How can you tell you've been celibate for a few months? Easy. The threat to come without even being inside of the other person.

And that's exactly what's happening right now.

I want this to be about Sierra, make her feel good. I want to pleasure her because that's what you do when you have sex. Sure, it could get you off, too, but it doesn't have to. I won't lie and say I am not going to fuck her once I'm done licking and fingering her slick and perfect pussy. However, that doesn't mean I'll get to finish.

Well, judging by the fact that I'm about to come just parting the flesh of her pussy in a lustful, hungry lick once, I'd go as far as to assume I will end up jizzing. "Definitely sweeter than last year's Christmas cookies."

Sierra moans, her legs opening a bit wider for me. She reaches down, her fingers sliding into my hair, scratching my scalp lightly. I almost chuckle. Almost. Sierra has never given me head scratches, therefore, she might be in more need of an orgasm than I thought. And that I can do. I can make her come on my tongue, lick up all the wetness, taste her sweetness.

Her hips shift as I lick around her clit, tapping my tongue against the nub and push two fingers inside her glistening pussy. The moan that leaves her travels right down to my cock, which is hating me for not just pushing right inside of her and fuck her until we both are satisfied.

I pump my fingers into her as deep as it gets, licking her clit with eagerness, fast, sucking on the bundle of nerves to hear another whimper come from my wife's mouth. Her breath quickens, moans slipping out of her more frequently, fingers no longer scratching my scalp but holding onto my hair for dear life.

"Please," she begs. Her eyes are only half opened, hips shifting with every lick of my tongue, with every new pump of my fingers. She's clenching around them, legs shaking as I press my fingers up to her g-spot, rubbing my fingers against it, not too slow and not too fast.

Her nipples peak through the fabric of her dress, and I wish I could just suck them right into my mouth and make her come by just pinching and sucking on the pink buds.

Her hips jerk, hands tightening, twisting in my hair, thighs pressing close around my head, my name rolling over her lips in a cry of pleasure. Her body grows limb on the bed, and I lick her through her orgasm. She's wet and warm on my tongue, tasting so fucking sweet, I definitely don't need sugar in my life, because I have her.

My cock is throbbing, pressing against my pants painfully, threatening to come just looking at Sierra. Looking at her beautiful face, her flushed skin, her heavily rising and falling chest, her wet pussy, her smooth legs. She's so fucking gorgeous, dying with her being the last thing I looked at would be an honour.

Wiping the back of my hand over my mouth to remove Sierra's wetness, I sit up, then help Sierra up as well. It's only so I can get this woman completely undressed and enjoy the entire perfect view.

I follow my hands, anticipating the second the dress lifts over her breasts. And when it does, I lick my lips, thoughts of sucking her tits into my mouth and knitting them invalidate my brain, but as of now, it'll only stay half a thought. Sucking is off limits.

I love Sierra, I really do, but I'm not gonna suck on her nipple when milk for a baby is gonna come out of it. That is unless this milk clog thing happens I've been told of and it'd be the only solution. Then I totally would, for my wife's sake.

Instead, I press my lips between both boobs, kissing up her soft skin while lifting the dress more and more. Until it's over her head and I get to kiss my wife on the mouth. I throw the dress somewhere behind me, not really caring about where it lands.

Her tongue slips into my mouth, pressing against mine before I suck on her tongue. Man, I need her so badly. I don't think I've ever been in more need to have sex with someone in my life, and I never will again. She's all I want, all I need. The only person that makes my cock leak without me even being inside of her. I have to pull the zipper of my pants down, just to feel a bit less tight in them, but it's not helping at all.

"That was one," she whispers before her lips connect back to mine, expanding heat in my chest. I never thought I could love someone as much as I love her, or at all, for that matter. Clearly, Sierra proved me wrong. And she actually said it; she loves me. I was praying she did, but she's never said it before. Damned if that didn't have my dick hard as a rock already.

"Did you pump today?" I ask, needing to make sure we have something to eat for Allie before I get my wife tipsy.

"Yeah." Sierra removes the tie around my neck, then goes to unbutton my shirt and I let her. Once all the buttons are opened, Sierra lays her hands on my chest, sliding them down, tracing the ripples of every single pack. Just as her hands travel further south, Allie's cries sound from the baby monitor. "Nooo," Sierra groans with a hint of a laugh. "She's such a cock-blocker."

I chuckle and plant a kiss to her forehead before getting off the bed. "See, I got your dress off at just the right time." Sierra cocks her head sideways, two small lines appearing between her eyebrows. "Sweetheart, she'll be hungry. You'll have to feed her."

Sierra shakes her head. "You can use a bottle from the fridge."

"Unfortunately, I can't. We'll need them for tomorrow."

"Huh? I can breastfeed her tomorrow, too, you know? Or pump and give her the bottle."

"You can't, because I will get you drunk tonight, and I won't risk some alcohol being in the milk you feed her."

Get me drunk? Good Lord, have mercy on me. He has a plan for tonight, one I have no idea what it could be about. I just hope this "getting drunk" doesn't erase my memories again. That would be such a shame.

Atlas walks out of the room. I hear from the baby monitor as he walks into the nursery, and as Allie does every single time when she sees him, she stops to cry. I can hear Atlas laugh and watch as he tickles her stomach. At the same time, he picks up the pacifier that she successfully spit out and holds it, probably to get it exchanged in a bit. Allie smiles, for the first goddamn time, and kicks around.

I quickly grab a hold of the blanket and wrap it around my body before I rush into the room opposite of the bedroom.

"You're ruining daddy's plans again, aren't you?" I hear Atlas speak as he picks her up. She smiles at him again, pressing her eyelids shut before her head falls against his cheek. Atlas turns around, his eyes meeting mine instantly. "You saw that, didn't you?"

I nod, my mouth open but with a slight smile tugging on the corners of my lips. "She smiled."

"She smiled." And she's still smiling while snuggling up to Atlas. "And someone needs to change her diaper."

I snort a laugh. "Well, good luck, Mr. Storm. She loves you more than me, so you can do that."

"That's not true." Atlas grips my wrist, pulling me close to him. I raise my eyebrows to which he admits, "Maybe a little bit." His arm wraps around my body as he kisses the side of my head, whispering the words "Thank you" into my ear.

At first I'm a bit confused as to what he's thanking me for, but then I'm too shocked to even think about it because; Atlas Storm just said thank you. The two words I bet no one has ever heard coming from his mouth before.

I stand there, watching as Atlas walks over to the changing table and changes Alison's diaper while I'm still too stunned to grasp which words just came out of him. I don't know why, but a "Thank You" seems to shake me more than the "I love you" I got on the day of Allie's birth.

Allie watches me, a hand reaching out and she grows frustrated when she figures I stand too far away. She only wants to get to my boobs, I know that's why she tries to reach for me.

As soon as Atlas finishes changing the diaper, he hands Allie to me. She doesn't cry, which is quite surprising, but I also know why she's not crying. She still wants my boobs, and she knows she'll get what she wants now.

I sit down on the armchair, pushing down the blanket around my body to free my breasts. As I feed Allie, Atlas stands in the middle of the room, looking around before his eyes settle on mine. "What?"

"It does look way better with colour," he says, smiling. We just finished renovating the nursery yesterday, and like he said, it looks a million times better in pink, grey and white than in plain white.

"What were you thanking me for, Atlas?" I dare to ask. We'll be in here for a bit longer, might as well start a conversation so my brain can stop thinking about his cock buried inside of me.

He smirks, his eyes dropping to Allie then back to me. "For this." He waves a hand around in the air. "You giving me a chance to be here; Allie; You. Everything."

-♡-

Atlas just put Allie back down to sleep. She falls asleep way faster when Atlas does it.

Anyway, I'm back in bed, waiting for Atlas. He takes far too long to find his way across the hall. Which is why I should probably get up and find out what's taking him so long, but just when I'm about to, he walks into the bedroom, holding a bottle of champagne in his hands.

Not sure when, but Atlas got rid of his pants. Though unfortunately, he's still wearing his boxer briefs. "Let's try this again, shall we?" He sets the bottle of champagne down on the nightstand, his eyes narrowed when he looks at me. "Why in the world are you still dressed in a blanket?" He pulls on the blanket, ripping it off of me, exposing my naked body to him.

He gasps, his head falling back as he holds a hand to his heart. "You're killing me with how perfect you are, sweetheart."

I blush, or I think I do. My cheeks heat up, his words traveling right to my heart, getting locked up there forever. He thinks I'm perfect. I want to cry. A good cry, not from wrong reasons.

Atlas lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his hips. Then he sits down on the bed, me on top of him. I can feel his erection press against my intimate area, causing my breath to get caught in my lungs.

His hands lie on my ass, squeezing just as his lips touch mine. A kiss so intense, I can feel it in my veins, my abdomen, my heart. His tongue glides along my lower lip before he bites down on it, soothing the pain with another glide of his tongue. Then he slips his tongue into my mouth, getting a taste of me. He groans while I moan into his mouth as he pushes a finger against my clit, sliding it down to my opening.

His finger draws a circle around my entrance with the slightest amount of pressure, but Atlas doesn't enter me. I'm so desperate for him, I start to move my hips in hopes his finger would slip inside of me that way. It doesn't.

After a moment of simply making out, Atlas reaches over to grab the champagne, taking a sip then holding the bottle to my mouth, making me drink as well. The champagne tastes...expensive; rich, fruity, sweet. Not at all disgusting unlike the one I've tried before. The cheap, carton champagne.

"Why do you want to get me drunk?" I ask, shifting in his lap. Let's be honest, I'm only moving in hopes I can create some friction between our bodies, stimulating myself on his covered cock.

"Not drunk. You don't take alcohol every well. But tipsy, because you need to get your head off of the world for a night." Not letting me argue, his lips crash back down onto mine. Not that I'm complaining, I'm totally fine with kissing this man for the rest of my life.

"I love you," I murmur between kisses, gasping as Atlas pushes a finger deep inside of me.

"Damn right you do." He pulls out, holding still while only his thumb strokes over my clit. "Say it again."

"I love you, Atlas."

A sound of satisfaction comes from his throat, his chest rumbling as he pushes two fingers back inside of me. My head lolls back, mouth opening, crying out in pleasure.

"I love you, sweetheart," he speaks against my lips, kissing me deeply. A kiss filled with love, passion, lust. Our lips stay locked as his fingers push in and pull out of me, his thumb drawing circles, pressing down, then drawing even more circles right on top of my clit.

Sparks ignite inside of me as we kiss, butterflies with a mix of the need to chase my orgasm going off in my stomach. I can feel my boobs bounce, swaying to the rhythm of Atlas's fingers thrusting inside of me.

His free hand comes up to my breasts, grabbing one, giving it a slight squeeze. Nothing too firm. Then he teases my nipple, drawing a thumb over the bud.

My legs begin to shake, my head no longer able to be held up right so I lean against his shoulder. I clench around his fingers, which I know he can feel, allowing my orgasm to rush through me with a thousand bolts of electricity, tensing then going limp like I'm an old sponge.

I have no idea how many orgasms Atlas plans on drawing out of me, but I sure know I will be drawn out of my life if the intensity stays the same or even picks up.

With a breath so heavy, I barely manage to whisper the word "two" before Atlas has me lying on my back again. He kisses me, devours me, claims my mouth as his. He can have it. My mouth, my body, my heart...all of me.

Once again I can feel his erection press against my more than wet pussy, forcing moans out of me when Atlas moves and rubs against me.

He grabs the champagne bottle again, takes a sip, and I watch as his adam's apple bobs as he swallows. Then, he takes another sip, and before I can watch him swallow it, Atlas moves right over me, bringing his lips to mine. Though, as I think he's just going to kiss me, I'm being proved differently. Atlas lets the liquor in his mouth slip into mine, forcing me to swallow as the only other option would be to spit it out and get everything else wet. But even with better and less ruining bedsheets options, I would have swallowed the champagne.

I reach down, tracing my fingers over his erection, stroking my palm along the length. Atlas groans, snapping my hand away from his body to pin it right over my head together with the other one. "Atlas." I've had two orgasms so far, and yet I still crave him inside of me, needing another one.

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart." His lips move over my body, kissing my skin everywhere he can reach from the position right over me. "Tell me what you need."

"You." A beat passes of nothing but heavy breathing to be heard. "I need you inside of me. I want to touch you, I want you to touch me. All of it. Please."

Atlas lets go off my wrists, allowing me to touch him, stroke my hands down his back, nails leaving scratches that'll hopefully disappear in a few seconds again. He rubs his erection against me, and for whatever reasons, my next orgasm seems to be coming sooner than I thought.

He pushes against me, letting my wetness soak his briefs, rubbing me at just the right places. I cry out into his mouth, my back arching slightly, chest pressing against his. My sensitive nipples gaze his skin, sending a tremor through my body. He must love the affect he has on me, I know I do.

"You're going to come again, sweetheart?" he asks like he doesn't know I will. The grin on his face tells me he does know, and the way his cock rubs against my sensitive clit only confirms it.

My mouth opens, arms wrapping around my husband, holding him close to me as I come for the third time. At this point, I'm a rapidly breathing mess. I feels like I get no air into my lungs at all, that's how fast my chest rises and falls. And like it couldn't get any worse, Atlas kisses me breathless.

I think I might have just died. Is this heaven? Probably not. Seems too sexual for heaven. God, this is hell, am I right? But a sinful hell, not the punishing, firey one. Although it seems pretty damn hot in here.

"Three," I mumble.

Atlas get off the bed, pushing down his briefs. Saliva builds in my mouth as his cock jumps free, looking exactly like another orgasm. I follow his hands as he reaches for something on my nightstand. It's not the champagne bottle.

Is that a condom? When did he put that there? And why do we need this? We've had unprotected sex a million times before.

Atlas chuckles like he can read my mind, and I'm positive he can when he answers my unspoken questions. "You're no longer pregnant, sweetheart. Let's keep it that way for a little while, okay?"

I shake my head, though I'm not sure I was the one shaking my head or my head just shaking itself. Either way, I'd give everything to pop another one of his babies out of me. Yes, bound yourself more to him. "I'll risk it."

It seems like he's thinking about it, taking my words in serious consideration. "You're pretty fertile, Sierra. I mean, you got pregnant from my tip being inside of you for two seconds."

"I will risk it," I repeat. "I want a boy." He rubs his chin, eyebrows rising. "I was ovulating, Atlas. I'm not now. I know that's not the ultimate way to prevent pregnancies, but I'm just saying. Anyway, if you don't want another child, that's okay. We can—"

My words trail off as Atlas drops the condom and his weight is back on top of me. "Two conditions," he says, kissing me before he continues. "We'll go on our long overdue honeymoon next week. If you do get pregnant tonight, we would have to wait another year until that'd be possible."

"With Allie?"

"I'm not leaving her with my family or yours for a month. She'll come with us."

I nod. "The second condition?"

He grins. That can't be good. Atlas doesn't grin. He smiles, laughs, chuckles and smirks...but he does not grin. "You'll wear whatever I choose for tomorrow evening, for the charity event."

"Deal." I mean, he did a great job with my wedding dress, so why not? "But Atlas, if you don't want—"

Atlas eases his dick inside of me, slowly and carefully, cutting off my words. He holds still as his entire length is in me. "I want this whole house full with our children. We have a couple more rooms to fill."

I think my ovaries just exploded.

He kisses me, then my neck, starting to move inside of me. I moan quite loudly, my hands gripping onto his arm muscles like they'd give me some more strength.

"You're mine, Sierra," Atlas growls into my ear, nibbling on my earlobe. "Say it."

Instead of the words "I'm yours," a cry of pleasure that sounds a lot like his name comes out of me.