love made me crazy

[malia]

He feels so good. She’s missed him so much. She wants this to last forever, for them never to be apart again, but at the same time she’s desperate for the release that she knows they both long for so much. His cock is long, thick and hard, filling her completely as he finds a steady rhythm. She’s breathless as she clings to him, his breath hot against her cheek as he moves. Her skin is on fire as he touches it, every sense that she has on overdrive.

It didn’t matter that he wasn’t going to last very long, because she wasn’t going to last at all. She can feel herself shuddering with the first orgasm as he slides in and out of her, his hips moving in a perfect rhythm. She cries out, her body contracting around his cock as he continues to move, almost frantically now. “Come Stiles, please….” She begs him, her voice breathless and desperate. She’s gentle as she lets her claws come out, raking along his back ever so gently. She hopes it’s not hard enough to break his skin, but she’s too desperate in the moment to be too aware of it.

It’s only seconds before his movements grow erratic, more desperate than they had been up to this point. She feels his cock throb inside of her as he moans, deep and guttural, spilling himself. The condom keeps her from feeling him fill her and she hates it. Hates the loss of that feeling of his warmth lighting her up inside. But the feel of his climax makes her come again. She cries out with him, her body frantically contracting around him again as he rides out his own orgasm. She lets her fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck, pressing her lips to his and kissing him desperately.

“You feel so good,” She tells him, her heart racing, struggling to catch her breath. “I’ve missed you so much.” Her lips find his, somehow kissing him more passionately than she had yet up to that point. “I love you.”

[stiles]

Her first orgasm surprises him. He’s not sure why he expects it to be different for her, but he does. Maybe it’s because it’s her body that’s been healing, maybe it’s just how focused he is on only himself. But when he warns her he might not last long, he never thinks she might not too. But it feels like they’ve just barely started when he feels her body contract around his as she cries out next to her ear. He buries his face in the crook of his neck and groans as that tension grows low in his own belly. The way her body contracts around him alone is almost enough to push him over the edge, but he slows down instead. He forces himself to focus on her soft gasps as she rides out her own pleasure, on the way her body pulses around him, on the way it feels to be this close to her again.

But her voice in his ear makes him shudder. There’s something about her telling him to come for her. Even before her nails dig into his back - the thing he had missed the most about sex with her in the time they were apart. And that’s all it takes for him to focus on himself and only himself once again. Whatever rhythm he had formed with her before is forgotten, his movements bordering on erratic instead as he picks up his pace. He’s close, so close, it’s almost painful. Painful in a way that he wants to last, like he wants to savor that pain and stay in this moment with her forever. But it’s been so long and his body is so ready for that release, he was set up for failure from the beginning. “Oh fuck, Mal,” he groans against the sweaty skin of her neck as he comes hard and fast, his hips still jerking as he spills himself.

He’s aware of the way her body contracts around him a second time. He lifts his head with a cocky smile, but before he can say a word, Malia is grabbing his face, pulling him in for another kiss. He moans into her mouth before he has to pull away to catch his breath. Her words come in a rush before she cuts herself off with another kiss, and he feels like she might just literally be the death of him. His heart races wildly, and his lungs burn, and yet he matches her passion, kissing her back with the same intensity.

He’s laughing when he finally pulls away. “I love you too,” he tells her. He considers teasing her, making a joke about the way she’s never stingy with her I love yous after sex, but he thinks better of it. “I’ve missed you, too,” he tells her honestly instead before pressing a softer kiss to her lips, then her jawline, then her neck, then her collarbone. It’s a slow series of kisses, like moving slowly over her body might force his heart to slow down, too.

Drops of milk shine on her breasts as he reaches her collarbone, and he doesn’t hesitate as he dips his head down, licking the trail that runs from her left nipple. It’s warm and sweet, and he finds himself moving to the right, cleaning the trails of milk from her skin. And it’s not until he’s in the valley of her breasts that he realizes this is new. That the last time they came together, her body was only preparing for a baby, not actually feeding their baby. That there were only a handful of droplets, and that he was still wrapping his mind around the idea of her being someone’s mother, rather than fully embracing this version of her the way he has now. So he pauses halfway across her chest, lifting his eyes to meet hers. “Is this okay?”

[malia]

His post-sex kisses are soft and sweet and she savors the feel of his lips against her skin as he traces her neck, then her collar bone. She’s not expecting what he does next, but she closes her eyes, letting her fingers tangle in the short strands of his hair as he begins to lick and kiss around her nipples. She hadn’t even realized that she’d been leaking milk, but then maybe that was because she was just so used to that always being the case that it doesn’t even dawn on her anymore. His cheeks are flushed and his breathing is heavy when he pulls back and looks up at her again, a slight grin on his face. She smooths his hair down, letting her thumb run across his lips as he gazes at her.

“It feels good,” she assures him. “Don’t stop.”

He listens, immediately going back to the task at hand as he sucks slightly at her other nipple, ensuring that it stays hard again as he pays it extra attention. She closes her eyes, smiling. She’d missed being with him like this, here in their own bed. Just the two of them, their infant sleeping soundly beside them as they made love. Being in his arms, together with him like this; it was where he felt the most at home. She’s happy. It dawns on her for the first time in a while how truly happy she is. This is her life, she wasn’t sure how, not exactly, but this was her life. She loved Stiles, and he loved her, and they had a baby. They lived together and they had created this little life that felt so right.

As if she can sense the peace and serenity of the moment, Ava chooses right then to let them know that she’s hungry. Stiles pulls away from her breast and laughs lightly and she reaches for his cheeks, pulling him up for one more long and slow kiss before she turns to climb out of bed. She recognizers Ava’s fussing as she begins to work herself up, her fists clenched and her legs curled up as he little face gets red.

“Shh,” she whispers, lifting Ava up in to her arms and bringing her back to the bed. She climbs in, still naked, resting on her side and laying Ava in between them so she can lie on the bed and nurse. Malia guides her to her breast, and it doesn’t take her long to latch on to her waiting nipple, taking it and bringing to suck greedily. She reaches over for his hand, taking it and pulling it out her lips so she can kiss his knuckles tenderly.