Oops! We did it Again!

[Braeden Quinn]

Braeden Kane was so close! Her head fell back in a gasp, causing her back to arch up, as another teasing wave of the building euphoria washed over her! Her hands fisted in the sheets, and she struggled to suck in enough air to appease her body! You'd think after 3 years of marriage and doing this since they were 16 that she would be used to his tricks by now, but OH MY GOSH SHE SO WASN'T! Her tongue slipped out to wet her lips, and she almost bit it as he caused another small wave to wash over her! It was in these moments that the cry came! Her eyes flew open and her head looked toward their closed bedroom room. Amaren Kane, age 2, was in his room. Thankfully not in theirs. She let out frustrated sigh--though she could never be mad at their son for needing them, the timing was horrid! Still! Thankfully they had learned to take turns when their son needed them, and it wasn't her turn. With a chuckle that was half amused and half full of pity she looked up at Bellamy Blake Kane. "Your turn," She told him, knowing that it wasn't easy for either of them.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy was currently in the midst of one of his wife and his more intimate nights. With a child, they werne't as frequent as the time they were without them . . . though that wasn't to say Bellamy preferred otherwise. He loved his son, with all his heart. But in the height of such moments, it was easy to forget everything else. For whenever he made love to his beloved wife, it was as if they were the only two people who existed. Especially now, as he felt himself growing closer and closer to his release. His actions within her quickened, hastily increasing the pace as he thrust deeper into her. His breathing grew heavier as he lowered his head to nestle it in the crook of her neck, helping to muffle any sounds of enjoyment.

One hand rest on the bed at her side to brace himself up, while the other one gripped her waiste to move her along with him -- though she hardly needed his help. They had always been in rather good sync with each other. His lips teased her skin, feeling himself throb within her . . . and just like that, one sound caused everything to slowly fade as they slipped back into reality. Bellamy groaned for a moment, not at anger toward his son, but the frustration of being so close and having to feel that near climax ebb away. His shoulders relaxed above her as he slowly pulled out. He could hear more than see the amusement in her, though when he raised his head to make eye contact, he could see it in her eyes. It was indeed his turn. He rolled onto his back looking up at the ceiling before closing his eyes and swallowing, slightly cringing with the painful discomfort of being left, unsatisfied.

Taking a deep breath he managed to get off the bed and reach for his pants, pulling them on. "Don't you dare fall asleep," he warned her. Because when he came back, they were picking up right where they left off. Like hell he was going to be feeling this ache all night. When he got to his son's room, it was as if all that physical ache vanished at seeing their boy. Amaren spoke of how he had a bad dream which prompted Bellamy to lay next to him in his bed for a moment. He told Amaren to pick out one of his favorite books and like father like son, Amaren chose one about Roman history. Bellamy began to read it to him, knowing that the excitement would make his adrenaline run in his body when he was trying to get him to sleep. So Bellamy limited the reading to only one chapter.

Fortunately, the late hour and lack of sleep was taking a toll on Amaren. The two of them discussed what they read, which lead into Bellamy telling him another story from memory. During this one, he could see his son's eyes slowly starting to close, struggling to keep them away though Bellamy gave him props for trying. Eventually, sleep took over and Amaren was lulled into one. Bellamy stayed in his position of lying next to him for a little while longer, just watching his body sleep, a soft smile on his lips. Eventually, he slowly moved out of the bed, adjust the blanket on Amaren and kissing his forehead. He looked at him for another moment before leaving the room, returning to his wife.

[Braeden Quinn]

Braeden smiled when he left but the amused was short lived. She ached, and now had to wait as well. Still, it was her son and she loved him enough to mind be angry, only amused. She loved being a mother. It didn't work well with her being in the guard, but thankfully with Bellamy's higher position they didn't really need her to be working. So she had pulled back, and mostly only worked shorter hours while Bellamy's mother babysat. Hearing Bellamy moving back in she draped the blanket so it barely covered her and lifted her arms up so they were over her head--thus making her chest more pronounced. Tilting her head to the side, Braeden pretend to be sleeping. They often teased each other, and played with each other. It was one part of this that made everything exciting. Never boring. They were fun! Her marriage, and her love, and her family were everything to her. Once she had only thought about her career--but her family changed that. It made her more comfortable in her own skin, and with who she was. Braeden no longer had anything to prove.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

When Bellamy walked back into the room, he saw Braeden's position, as well as her closed eyes. He cocked his head to the side as he just watched her. That sure as hell didn't look like a natural position to fall asleep in. She was either messing with him or . . . she had actually fallen asleep. He moved onto the bed, shifting closer to her, as if trying to determine whether she was awake or not. He was going to go with his gut instinct.

Besides, how could he not finish what they started with her looking so damn gorgeous like that? His eyes moved over her exposed body as he leaned forward toward her. "Just cause you're asleep doesn't mean it's gonna stop me," he teased, kissing the side of her neck while his other hand skimmed down her body, moving along her inner thigh as his fingers grazed her center. "You can just lie there the whole time," he further playfully joked as he kissed along her neck again, positioning himself on top of her.

[Braeden Quinn]

She heard her husband walk back in, and she fought the urge to smile, but the game was more fun then smiling would be so she managed to stay still, pretending she was sleeping. "Just cause you're asleep doesn't mean it's gonna stop me," He teased her, when he had joined her in bed, and was now picking up where they left off by kissing her neck and trailing his fingers down, and down, and . . . yes! He knew right were to touch her! "You can just lie there the whole time," He teased, and she finally grinned, unable to keep still under his touch. "Lie here and be worshiped? I could do that!" Her hands moved to touch him, and her legs opened as he moved over her, allowing him to settle between them. Her hands trailed over his arms, and down to his back, to squeeze his buttocks. Braeden took a lot of pleasure in her husband's body, and even more from knowing that he was about to use it to please her right now! Lifting her toned legs, she wrapped them around his firm hips, "But why just lie here, when I can do some of my own worshiping?" She reached down to take him into her hand, and stroke his thickness a few times--helping him get 're-awoken' since going to their son, and then moved the head to help direct him into thrusting in her.