Chapter 59.5 -

—Tobias

I'm surprised when I exit the nursery to find Tris pressed to me. After a moment, I recognize her lips on mine and press back to her eagerness, my hands finding their way to her hips.

Between the news I just gave her about the Bureau, and how she's shared her anxiety about having sex since giving birth, I'm surprised by this action from her.

Her motions are clear when she messes with the button on my pants.

It's been months since we've done anything. She had become uncomfortable during the third trimester of her pregnancy, and I had no intention of forcing her into uncomfortable intimacy.
And then she shared with me how sore she still has been since birth, and I didn't expect her to be jumping onto me, literally, just two months after giving birth.

I slip her shirt over her head, laying her back onto the bed and smiling over her, kissing up her ravens and behind her ear.

"I love you," I growl in her ear, lightly nipping the soft cartilage. She whines, running her hand up my bare back.

It's been so long that I feel myself loosing control.
I take a deep breath, telling myself to slow down as I mess with the knot holding up her pajama pants. She holds my face in her hands, her tongue practically begging to enter my mouth. I let her, tangling our tongues as I slip off her pants and underwear in one movement.

The second I catch her scent I feel myself harden.
I want to taste her.

She's expressed her desire to try taking my member in her mouth, but the idea paralyzes me for some reason.
I've expressed this to her before too. The idea of her mouth on me just doesn't turn me on, and it's nothing against her.
She never expressed anything about having the same discomfort though.

—Tris

"I want to taste you," his thumb makes it's way between our lips. His hands trail down my body and I feel myself ache under his touch.

"Okay," I basically whine as his one hand works up my right leg.

I always appreciate that he doesn't caress my left leg.
It would turn me off extremely, the spacey nerves making me not able to feel every touch.

His hand separates my legs and I shift to gain him more access as he kisses all around my shrinking abdomen from pregnancy.

Only year ago I would've hidden from Tobias at the sight of my flat stomach bare in front of him.
Now, even with my stomach not perfectly flat, and my stretch marks still clear from where I grew our son, I am confident around him.

I gasp when his thumb meets my folds first, rubbing from my lips up and pressing on my clit at the end.

"Tobias—" I gasp when his other hand leaves my breast to also pay attention to my lower region.

I haven't let him touch me since I've had Thomas, hell, I haven't let him touch me since I started my third trimester.
Finally, I feel like myself.

I've also never let him touch me like this before.

He blows lightly, almost teasingly, his head between my legs, and I quiver at the odd sensation.

His fingers work wonders, pressing me in the right places as I feel myself budding from his touch.

And then I feel a different sensation and I can't help but moan.

His tongue presses against my clitoris, pressing one swipe before removing his lips from my lower lips, almost like he was testing it out.

The second time he goes in with more confidence, his tongue exploring my folds before closing his lips around my clit, making me involuntary reach for his hair.

I'm still really sore from giving birth, and his touch is showing that I'm more sore towards touch down there.

He slips his finger into me slowly and I wince in minor discomfort. However, I forget about the discomfort when he sucks with more force on my clitoris, and I whine.

"You're going to wake the baby," he mumbles laughingly against me and I moan from the vibration of his lips.

"You like that?" He licks me again, slowly thrusting his finger back into me and I gasp.

"Just take me—" I gasp and he attacks my clit again.

He increases his pace as I feel myself panting, nearing my orgasm.

"Tobias, I'm— I—" I loose my voice as my back arches off the bed, my world falling apart around me as only his lips I can feel guiding me to pleasure.

I pant as his lips kiss back up to my face, my walls throbbing more than usual from my healed stitches after birth.

"Use a condom this time, I'm not ready for another kid." I say and he laughs in agreement.

I lick my lips after he rolls off of me and rolls the condom over his penis.
He's mine.

He rolls back over and climbs on top of me, pressing his lips to mine as our tongues collide. I moan when his fingertips roll my hardened left nipple between them, pinching lightly.

"Take me," I hold his face in mine and spread my legs again for him.

"Let me know if I hurt you."

"Just do it, dammit!" I curse, feeling his tip run along my vagina and I moan.

I don't care about pain.
Pain is temporary.
Love is permanent.

We've done this enough times that I know he only goes into game halfway on his first thrust. I grit my teeth in pain, the stretching feeling more painful than when I lost my virginity to him.

"Tobias—" I feel myself grow tense when he pulls out in a panic. "Stop pulling out and get inside me." I press my lips to his to distract myself when he thrusts all the way inside of me, and it's as if I was giving birth all again.

Tobias is large, but he's not as large as his son's head.

I'm unable to become aroused again as he thrusts into me, but I'm alright with that because I came with him orally pleasing me just moments ago.

I enjoy watching his face change as I mumble dirty thoughts to him, the pain in my walls deceasing as he thrusts harder and harder.

I feel him swelling inside of me and I moan with him.

"You're so hot, Tobias," I run my hands through his brown curls as he pounds into me. He is dripping with sweat, and I moan just looking at him.

I love this man so much.

"I love you, oh, Tris—" he gasps with a final thrust, his head falling to my collarbone as I feel him pulsing inside of me.

Jeez, that's hot. I feel myself quivering around him.

He places a few kisses to my collar bone before rolling off me and holding me in his arms.

And we lay there, my head on his heart, his hands running through my falling apart ponytail.

"We didn't wake him," he laughs out of the silence and I scoff, chuckling myself.

I kiss his chest lightly, inhaling his scent that is uniquely him.