A love for all seasons…

Make it last forever…

Warning: this post contains explicit language and adult themes inappropriate for anyone under the age of 18+

Noah

The sound of the bathroom door connected to the master bedroom my wife, Alexis, and I shared slamming for the third time sent warning bells firing in my brain. Frowning, I pulled myself out of my seat, trekking from my office to our bedroom, straight to the closed bathroom door.

My eyes darted to the silver gown crumpled in the center of our bed, giving me pause. Without having to be told, I knew what the problem was immediately. Releasing a heavy sigh, I knocked firmly against the heavy wood.

“Go away,” she murmured from the other side. Her voice was meek, but I managed to capture the strain mingled with her tone.

Without speaking, I turned the knob to enter. To know my wife meant I should have known it would be locked.

“Open the door, baby,” I replied gently.

“No.”

It wasn’t a laughing matter, but her stubbornness made the corners of my lips twitch.

“Alexis, please?”

“Since when do you have manners?”

“Since my wife needs me but locked herself in the bathroom. Pleasantries are the only thing I know will get me in.”

“Noah, I’m fine. I just need a minute.”

“Well, let me spend that minute with you.”

“No,” she emphasized with a huff. “Just leave me alone.”

Folding my arms, I propped myself against the door. “We can do this shit all fuckin’ day, sweetheart. We’ve been together long enough for you to know I’m not going anywhere. So, stop playin’ with me and open the door.”

Attempting the gentle husband approach with my wife was hit or mess. Sometimes it worked, but most times, it didn’t. This was a delicate time that usually would require a soft approach. But Alexis was who she was, and nine times out of ten, the only way to get through to her hardheaded ass was with a firm hand and, well …you know.

The lock turned a few seconds later, and she cracked the door enough to peek her head through.

“What?” She hissed through gritted teeth.

Although I knew her issue, I didn’t want to overstep my boundaries by diagnosing her. Instead, I allowed her to tell me herself.

“What’s wrong, love?”

“Nothing.”

I smirked as she glared at me with a furrowed brow. It was her signature look and one of the things I loved most about her.

“So, why you hiding behind the door?”

“Ain’t nobody hiding.”

As much as I enjoyed our natural banter, the sadness in her eyes ended it. Pressing my palm against the door, I gently pushed it open, exposing her fully. Lex instinctively wrapped her arms around her body in an attempt to shield herself from me. Gently fingering her cheek, I tried again. “What’s going on?”

“It doesn’t fit,” she blurted, closing her eyes to mask her tears. “I just tried it on two weeks ago, and now, it looks horrible! Everything looks terrible on me.”

Gathering her into my arms, I kissed the top of her head. Alexis had struggled with her weight and body image since giving birth to our daughter a little over six months prior. I did my best to reassure her of her beauty, but I wasn’t stupid enough to think my words trumped her perception, especially when I wasn’t the one who carried or pushed out an eight-pound baby.

“I know you were looking forward to tonight,” she cried, sniffling. “But I can’t leave the house looking like this. I just can’t.”

The hospital was hosting the annual Christmas party that evening which we were supposed to attend. Now that she was mid-meltdown, that was out.

Her ability to shift between her normal standoffish self and an extremely vulnerable side I wasn’t familiar with was new to me. It was tough to navigate since shit-talking was our love language. I never wanted to take things too far and unintentionally hurt her feelings when her mind was already jumbled.

Despite never dealing with it firsthand, I’d heard horror stories from my colleagues about women who suffered postpartum depression, and on me, Lex wouldn’t be wading through that shit on her own.

“It’s fine, love. Don’t worry about it.”

“No, it’s not fine,” she argued, pulling away from me. “You’ve been talking about this for weeks, and now because of your cow of a wife—”

Gently latching onto her wrist, I pulled her back to me. “My wife takes precedence over any dumb-ass holiday party any day. And you’re not a cow.” Wrapping my arms around her waist, I smirked. “Though if you were, you’d be the finest one around because you’re mine.”

Snorting, Lex released a light giggle. “Oh, so I’m fine simply because I’m yours?”

“Correct,” I grinned. “Don’t get me wrong; you had a lil’ something going on before I came into the picture, but after that…”

I trailed off as she fell into a fit of giggles. “I hate you.”

“So much that you love me,” I murmured, brushing my lips over hers. “But I’m serious. If you don’t want to go, then the party is out, as long as you promise to let me do something nice for you tonight with no pushback. We don’t even have to leave the house. Take the day off and spend it doing whatever you want with no worries, but you gotta give me tonight.”

Lexi’s eyes widened. “How? The ba—”

“Our baby has a father who’s very capable of handling her well-being.” I kissed her forehead before releasing her. “I’m serious, Lex. Just chill. I got this.”

Leaving her in the bathroom, I exited our bedroom and headed back to the office to grab my phone to hit up Derrick.

“What, nigga?”

“You working?”

“Nah, I took the day off to finish painting the kitchen before Captain Control Freak had a heart attack.”

“I heard that!” Nia shouted in the background.

“Can y’all do me a favor?”

“What’s up?”

“Lex is kinda going through it right now, so we’re skipping the Christmas event tonight. I want to do something nice to try to make her feel better. We had a sitter lined up, but since it’s turning into an overnight thing, can you and Nia do me a solid and—”

“Bring the baby,” Nia demanded before I could finish the rest of my sentence.

“You got me on speaker?”

“No,” Derrick laughed. “She just nosey than a mutherfucker with her bionic ear having ass.”

“See, now, when I called her nosey, you wanted to get a damn attitude.”

“She’s my wife. I can say that. You can’t.”

“Y’all gon’ quit talking about me as if my ears don’t work,” Nia’s voice grew closer. I’m assuming Derrick handed the phone over to her since she came through loud and clear when speaking again. “But seriously, bring us the baby. I know Lexi’s been having a hard time, and I told her Derrick, and I don’t mind helping as much as we can. But your wife is stubborn as a damn mule.”

“Yeah,” I smiled. “I know.”

“I’m working on trying to convince her that one person isn’t meant to care for an infant alone and that it takes a village. Not to say you aren’t helping, but she has it in her head that if she needs help, it means she is a terrible mom.”

“You ain’t gotta tell me. Our parents and I have been trying to convince her of that since she found out she was pregnant. I hate that she’s determined to do things the hard way, but I’m hoping everything will eventually fall into place for her. Until it does, I’ll be right here continuously reminding her.”

“And that is exactly why I’ve always known you were the right man for her,” Nia gushed. “Bring the baby by whenever. We’ll be here all day.”

“A’ight, sis. I’ll see you in a few.”

While ending the call, I returned my phone to its spot on the desk and smiled. Lex always took such good care of our daughter and me that giving her the same in return was, for me, as simple as breathing.

By the time I got back to our room, Alexis was curled up in the bed next to the crumpled dress, sound asleep. I left her where she was, happy that she was finally allowing herself to get some rest, even if just for a little bit.

Flipping the light off, I exited, trekking to the nursery to get the baby ready and drop her off at Nia and Derrick’s before executing my plans for the night.

***

“Hi,” Alexis crooned, turning the corner to enter our den. A light giggle escaped as she gazed around the room, taking in all the hard work I’d put in. “I see you’ve been busy.”

Our lives were so hectic that we’d been putting off decorating for the holiday season, but I felt it’d be just the thing to cheer her up. So, I’d gotten busy and knocked it out while she was asleep, finishing just in time to have a fire burning in the fireplace.

I’d been in the midst of setting up blankets and pillows on the floor when she’d walked in.

Straightening up, I looked around. “Yeah, I emptied most of the boxes.”

“Tree is bare, though,” she commented, fingering the branches.

“Didn’t feel right putting it up without you and the baby.”

“And speaking of the baby, where is she?”

“With her Godparents. I’ve FaceTimed them twice, and she’s perfectly fine. Though, knowing you, I’m sure you’ll still want to check for yourself.”

“I do,” she admitted sheepishly.

I grinned. “Go ‘head while I grab everything else out of the kitchen.”

I took my time gathering the food and champagne, allowing her all the space she needed to talk with Nia and view the baby until she was at ease. Returning, I set up the spread and poured two glasses of champagne, handing one to her.

“Thank you for this,” Alexis sighed, settling on the floor. “I had no idea how much I needed it.”

Snaking an arm around her shoulders, I replied. “Well, I did. You’ve been through a lot, Lex. I recognize that. I just wish you did, and would let me help more.”

“I know you and Nia are anxious for me to slow down, but I can’t. If I do, I have to think, which means facing things I’m not ready to face. I’m not the same woman I was prior to marrying you or becoming a mother, and that terrifies the hell out of me.”

“Is that such a bad thing, though? I’m not the same man, either.”

“It’s different for you. Nothing about you has changed physically. It’s not just the up and down weight for me. It’s my skin, the struggle with my hair, all the troubles I had with breastfeeding…”

This was one of the first times Alexis had allowed herself to be utterly vulnerable with me about her feelings, and it bothered me to the core to know there was nothing I could do to erase that pain for her.

“What do you need from me?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “But I’m not only scared that I’ll turn out to be the world’s worst mom, but also, at some point, you’ll get tired of all this and—”

I silenced her with a kiss. Taking her face into my hands, I replied, “I could never get tired of my family. You hear me? You and that little girl are it for me. We made her, and whatever stems from that, we’ll deal with it together. Okay?”

Lex nodded, but I needed to know that she heard me.

Between kisses, I laid her against the pillows, pushing her t-shirt up to get to her bare skin. Sex wasn’t supposed to be on the agenda so early, but I wanted—no, I needed her to know that she was still very much the air I breathed.

Once she was free of the t-shirt, I relieved her of her panties. Now naked, she again attempted to cover her body, but I caught her wrists and gently pinned them on each side of her head.

Latching on to a nipple, I suckled slowly, savoring the taste of her as she squirmed beneath me.

 “Noah,” she sighed airily, making my dick twitch.

Without answering, I moved to the other side, letting go of her wrists to free up my hands. I rapidly flicked and swirled my tongue around the sensitive bud while rolling the other between my thumb and forefinger.

As I kissed a trail down her belly, I left no inch of skin untouched. She may have thought some things or blemishes turned me off from her, but my goal was to remind her of just how much I worshipped her. Stopping at her center, I pushed her thighs apart, licking my lips at the sight of her dripping, sticky goodness. It was killing me to force myself to be patient, but it’d pay off in the long run.

Hooking my arm beneath her thigh, I lifted her leg to give me a better view. Her breath hitched as I circled my thumb against her clit, applying just the smallest amount of pressure.

Alexis dug her nails into my shoulder, moaning breathlessly.

Grinning, I rested my head against her inner thigh, blowing against the dripping nub to annoy her.

“Noah!”

I moved close enough for her to feel my breath but still far enough to where she wouldn’t get what she wanted. Knowing she was watching me, I let my tongue fall out of my mouth, mere centimeters from my thumb and her clit.

“Stop fucking teasing me,” she snarled, winding her hips.

“Cum for me, and I’ll give you what you want,” I promised, increasing my movements.

“I fucking hate you.”

“This pussy don’t, though,” I chuckled.

Whatever reply she had was interrupted by her impending orgasm. The second she began convulsing, I moved my thumb and latched on to clit. Flattening my tongue, I rapidly licked, flicked, and sucked up all of her, unintentionally bringing her to a second one.

By now, my dick was solid, craving her. Sitting back, I removed my shirt and sweats, stroking myself slowly. Alexis licked her lips in anticipation, but tonight wasn’t about me. It was about her.

“Spread your legs,” I murmured, in love with the dim light the fire bathed her in. “And look at me.”

She did as I asked, and I kept my eyes on hers while rubbing the tip of my dick all over her wet pussy. Positioning myself at her opening, I slowly inched my way inside.

Lexi’s mouth opened wide as she attempted to close her eyes, and I withdrew.

“Babe!” She protested.

“Keep your eyes on me,” I demanded.

It was a struggle, but she listened until I was buried entirely in her warmth. Groaning, I placed my hands, palm down on each side of her head, leaning forward to hoist her legs higher.

My singular, gold chain bounced with each thrust as I captured her lips with mine.

“I fuckin love you,” I grunted against her lips. “You hear me?”

“Mmmm, yes, baby,” she replied, dipping her tongue into my mouth. “I love you too.”

She contracted around me, winding her hips to match my thrusts. We moved from the floor to the couch, where I sat mesmerized by her titties bouncing in my face as she rode my dick.

Gripping a handful of her ass, I dropped my head onto the back of the sofa. Alexis was so wet that it left my thighs sticky with her essence.

“Fuck, Lex!” I groaned. “You gon make this dick cum.”

Her lips found mine again as we engaged in a sloppy kiss.

“I wanna suck it,” she murmured.

That only made my dick harder. Biting my lip, I slapped her ass. “That’s what you want?”

“Mmhm.”

“Say, please.”

With a devilish grin, Alexis slowed her motions, leaning close to my ear. Rolling her lips, she dragged her tongue along my earlobe, biting it before whispering, “Please, let me suck all the nut out of that dick.”

It took everything I had not to finish right there.

Knowing she had me, Lex didn’t wait for a response. She climbed off, lowering herself into a squatting position. The minute she took me into her warm, awaiting mouth, I was a goner.

While she bobbed her head down the length of me, Lexi’s eyes met mine. Pulling back, she swirled her tongue around the dripping, saliva-coated tip.

“Give me what I want.”

Pushing myself back into her mouth, I gripped her hair, fucking her face. Her eyes never left mine as she sucked me like a champ until I exploded.

“Mmm,” she hummed, rubbing her breasts.

Still nutting, I pulled out of her mouth, spilling my seed between her chin and chest until I was empty. She loved being covered in me, and damn if I didn’t love seeing it.

Licking her lips, she grinned, gesturing to my still solid member. “Looks like somebody ain’t done yet.”

I smirked. “So, what you gon do about it?”

Standing, she bent over before me, grabbing her ankles and exposing her glistening pussy lips. I didn’t even hesitate before diving inside.

Sex wasn’t the answer to all our problems. Nothing but time would help us push through. But I could always ensure we had a good ass time while reassuring her that the spark and attraction were still there.

Because that’s what good husbands do.