The passion in our kiss continued even weeks after Frankie was born but it never ventured further than that. I could tell that it was hard for Franklin to keep his hands off me but he was trying, waiting for the moment when I’d be ready.

I was thankful for that.

Childbirth wasn’t easy and it took time for me to get back in order down there.

But, tonight I was ready.

And, I wanted him.

After nearly three months, it was finally time to quench this desire.

With a smirk, I jumped onto the bed, crawling on top of him, fingers around his wrists, pinning him into place.

“Oh…?” He looked up at me, tilting his head in question.

I silenced any further questions with a kiss, our lips coming together like a couple of magnets.

This kiss was different than all of the others. There was a passion – a fire – that burned behind his lips. As his hands roamed my body, there was a desperate need that motivated his fingertips to dance over my flesh. I melted into him, letting my inhibitions melt away.

It didn’t matter that this didn’t make sense. All that mattered was that my heart was beating so fast, and I wanted this – no, I needed it.

My skin tingled with excitement. My heart was beating a mile a minute, threatening to explode out of my chest at any second. I couldn’t believe this was happening. This couldn’t be real, and yet, it was.

Slowly, he leaned up and kissed the side of my neck.

Electricity shimmered into a burst of pleasure that rolled through my entire body. I tilted my head back, exposing my neck.

He took this opportunity to leave behind a trail of kisses that lead all the way to my collarbone. His teeth nipped against the skin, decorating it with subtle love bites.

I shivered with pleasure, giving myself up to this man. Never in my life had I imagined myself in a situation like this, but at the same time, it felt oh-so-right. This was meant to happen – I was sure of it.

Soon, his lips ran out of real estate when he reached the hem of my shirt. His eyes gleamed with lust before he flipped us over, taking control. Without an ounce of hesitation, he ripped my shirt off, letting it fly across the room.

My skin prickled with goosebumps now that it was exposed to the drafty air.

Franklin quickly remedied the situation. His hands roamed my body like as if couldn’t get enough. It didn’t take long for his fingers to find the clasp of my bra. He snapped it open and pulled the garment off my body with a flick of his wrist.

His eyes burned with lust as he looked at my chest. There was a carnal hunger written on his face just before he leaned down and took one of my nipples into his mouth. He sucked on it greedily, his tongue flicking back and forth, making it hard and sensitive.

As he toyed with my nipples, one of his hands crept down to my pants, unbuttoning them with ease. He shoved them to my knees, exposing my panties. They were nothing special, and in a way, I was embarrassed to be wearing them during our first time together.

He didn’t pay them any attention, however, because in an instant, he hooked his thumb into the waistband and ripped them right off my body. With a smirk, he held up his prize before throwing it to the ground.

Throughout this sexy little scene, neither one of us said a word. We were letting our bodies do all the talking.

And my body wanted more. I bucked my hips, thrusting them against his.

His smirk deepened, and in a desperate flurry, he stripped down until he was completely naked.

I was taken aback by how sexy he really was. His muscles danced underneath his skin. His shoulders were broad. He had a six-pack that was well-defined and looked rock-hard. Unable to help myself, I ran my hand along his body, all the way down to his massive member. I took him in my hand, struggling to wrap my fingers around his thick girth. Already, his tip was purple with excitement.

He moaned as I started to stroke him, taking my time, wanting to prolong this moment for as long as I could. Part of me never wanted it to end.

Franklin, however, could not take the teasing for very long. Suddenly, he pounced on me, pinning my wrists above my head. He growled, shoving one of his fingers inside me. He was met with a flood of wetness. I blushed. I had never been this horny in my entire life. It was like my body had finally found the one.

He fingered me for a few minutes, adding a second after a few pumps with the first.

I moaned, throwing my head back into the pillow. If his fingers felt this good, I could only imagine what his cock would feel like. I squirmed and bucked my hips, desperately wanting him inside of me.

He seemed to be reading my mind because he abruptly pulled out his fingers, replacing them with his cock. His length plunged into me so suddenly that it took me a moment to react.

I screamed his name, a surge of pleasure exploding inside of me, threatening to overwhelm me.

Franklin was quick to start pumping in and out of me, his pace quick and dirty. His balls slapped against my pussy as I started to moan louder and louder.

He covered my mouth with his hand. “You don’t want to wake the baby…” he whispered. “Or Gina…”

With this in mind, I tried to keep down my moans, but the pleasure consumed every recess of my mind. It was the only thing that I could focus on.

Franklin continued his assault, going faster and faster with each passing second.

My body started to shake. I knew I was close. Very close. Franklin seemed to know it too.

He became almost animalistic as he pounded into me. The bed creaked with our efforts.

My pussy tightened around him as my orgasm took over, rippling through my body before transforming into a cyclone of energy. By the time I came down from my high, Franklin had cum inside of me, coating my womb in his hot, sticky cum.

He collapsed on top of me, pulling me into his arms and holding me close.

I snuggled into his shoulder and fell asleep.