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It had been a long 6 weeks since your daughter was born - 6 weeks full of overwhelming emotion, sleepless nights, tears, and (regretfully) no sex.
You watched König longingly from the bed, heart warm and full as he cradled his little girl, large arms rocking her back to sleep in the peaceful sanctum of your bedroom as he whispered sweetly to her, lips pressed gently to her forehead. He was so lost in the German lullaby he was singing under his breath, swaying back and forth as he gently bounced her, that he didn't notice the hunger with which you were staring at him. Not just staring at him so much as trying to greedily consume him; your gaze grew more heated as you perused every inch of his form - from his strong back and broad shoulders (you wanted your legs draped over them as he moaned in your ear, rutting against you like he was starving for it) and all the way down to the curve of his ass and statuesque thighs (preferably digging your nails into his flesh as he loomed over you, hips flush between your thighs) - you stopped yourself with a muted oh my God as you realized that you were practically salivating like some feral dog as you ogled your husband. Sweet, not-so-innocent König completely unaware of your lustful thoughts and how your panties were uncomfortably soaked, an itch only he could scratch forming deep inside you. He cleared his throat suddenly in this unbearably authoritative way that demanded your attention and you met his eyes sheepishly, knowing you'd been seen.
"See something you like, meine liebe?"
He was smirking, but his eyes crinkled mirthfully before he turned to place the baby back in her bassinet, delicately soothing her with his hand on her chest as she finally gave herself over to sleep. With a deep breath he straightened to full height, stretching his neck and arms and your core actually tingled as his shirt rode up, absurdly excited at just a peek of his happy trail. God, you wanted to lick it... Right before he slid his stiff cock through your slick-
You wanted to wait longer, you really did, but how could you be expected to endure this kind of temptation? He was looking intently at you now, head cocked to the side, dark eyes undressing you as he moved closer to your side of the bed. Your brain was swimming in hormones and you shook your head, trying to pull yourself together to think with your brain instead of your traitorous pussy, which only wanted the pounding to end all poundings by the feel of it.
Out of all the activities you two had put on hold during your pregnancy, you had quite honestly missed plain old missionary sex the most. It seemed so simple, so silly, you couldn't quite articulate the yearning you had to feel your husband's weight on top of you - his safe, strong, warm body, braced over you with one hand supporting himself beside your head and the other feeding his cock into your weeping quim. You would turn your head to suck and nip at his wrist, running your tongue over the tendons and veins as he pistons in and out of-
"Are you sure you're ready, y/n? I can wait..."
"I can't."
His eyes grew impossibly darker at your boldness, that and a strangled groan was the only warning before he descended upon you, crawling over you as he pressed you back into the bed. You grabbed handfuls of his firm ass, hauling him closer to nestle in the cradle of your hips, gasping for breath beneath the insistent press of his weight above you as his open mouth worked along the column of your throat. Sliding your hands beneath the waistband of his sweats, you noticed with no small amount of pleasure that he had forgone boxers. Groping him you felt the muscles beneath your fingers tense and he rocked into you once, twice, smothering a grin against your cheek as you pushed further down to grab his cock and press him impatiently to your entrance. Despite the hesitation and fear, you were blessedly wet and he slid in slowly, easily despite the twinges of disuse in that tender muscle. He bottomed out and you released a breath you hadn't known you were holding, feeling him sitting heavy and slick in the hottest, deepest part of you.
"Oh...God...yesss..."
"Ja? So gut?" He paused to grind into you, needing to collect himself because you were never this vocal, typically gifting him quick breaths and rasping sighs as you climbed to the finish. His hands trapped your own over your head, thumbs rubbing absently over your wrists as you thrust back against him, shifting your legs wider so you take even more of him.
Thankfully he knew your body well enough after all these years and you nearly cried with relief as he briefly slowed his pace, hooking your knees over his arms and spreading you wide open. He slipped even deeper, bumping up against the door to your womb as that delicious ache began to build.
"I'm so close..." reaching down to touch your aching clit, you jolted under the intensity of it, coming almost immediately with a sharp cry and shock all over your face, judging from the cocky chuckle your husband failed to contain. The laughter died in his throat though as your own orgasm pushed him into his, pace speeding up as your slick channel spasmed around his cock; three rough thrusts later and he was exhaling harshly through his nose and spilling himself on your belly, his fist tight and sticky with your spend and his.
He fell heavily to your side, lying quietly with you as you both recovered your strength. He moved first, handing you one of the baby's burp rags to clean up. Boneless, you ineffectively sopped at the mess he had left behind. He was laughing to himself again under his breath, a deep rumbling that had you dragging your eyes up; up past his spent erection, still wet and twitching against his thigh; up to his generously muscles torso, still heaving (and dare you say glistening) a bit from your exertions; all the way up to his face - amused eyes, lidded heavily with desire and the biggest shit-eating grin you'd ever seen on him. He knew before you even opened your mouth.
"So when can you go again?"