, walking closer to her.

Marie sat up and closed the magazine, showing him the cover.

“Cosmopolitan… Close,” she set the magazine on the coffee table and stood up, rubbing her tired eyes as she approached him. “Comment était le voyage,” How was the trip?

“Je suis heureux d’être maison,” I’m just happy to be home. He curled his hands around her ears, getting ready to kiss her, but she pulled away. He knew what she was taken aback by, and he set his hands on her shoulders to calm her down. “It broke so I had one of the dentist’s pull it. I’m a legit hockey player now, missing tooth and all,”

“So now I’m marrying a hillbilly? You’re just going to have a gaping hole in your mouth for the wedding?”

“They’re working on a flipper for me. Don’t worry, no one will ever know I’m a hillbilly. That’ll be our little secret,” he grinned but Marie wasn’t impressed.

Even when they kissed, Marie groaned and pulled back. Part of her wanted to admit it was kind of sexy. She imagined Marco throwing a couple punches, and just taking one in the mouth. “I’m trying to schedule the wedding plans. Is July good for the bachelor party, or do you think we should move it to June?” Marie pressed her hands to his chest, pulling away just enough to talk. Even though they were still months away from it, she wanted to get all the plans finalized so she wouldn’t have to be so stressed come wedding day.

Marco shook his head and pressed his fingertips to her lips in an attempt to quiet her down. After the picture she had sent him earlier in the trip, he didn’t want anything but to have her tonight. “You don’t get to send me pictures of your naked body, and then greet me home with discussions about me having a party with strippers.” He bit into his bottom lip and growled hungrily, like all he wanted to do was ravish her right then and there.

“So you like the pictures?”

He grabbed onto her hips, squeezing them tightly. He was trying to control every ounce of animal instinct in him, but was having a rough go at it. “What’s not to like? Your hair all sprawled out on the pillow.” He reached for her breasts, cupping them and pushing his face into her t-shirt covered cleavage. “Your breasts so goddamn full. Your body twisted in my sheets, showing off your pretty little pussy…”

She moaned in his ear, reaching down to press her palm against his crotch and his growing member beneath his pants. “And the video was satisfactory?”

Marco wrapped his arm around her body and smacked his hand down against her ass. His eyes were full of lust and he stumbled forward to pin her to the wall. With his hands pressed against the wall, he grinded his hips into hers, dry humping her until he felt his erection throb in his slacks. He nodded and ran his thumb over her lips, “it was on repeat the entire trip… I couldn’t get enough of watching you fuck yourself with that dildo… It’s bigger than the one I got you,”

“I had to invest in a few new items to satisfy myself while you were gone.”

Marco groaned and tilted her head back as far as it would go with her against the wall, and he pressed his lips to hers, biting and sucking carefully. “Voglia di scoparti così male,” I want to fuck you so badly.

She smiled and curled her hand around his neck. The ends of his hair were soft and getting longer, and as that momentarily distracted her, Marco lifted her up and carried him into the bedroom. Coming from the baby monitor, they both heard the score of Forrest Gump. Marie had put together a playlist of all the movies scores she found relaxing, and Sofia had been falling asleep to it for the past few months.

Marco cradled her body and laid her back on the bed, crawling over her, paying a little attention to each curve of her body. They fumbled with each other’s pants, Marie undoing his just enough to pull out his member, and Marco pushing her sweatpants only halfway down her thighs. She bent her legs, shoving the sweats down to her knees just in order to guide Marco’s dick to her entrance.

He tugged her hands away from his shaft and held them above her head using only one of his hands. With the other, he brought himself into her the rest of the way, letting out a low groan as he sunk into her. She winced at the way he filled her up in one go and clutched onto the sheet above her head, yanking it viciously.

Marie whimpered and moaned all at the same time, watching as Marco panted and sat up on his knees. He pushed her legs back until her thighs touched her chest. “Ah fuck,” he grumbled, looking down to watch the way his shaft disappeared inside of her. After licking his fingers, he set them on her clit.

“Oh God Marco,” she gasped as though both names were synonymous to the same person. She squeaked out a cry and brought her hand down around her legs, looking up at Marco.

He got the idea and held onto her hand, changing the speed of his fingers on her sensitive clit to move slower than his thrusts. When Marco felt his stomach knot up, he leaned forward, pinning her legs against her chest. Her ankles fell over each of his shoulders and shook as he pushed into her.

They pressed their foreheads together, making intense eye contact. Marie felt like she was going to burst and nearly lost her breath when, through the baby monitor, the shrill noise of a violin began as the Schindler’s List theme began. But Marco being ever present acknowledged she was distracted and brought her back to him with a long, deep thrust. She whined as the head of his dick pressed against her cervix and he pulled back, bending in to plant a kiss on her lips.

“I love you,” she whispered, curling her hand in his hair again. The eye contact was killing her, pushing her closer to the edge of reality. Marco buried himself inside her until he bottomed out, and readjusted their position, allowing Marie’s legs to fall back to the bed. He still lie on top of her, administering slow, even thrusts to rock them each closer to orgasm.

Now his body rubbed against her clit, adding more pressure than his fingers could. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, breathing softly in his ear. Marco grunted in her ear, fighting the urge to get his release until she could get hers.

“I want to have another baby with you,”

Marco lifted his head and looked down at her to make sure he had heard right. His face was flushed, her words nearly making it impossible for him to not come. He placed one hand on the back of her head, lifting it off the bed and tucked it into the base of his neck. She kissed his collarbone, moaning his name against his skin, and he lost it.

He released every drop of himself inside of her, body tensing each time, which only served to get Marie to reach her climax. Her body twitched and instinctively lowered further onto his cock, squeezing and convulsing around it. She cried out quietly and flung her head back on the pillows, digging her fingernails into Marco’s shoulders until he laid down on top of her, kissing her neck over and over again to calm her down. Marie held onto the back of his neck, gasping for air after her orgasm left her winded. Before he went completely soft, Marco pulled out of her and arranged himself so he could still lie on top of her.

“Did you mean that? Or was it a tactic to get me to come?” He grinned and kissed her lips slowly as he ran his hands over her ass.

“Either way, it worked.” She looked at him, noticing for the first time that he was still completely dressed with the exception of his penis hanging out of his pants. “But I meant it. I might be disillusioned and forgetting how painful it was, but I want another baby with you.” Marie brushed her fingers through his hair, finding it gave her something to focus on while she tried to form a complete thought. “I miss the feeling I used to get knowing that you had gotten me pregnant and we had made a baby together…”

“You mean after the initial fear,” he smiled against her skin as he bent lower to kiss her chest.

“I don’t know how to explain it. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more loved than I did in those nine months… Even when you were away,”

Marco kissed her once more and then rolled off of her, lifting his arm so she could curl into him and tuck her body into his. He looked down at her as she got situated, “you sure you want to get pregnant now? You’re planning a big wedding, and I know I haven’t seen the dress but I can almost guarantee you didn’t plan on having a baby in your belly when you sent it to the tailor.”

“First of all, it’s a seamstress. Second of all, you’re right.” Maybe she hadn’t really thought things through. If she got pregnant now, she’d almost be in her third trimester by the time the wedding rolled around. No, that wouldn’t do at all. “Maybe I’ll just go to the doctor about getting off my birth control… That’ll give my body a few months to do whatever it needs to do to get pregnant again. Until then though, you’ll have to wear condoms.”

He glanced over at her, feigning anger and cupped her face in his hands, scratching his beard against her. Marie squealed and writhed and bed trying to get him away from her but he was far too strong.

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The next morning, Marie stood in the kitchen pouring two cups of coffee as Marco padded in. While he was wearing a pair of boxer briefs, Marie had started the morning naked. After their conversation last night and the things they’d been going over in their counseling, she just wanted to change things up.

Marco sat down at the table and leaned back in the chair, admiring her body as she turned towards him and slowly carried both cups over. She sat down in the chair beside him and crossed her legs, bringing the cup up to her lips. She knew Marco liked what he was seeing.

“Uncross your legs,” he smiled, reaching over to tug on her knee.

“That’s unladylike,” she mocked playfully and swiped his hand away.

“I wanna see you… All of you,”

She blushed and stood up as they heard Sofia begin to cry through the baby monitor, “have you realized that you’re a prick sometimes?”

“You keep telling me that,” he called after her. Marco kept his eyes glued to the nursery door as she disappeared behind it. The moment she came back out, carrying Sofia on her hip, he nearly felt himself explode. His eyes were glued to her as she sat back down, returning to her business like nothing. “I’m not sure I should be having these impure thoughts with our daughter around,”

“Are they about her?” Marie flicked her eyes to his and giggled, pushing her coffee cup further back on the table as Sof reached for it.

“If I bent you over and fucked you right now, do you think she’s young enough to not remember it?”

Marie rolled her eyes and bounced her legs up and down. Sofia laughed and pointed at Marco, “Pa!”

He reached out and took her out of Marie’s hands, “Oh, did you hear daddy saying something naughty to mama?” He covered her ears gently, “abort mission, she knows.”

“There was no mission in the first place,” she picked up her cup and sipped on the coffee. It was starting to get a little cold, and she cringed at the stale taste. “I really want to set dates for the bachelor, bachelorette parties. June or July?”

Marco played with Sofia’s hands, “July, I guess. My mom’s having services for my dad in June. That’ll be our trip there,”

“Late July then,” Marie stood up and pulled open one of the kitchen drawers. It had become the drawer she kept all the wedding plans in. She grabbed a planner and flipped through it. “That’ll give us a couple months in Montreal… How’s July 22nd? It’s a Friday.”

“Fine,”

Marie penciled in the plans and flicked her eyes to Marco. He was staring at Sof absently as she babbled on in a conversation only she could understand. It looked like the realization he’d be attending his father’s funeral in June was a tad overwhelming.

She set the planner back in the drawer and padded back to Marco. Once behind him, she kneaded her fingers into his shoulders. He sucked in a deep breath and grabbed at his coffee cup, lifting it to his lips. The moment he set the cup back on the table, Marie held onto the sides of his face and tilted his head backwards, and planted a soft kiss on his lips. When she pulled back, they stared at each other, and Marco lifted a hand and held one of Marie’s.

“I love you,”

Notes

"Stay" by Nick Jonas.

LOL. That one Nick Jonas & the Administration song that I actually enjoyed.