I stumbled backwards as Hunter first roamed my back beneath my grey oversize shirt, then quickly slid down the inside of my pants sliding them down in the process. I obliged, tugging on his shirt in return. When my backside collided with the wall, he helped pulling it over his head and chucking it away without a second thought. I noticed the heat radiating from his now naked torso. For the fraction of a second I fixated on his latest tattoo addition: A capital "M" written in beautiful cursive lines between his collarbone and shoulder. These last couple of months had been extremely hard on him too, of course. Although all the grief had made him lose some weight too, he was still ripped and his abs clenched with his fast breathing. He looked me in the eyes urgently as he grabbed me by the waist and pressed me into the wall so that I had my legs wrapped around his hips now. With both our hands free, my top and sports bra were off in no time and as Hunter hungrily kissed and play bit along my neck, I pulled down his shorts with no effort at all. All out of a sudden I was so thirsty for it. After the stress of these past few weeks I was craving being a girl again and desired by my man. Through hungry French kisses I was tugging at the hair in the back of his neck now. For a second I considered letting his hair down but then decided against it – it gave me free access to the skin of his neck. Suddenly, Hunter pinned both my wrists down leaving me trapped. "Take me," I breathed against his lips. Hunter opened his eyes that now shined in a darker shade of green to look at me intently. He had cupped the side of my face and ran his thumb over my bottom lip. "Are you okay?" I knew what he meant and I nodded. "There's perks that come with a c-section, you know," I grinned. Hunter smiled back. He kissed me once more before putting me down on my feet again. I shimmied out of my panties, the last piece of clothing still covering me. When I looked back up, Hunter was giving himself a few pumps and I reached forward to replace his hand with mine. His dick felt hard and was almost pointing upwards. I was still fixated on it, wondering what to do next when he picked me back up and pushed me into the wall a little more forcefully this time. He pressed against me tight and I pressed my thighs around him. Hunter went for the tender skin of my neck and sucked and nibbled his way down to my collar bone. My lips parted with this sensation and I ran my fingernails across his shoulders in passion. Hunter's right hand reached between our bodies and adjusted himself in front of my entrance before pushing into me. I gasped. It felt quite uncomfortable at first. It made me moan but I wasn't sure if Hunter could read my discomfort. Either way he didn't seem to care much but thrust forward while holding me in place. His breathing became ragged; his breath tickled my wet lips in between sloppy kisses. This was so raw but so sexy at the same time. There was nothing else in the world but Hunter and I and our connection in this moment. He was my everything and I was his. I could sense that he was trying to get lost. Both our cries of lust grew louder as he thrust into me again and again. Each time the back of my head would bang against the wall. We didn't have a care in the world – our Nashville penthouse was huge and there were no nosey neighbors to piss off. Deep grunting noises came from Hunter's throat. His skin had become slippery from the sweat we'd both worked up by now. Another two minutes in and his movements became quicker, then erratic. "Argh," I cried out in a high whiney tone as the pressure was becoming unbearable. I knew Hunter was about to lose it and it didn't bother me that I wasn't quite as close because the tension I between us was putting my senses on overflow. Finally, he scrunched up his face biting down on his plump bottom lip. I was ready to fall when he took me completely by surprise quickly pulling out. "FUCK!," the loudest scream roared through the room as Hunter came on my stomach, the milky liquid was running down my skin as I was still trying to comprehend what just happened. My legs were still shaky, now back on the ground, so I'd lean back against the wall for support. My facial expressions showed utter confusion. Hunter was still panting heavily but had come back down and said: "Sorry for the mess." "Why did you do that?," I needed to know still in shock. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hold it, I'll get you a -" "No, I mean why did you do that?" I cut him short, picked my T-shirt off the floor and absentmindedly press it to my front. "Well," Hunter answered as if it was the most obvious thing, "you're not on birth control, are you?" I huffed in disbelief. "I haven't been on birth control for... 11 months. I'm your wife, remember?!" "[Y/n], please. Don't play dumb." The young man walked over to where his shirt lay in a heap and got it to wipe down his front. "Whatcha talking about?" I was getting frustrated because I really couldn't understand where he was coming from. "You don't seriously think I'd risk getting you pregnant again, do you?" It was a question that came out as a statement. My lips moved but at first I was lost for words. "I probably want another child some time, yeah. I haven't decided, yet but...You're talking like-" "Have you forgotten the hell you just went through with this pregnancy?!" Hunter was clearly agitated. The muscles of his biceps were bulging. "How many times you nearly died in that hospital." A hurt expression now mixed with the anger in his eyes. "Yeah but...I didn't. And you don't know it will happen like this again." "70% the doctors said. A 70% chance. Do you even listen to yourself right now?," he was at the brink of yelling. "Do you even listen to yourself?," I shot back. "It's not just your decision." "If you want it to be mine it is," Hunter said drily keeping a straight face. "I'm not changing my mind on this one." Having said that he walked away.