Claire had been worried that Caleb would run after finding out that she was pregnant, especially after seeing his panicked reaction. Now, though, since he had gotten used to the idea, she had no such concerns. Caleb seemed as excited about having this baby as she was, even if he was scared. That made two of them. Still, she had no doubt that they would be able to raise their child successfully, and it wasn't as though they were going to be alone on Atlantis. Sure, they wouldn't have their own families to fall back on, but, in a sense, all of the full time city residents were family.

She grinned as she felt a shiver roll through Caleb, and pouted as he told her his "pointy object" would be kept under wraps. "Oh, that's what you think, is it," she breathed, letting her words dust across his lips, before he dropped a soft kiss on her jawline.

"You know, I have no intention of letting you become one of those men who doesn't come near their other half while she's pregnant..." Catching his gaze and holding it, Claire lifted a finger and traced it gently along his lower lip, before tracing that same finger down his chin and neck, stopping - albeit reluctantly - at the neck of his tee.

One of the things that was common in the second trimester of a pregnancy was an increased libido, and, often, and increase in energy. Claire was definitely feeling the former, if not the latter.

Claire rolled her eyes as Caleb assured her that the newbie wouldn't get off lightly if he was hungover the next morning. "Well, as long as you're sure he'll learn from it," she replied simply, unconsciously rubbing a hand over her bump, marvelling at how the shape of her belly had changed. There was a little life growing in there, a little life about the size of an avocado, and she couldn't be happier.

C;aire let her head rest against Caleb's chest as they just stood there, arms locked around one another, Bump between them, a little family unit. She had never dared to dream of this moment, and always pushed those thoughts aside, refusing to imagine what it might be like to have Caleb's child. Now... this was nothing short of incredible. To be pregnant, for Caleb to want this child every little bit as much as she did... well, it just blew her away. She couldn't have asked for more in that moment.

Claire shot Caleb an odd look as he asked her not to hold back. "What do you mean,~ she asked, her tone confused. "I only meant that I won't be able to have a drink with you." She was almost giggling now at Caleb's misunderstanding. "Unfortunately, booze is off the menu until this little one stops breastfeeding!! It would be worth the wait, though, every second of it. She frowned for a moment, though. There had been more than a few nights since she had gotten pregnant when she had had a few drinks, and a few nights when she and Caleb had had rather too much. "You... you don't think me having drunk since I've gotten pregnant could have harmed the baby, do you?" She doubted it, but still. That was the one fear she needed to put voice to.

That thought was well and truly derailed, though, as Caleb made his wants known, that kiss knocking her sideways. She gave him a throaty laugh as they came up for air, his hand making its way up her side as he started to shift them away from the table. "Oh, I missed you a lot," murmured Claire, tugging Caleb's tee free of his trousers, her hands reacquainting herself with his body once more. "I can show you, if you like," as she allowed herself to be slowly walked backwards to wherever Caleb planned for them to end up.

Caleb kind of forgot what Claire was saying for a moment as she held his gaze, distracting him completely. It didn't even really register that she had said something as she trailed a finger from his lips, down his chin and onto his chest. The trail leaving a burning hot fire in its wake, honestly the woman was most definitely going to be the death of him at some point, it was only as he took in a shaky breath that he realised what she had said.

He hadn't actually really thought about it since she'd announced she was pregnant, not touching her, sure it was a shock when she had told him she was carrying his child. Part of him wanted to do nothing more than wrap her up in bubble wrap and not let her leave their quarters until such a time that the Bump had finished, how had they put it earlier, ah yeah cooking.

But not touching her at all....the thought had never actually entered his mind, he couldn't imagine not being with Claire in ever possible way imaginable. They might act as teenagers at time, thinking with their libidos more than anything, but that was just who they were, he had promised her he wasn't going to change. Yet now she had brought it up, he worried for a moment that sleeping with her, would hurt Bump in some way.

Frowning he pulled away slightly, before saying, "I wouldn't dream of not touching you, so long....so long as..." damn he felt silly saying it out loud, it wasn't like they hadn't had sex in the last few weeks since getting back to Atlantis and some of that hadn't exactly been gentle either. "So long as it doest hurt either of you," he finally rushed out, the words jumbling together slightly.

He wasn't exactly a medical person, had never had cause to learn much more than the basic first aid at times, but he had heard the stories from other blokes he had worked with that their partners had not been able to get enough of them whilst pregnant. He had never had reason to ask if that was even risky or not, having never actually thought of ever being in said position, but he knew he wouldn't do anything to actually harm either Claire of their Bump.

"Oh he'll learn," he replied quietly, enjoying the moment between them some more.

He saw the movement of her hand across her stomach, a gentle almost calming motion against the swell he was sure, he wondered what it would be like to let his own hand roam free across her stomach. Especially as Bump grew, would he be able to feel when baby kicked, would he get to shush Bump when it finally started to cause Claire some uncomfortable nights.

Of course all those thoughts were tabled for a while, especially when she pulled away and explained her 'but' at the end of the previous sentence, he hadn't realised he had kind of misunderstood what she had meant. Even after she had explained though there was still a small frown on his face, he hadn't actually thought that Claire would want to breast feed their child, he had assumed he would be doing some of the night feeds, had somehow managed to come up with a damnable plan in his head for taking turns doing the night feeds. But if she had plans to breast feed, well his plans were almost scuppered by that, he pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear, looking at her lovingly, he would do whatever she wanted, there wouldn't be anything he wouldn't do for her or his child in that moment.

"You'll be fine," he said reassuringly, "What is it you doctors keep telling everyone, the human body can withstand quite a bit. An assuming you didn't completely not eat whilst I was off world, am sure the odd drink a few weeks back won't have done any damage at all."

It was true that there had been the odd occasion where there had been drinks handed out and one very memorable occasion where they had both possibly staggered back to their quarters, laughing a bit too loudly earning looks from some that hadn't managed to indulge. That had been a damn good night, he had been glad neither had been on shift the following morning....not that he could actually remember the following morning. It had kind of been a blur between quite literally making out like teenagers with Claire and taking it in turn to dive to the bathroom. Sore heads all around that morning.

But he knew that a few drinks wouldn't have hurt Bump, it was their child after all and they were both damn resilient people, there was no way it would have hurt. No he was damn positive that it would be fine, he would ask Beckett to check on Claire, if she felt any more worry, or heck even to put his own mind at rest.

The t-shirt being pulled loose had goosebumps rising on his skin, of course that wasn't the only thing rising at the moment, even as he manoeuvred them even closer to the bed. He couldn't believe it had been several days without touching this perfect woman in front of him, without being able to kiss her, even just briefly, to even talk to her, it was like he was a starving man and had been told he could feast on whatever was in front of him.

At that moment in time it was Claire he definitely wanted to feast on, he didn't wait for her to slowly take the t-shirt off, it had been a hell of a day, a hell of a last few days, and he pulled his own t-shirt off, dropping it onto the floor, the was a smattering of small bruises from the work he had done for the Athosians across his arms standing out in the dull light of their quarters. Before he leant down, started to kiss at Claire's neck, as he slowly moved her backwards, pulling at her top as well.

He broke the kissing to whisper to her, "I think you should, I don't think you've missed me as much as I've missed you," his hands moving up, finding the edge of her bra, teasing at the hem of it, there was a definite smile on his face as he continued to move them backwards.

Claire could tell from the look that crept across Caleb's face that he hadn't really considered the more physical aspect of their relationship while she was pregnant. She couldn't help smiling. This was one of the reasons she had fallen completely in love with him, his way of living in the moment, taking things as they came, and dealing with them as and when he needed to. It made a refreshing change to her own habit of over thinking.

After all, if it hadn't been for that flirtatious dare which Caleb had taken her up on while they had been sparring, they would never have been more than just friends. Thank god he had seized the moment. Claire couldn't imagine her life without the two of them as a couple now.

Claire grinned as Caleb's words came out in a rush, and, standing on tiptoe again, slipped a hand behind his head and pulled him into a long, slow, sensual kiss. She took her time to taste every crevice of his mouth, reminding herself of how he felt and tasted after a few days apart. Slowly, she ended the kiss, before looking back up at him, her eyes warm. "You won't hurt me," she said. "Or Bump." Her voice was soft yet firm, only faintly amused. ""After all, what made this little bugger won't be enough to break it!"

The conversation around Caleb's unit didn't last long, and Claire reminded herself to talk about his trip properly the next day. Tonight, though, belonged to them and their growing family. She smiled at Caleb as his eyes were drawn to her hand moving across her bump. This was all his doing, and she couldn't be happier.

However, Caleb did the best he could to dispel her worries about having had a few nights of drinking since becoming pregnant. Logic told her it was unlikely to have harmed their child, but still... they ought to talk to Carson in a few weeks, make sure that everything was okay. The Ancient scanners were so detailed that she was confident that anything could be picked up relatively early.

Claire laughed as Caleb mentioned the "not eating" thing. "I promise you, e ipo, today's the only day I've not eaten properly, and the reason I ended up on my arse," she giggled. "It won't happen again." Now she knew she was pregnant, the baby would come first, no matter what, and she knew she would have the support of her colleagues in the infirmary to make sure she looked after herself, even if Caleb was offworld.

She didn't miss the look of almost disappointment as she mentioned that she planned on breastfeeding their child, though. Claire snuggled up against Caleb again, a soft smile on her lips as she gazed up at him. "You are more than welcome to help with the feeds, though," she said, her voice gentle. "I can express milk, so..." She tailed off, words replaced with a somewhat broader smile. "Daddy and Bump are going to get plenty of bonding time, too."

Of course, now they had navigated their way through a few more... pressing aspects of her pregnancy, it didn't take long for Claire and Caleb to return their thoughts to more pleasurable things. His tee, and her scrub top, hit the floor in what felt like record time, and Claire could feel certain parts of her anatomy tightening, more than ready for Caleb's touch. She shivered as he kissed his way down her neck, and she returned the favour by trailing her short nails down his back, stopped only by his trousers.

"I missed you very... very... much," Claire murmured, punctuating her words with kisses on Caleb's chest, teasing with her tongue, even as her fingers went to work on his belt, unfastening it with typical deftness, before slowly, teasingly, undoing the button and lowering the zip. She glanced up at Caleb from underneath her eyelashes, keeping her eyes rooted to his as she sank to her knees, tugging his trousers and belt down until they were around his ankles. "What do you think," she grinned, her expression one of pure mischief. "This a good start?"

The kissing between them always ended up saying more than words really could at times, so when Claire did nothing but pull him into a kiss, one that was sensual, and told him that everything was going to be okay and he really should stop worrying. Along with completely igniting every bit of passion he had for her, he couldn't help responding in kind, his hands holding at her sides, thumbs making small circles as she stood on tip toe, part of him wanting to just continue to touch her and the other part making sure she stayed steady.

Pulling away, he smiled softly at her, she was right, nothing was going to be able to break her or Bump and it had been silly of him to think so. But he had a feeling that he was going to be silly, or worried over things as they appear, they had created a life after all, if he wasn't on at least some level worried about what the future held for them, then he was definitely a crazy man.

“Good,” he replied, smiling at her, “'Cause Mummy needs to have lots of attention given to her,” before he kissed her softly.

He didn't ever think he was ever going to get bored of kissing Claire, of talking to her, of just damn well standing there holding her. The woman continued to surprise him in every way possible, this was just an extra way she had surprised him and for that he couldn't be happier, he didn't think he could be happier.

As the subject rolled back around to the incident earlier that day, damn had it really only been that day that their world had shift so much? He nodded his head in agreement, he trust Claire, he knew she didn't sleep well with him off world, but their reunions all but made up for it. Of course the mention of food had him wonder how they'd deal with any cravings that would crop up, it wasn't like he'd be able to just pop around to a shop for the local MacDonald's or anything. Not that he wouldn't damn well try, but he didn't think she'd appreciate several week old cheeseburgers.

He believed her when she said it wouldn't happen again. Of course he couldn't help the small flush that crept up his neck as she told him she would be able to express milk, he was a bloke that had done many, many things not only to Claire's breasts (which had elicited some amazing results) but to other women as well. He had never once in all his life actually thought about anything like that, obviously he knew that women had breasts for a reason – he wasn't that damn naive – but he'd never let himself think on that reason.

Even as Claire brought it up, and his head filled with a image of her sat in their quarters, feeding Bump, smiling at him and it filled his heart with such pride. He couldn't help pulling her closer to him, he wanted to feel all of her in that moment, and then she went and called him 'daddy' again. The blush that had started out light, had grown a bit darker, he wasn't sure he was actually ever going to get use to that word. Even when Bump was grown and calling him that (an that was a scary thought all on its own) he didn't think he ever wasn't going to feel the love and pride that he currently did.

Caleb was quite happy when things between them seemed to get straight back on track, t-shirts strewn on the floor – grateful they didn't get house cleaning service on Atlantis – as he trailed kissed across her neck. He wanted to taste every inch of her, even as he felt nails scrape across his back, he let out a small moan against her neck, his tongue soothing over the love bite he'd just given her.

If she didn't stop with the hands on his back, making there way downwards, he couldn't promise he wasn't going to end up leaving more marks on her. Of course then she stepped away from him, he wanted to almost whimper in disappointment, it had been too long since he'd gotten to have her in his arms, a few days was far to long for him to go without touching Claire.

Of course that was when she started trailing her own kisses down his chest and damn if he didn't want to just lean back and let her have her way with him. Except for the fact he was still standing up, knees locked so as to keep him standing up, his hands not knowing what to do next in that moment, he had no idea what she had planned.

Well right up until she started lowering herself to floor, he tried to warn her that he wasn't actually wearing any underwear, but well the words got stuck in his throat as fire seemed to sink into his stomach, as his trousers pooled around his ankles, Claire knelt in front of him. Damn this woman was going to be the death of him.

He wanted to reach out, put a hand on the top of her head, but he kind of felt frozen, he didn't want to rush whatever she had planned, but damn if he didn't want to just completely bury himself in her in that moment. He found he couldn't look away from her face, a very teasing face as the heat between them started to sizzle even more.

“Claire,” he choked out, wanting more, pleading with her, even though he didn't' know what she was going to do, he wanted her to do something.

That kiss between them was confirmation enough that they weren't going to let Claire's pregnancy get in the way of their relationship, and she let herself sink into Caleb's embrace a little deeper. She should never have worried about Caleb's reaction to her being pregnant, not really. She knew him well enough to know that he'd have panicked at first, but, as with everything that had happened to the two of them along the way, they would work through it. If there was one thing she knew about Caleb, it was that she was able to depend on him completely.

An ecstatic smile settled on Claire's lips as Caleb called her "mummy". It was something she had never expected to be called, and she felt more than a little choked up as the word reverberated through her brain. She blinked back happy tears. "Well, you have a few months to do that, e taku tahu," she replied, her voice soft sand slightly shaky. "After that, Bump's going to be demanding all of mummy and daddy's time!" She just hoped that they would be able to find time for one another, and didn't forget themselves as a couple, replacing who they were with new parents who couldn't see anything else.

Claire watched as thoughts raced through Caleb's head, and, sometimes, she would give anything to know just what he was thinking. Sure, she was good at reading him, but sometimes, he was utterly inscrutable. He was getting better at talking about his worries with her, though, so that was a blessing.

She watched as the blush stole across his face as she mentioned breast feeding, and Claire couldn't help laughing. "You do know that's what they're for, right," she chuckled, teasing Caleb just a little. "Well, at least after the birth." She didn't have to say out loud that, until then, Caleb could do what he liked with them. There was just going to be a little more for him to handle, that was all.

As always, the teasing led the scattered clothing, and Claire was putty in Caleb's hands as he kissed her neck. She let out a hiss as he bit a little, before tracing his tongue over the sore spot. It was almost as though he revelled in leaving his mark on her, especially after they had been apart for a few days.

Her body was super-sensitive at the moment, and she wondered whether it was because she was pregnant, or whether it was to do with the time they had had to spend apart. Probably a bit of both. Regardless, her nerve endings were on fire, and she gave herself a little bit of a breather by taking the initiative.

Claire let herself taste Caleb as she kissed her way across his chest, leaving a wet trail with her tongue as she dropped to her knees, feeling Caleb's body stiffen in anticipation as she slowly pushed his trousers to the floor. Laughing as she discovered Caleb wasn't wearing any underwear, a shiver raced through her as he choked out her name.

That one word was at once begging, pleading, commanding, and Claire paused for a few seconds, her eyes locked with his, before leaning forward, tantalisingly slowly, letting her lips brush the head of his penis, just for a moment, before flickering her tongue out, tasting the warm saltiness of him. "Shoes off," she said, her tone not a request, before she glanced back up at him, her eyes smouldering with love and lust. "I'm about to show you just how much I missed you..."

Caleb kind of like the thought of that, that a lot of their time was going to be taken up by raising this Bump they had magically cooked up together, to see the person that it would grow into. It was going to be a thrilling terrifying time and he looked forward to it.

He just hoped that they didn't forget who they were, they wouldn't forget themselves, he wasn't about to let either of them, sure they would change, grow as people – he didn't doubt that for a second – but he wouldn't forget who had given him something he never thought he'd have. Not just a child of his own, but someone who actually made him realise how alone he'd actually been, damn he didn't regret being impulsive that day in the gym and kissing her.

It was one of the highlights of his time at the SGC, was kissing her that day, sealing their fate together.

“Here was me, just thinking they were solely there just for my pleasure,” he teased her, tempted to run a hand across one of them but refraining from doing so. There was going to be time for that later, a lot later, of course he knew that was what they were there for, he didn't quite miss the educational classes when he was growing up.

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Having Claire knelt down in front of him was like Christmas had come around early, he had never gotten this as much as he had done since he'd been with Claire. There weren't that many one night stands that wanted to give him this release, plus he had always been more concerned with both partners getting off than someone doing this to him.

When Claire knelt in front of him, a trail of wet kisses having been left in her wake cooling on his heated skin, he wanted to hurry her along. Wanted that warm mouth wrapped around him and he found a hand finding its way to the top of her head, not pushing, just resting there, even as he tried to hold himself still.

It might not be what he had in mind when he wanted to reacquaint himself Claire, but damn if it wasn't setting his blood on fire. He felt himself take a stuttered gasp of air, as she all but gently brushed her lips against the head of his penis, his hips giving an involuntary twitch of there own even as he hardened further than he every thought was possible. The woman was going to kill him via a blow job, and damn if that wasn't a way to go out.

Oh he should have known what she was up to, there was that dangerous look in her eye, one that spelled very good times ahead. But even as she knelt there in front of him, demanding that he take his shoes off because she was going to show him just how much she had missed him, well he couldn't quite help the full body shudder that ran through him once more.

He had locked his knees when she had leaned in slowly, not sure he could stop himself from shaking, even as has hand move to her shoulder so he could stead himself to step out of his shoes. Not even bothering to untie the damn things, laces were for people who weren't about to get sex from there very beautiful wife, as he kicked them to one side along with his trousers.

“Claire?” he asked, voice almost breaking as he straightened back up. He wasn't sure what he was asking for, asking for her to get on with it? Asking if she was okay down on the floor? His mind wasn't exactly cooperating with him in that instant, his blood very much being down south for the next few hours.

Yet at the back of his mind, he didn't want to just receive what she was giving, he wanted her to have a good time to. Even as his other hand started tracing the outline of her tattoo, fingers feather light against her skin, he never could be a selfish lover, not to Claire. Never.

Claire knew what she was doing to Caleb, just knelt there in front of him, promising everything, yet doing nothing. Sometimes, there was a lot to be said for anticipation. She was wanting this every bit as much as he was, but she knew if she held off for a little while longer, it would be better for the both of them.

She'd never been that keen on giving blow jobs before Caleb, but maybe that was because she had never felt this way before. She would do whatever it took to make him gasp, moan, call her name. She wanted him to feel the same sensations he elicited from her, to make his world shrink to a pinprick of sensation before exploding in a maelstrom of colour.

Caleb shuddered as her lips made a promise she had every intention of following up on, and Claire settled herself on her knees a little more, one hand reaching up to cup his balls, even as Caleb slipped out of his shoes, kicking them - and his trousers. She let her eyes trace upwards, taking in his naked body - every muscled plane, every little bruise - and wondering again how she had gotten so lucky.

As her fingers caressed Caleb's balls, he spoke Claire's name again, a strangled question this time, but with no follow up. Her fingers never breaking their teasing rhythm, Claire looked up at the man she adored, the man she had every intention of making call her name again and again before either hunger or tiredness forced them from their little bubble.

"Caleb," she murmured, her hand squeezing a little tighter on his balls, even as she felt his fingers begin tracing lines around the tattoo on her arm. His free hand was resting on the top of her head, almost as though he was willing her on, but not wanting to appear demanding. Claire didn't need the hint to know what he wanted, and, for a moment, she smiled up and twitched her eyebrows upwards in a tease.

"What do you want, Caleb? What are you asking me?" Her lips were mere millimetres from making contact, but she just couldn't resist teasing him a little more.

He momentarily wondered if Claire knew what she was doing to him, teasing him, making him loose every coherent thought he actually had at that moment. He was going to ask her if she was sure about sitting on the floor – it wasn't the most comfortable floor after all – about giving him the blow job, that was right up until her hand seemed to join the party that was going on down there.

Warm hands that did nothing to elevate the ache that had taken up residence in him, he felt himself twitch forwards again, a small movement of hips even as he tried to hold himself steady. Claire was driving him crazy, hands on him squeezing just the right amount and he couldn't help let out a moan. As his own hand tightened in her hair, not painful enough to hurt, but enough so that she wasn't going to be able to ignore it.

Caleb also found himself starting to leaning over her very slightly, some of his weight leaning on her shoulder as he puffed out another breath. He felt like every inch of him was on fire, every nerve ending being electrified in a way that meant he couldn't seem to think straight, all he wanted in that moment was to pull Claire up, kiss her senseless, throw her onto bed and have his way with her.

But he didn't, he couldn't move, it felt like she had hands all over him, he felt himself shiver harsher this time, as he whispered out her name, “Claire,” almost in pain with how hard he felt in that moment. The ache ever more present, the movement of his hips almost constantly starting to move now, the barest of movements, but he found he wasn't able to actually stand still.

Then Claire asked him something, something about what he wanted, or what he was asking for? He never normally asked for anything when they had sex, he took his pleasure from her, seeing her stastified was what made everything fantastic for him. Being with her in any way, made him happy, but what she was asking him in that moment, meant for him to selfish, to take the pleasure she was offering for once.

Even as the trousers landed crumpled just a small ways behind her, he hadn't answered, too busy making sure everything didn't end right then and there, even as she seemed to get closer to him, without reaching her goal. Instinct told him he should just pull her head closer, demand she open up and take him whole, god it would be bliss to do just that, to just act on what came natural.

Swallowing thickly, he tried to find his voice, “Please, Claire..” he panted, before finally finding enough voice to say, “Please, please, suck me.” He never asked for anything during sex, always making sure his partner was happy.

Claire could feel what she was doing to Caleb, and she smiled to herself for a moment. He was a considerate lover, always putting her needs first, and, sometimes, she needed him to know that she wanted to put his needs first, to give him what he wanted, make sure that he received unadulterated pleasure. It wasn't often she had the chance to do so; they were all too often completely caught up in one another for her to be able to do anything just to please him.

She felt Caleb's hand fist in her hair, not pulling tight, but almost urging her on, and, for a split second, she felt guilty for driving him to distraction. But only for that split second. The moan that fell from his lips was all the encouragement she needed to carry in with what she was doing.

Claire's fingers continued to gently tease his balls, even as her other hand made its way around and rested on his bottom, pulling him ever closer to her lips. She could feel the heat coming off him, and was under no illusions that he was going to lose patience very, very soon if she didn't get on with things.

Still, for once, Claire needed to know what he wanted, needed to know that he was happy with her taking control. It was a rare occurrence. When they made love, it was often Caleb in command, or an utterly mutual, shared experience. The times she did take control of the situation, however, were usually explosive for both of them. She got a kick out of what she was able to make him feel.

Caleb's hips had started to move, whether she liked it or not, and she did her best to still the movement, even as she waited for his answer to what she had demanded of him. It was a few seconds in coming, as Caleb tried to get control of himself, but, when he managed to stammer out the words, it sent a shiver racing through Claire, and she felt a rush of wetness between her legs.

"Your wish is my command," she breathed, pulling him towards her, until her lips slipped around the head of his penis, her tongue swirling in a fluid motion, and she pulled him in as deep as she could manage. Slowly, she pulled back, letting him almost all the way out of her mouth, before moving back in, agonisingly slowly. Her eyelids fluttered shut as she got into a rhythm, meeting Caleb's hips as they pushed forward.

She could feel the tension rolling through him, and didn't think he could get any harder. However, before he reached his release, Claire pulled backwards, her eyes sparkling and cheeks flushed. "Bed... now," she breathed, her lips swollen, even as she nodded towards their bedroom. Not that she'd finished with him yet. Not at all.

Caleb was known to be quite a patient person, stubborn sure and impulsive, but he could still be very patient when he wanted to be. It was one of his kind of hidden traits, patience, yet stood there, breath coming in short gasps he was not patient, he was ready to take over, to get the show on the road as it where, to get some kind of release going for either of them.

Because the whole situation was just set out to torment him and he wasn't sure how much longer he would last at this, even as a hand went around to his arse, pulling him closer, whilst also holding him still. Patient might have been a virtue and all that, but he wasn't exactly feeling very virtuous in that moment.

“God,” he said, voice cracking, as Claire smiled up at him.

He might have taken the lead more times than the little when they had sex, but that didn't mean he wasn't vocal throughout all them times. The woman in front of him, kneeling there for his pleasure, could make him say things he would never have said otherwise, made him feel things he had never experienced before. He never expected Claire to have been as forth coming in taking the lead in the bedroom department as she had been, they had explored each other thoroughly, surprised each other at every turn, but mostly he took the lead.

So when she decided to get an idea into her head, well it was even more intense than anything else, more so than when they'd spend a day teasing each other to completion, more so when they could barely get through the door before someone had lost an item of clothing.

The thoughts fled his mind as she finally answered his prayers, warmth enveloped his entire length, his hand tightening even further in her hair, as she ended up pushing into her mouth. He tried to hold back, tried to make it so he didn't hurt her, but the warmth, the wetness, he couldn't help closing his eyes, tipping his head back as he let out a very loud moan.

It seemed his body was running on instinct as she kept pulling him in and then all the way out, at one point he found himself looking down at her again, eyes open, pupils completely blown, a litany of 'yes', 'Claire', and 'Damn' fell from his lips.

Seeing the head of the woman he loved attached to his penis, giving him the best blow job he'd had in a very long time, he felt himself shudder as he tried to hold on. He was so close, his hand that had been tracing patterns on her tattoo suddenly at her neck, caressing, even as he started to push his hips a bit more erratically

“Damn, Claire, yes, just.....yes,” he said, voice hoarse, as he breath came in pants, it was like he couldn't catch his breath.

Everything was coming down to this moment, his wife in front of him, pleasure coursing through his system, it was more than he needed, it wouldn't be long before he released. That was when she pulled over completely, gave him the most dirtiest, mischievous smile, with flushed cheeks and demanded he get on the bed.

He found himself pulling Claire to her feet, all but kissing her fiercely, his body up against hers as he rubbed himself against her for a moment, he didn't think he could move. The ache had built to something almost painful, as he took a breath, before breaking away from her, he could hold off, he could wait.

It was a rather painful walk to the bed, he never once turned away from Claire, never once looked away, nor broke eye contact. He was completely naked, face, chest flushed, his penis dripping with where she'd had him in her mouth. His knees met the back of the bed and he let himself fall onto it, smiling wickedly at her, as his own hand found its way to his penis, stroking himself.

“You....you plan to finish....ah...what you started?” he teased, face bright red as he looked at her.