Days later, walking to our bathroom, I glance at our calendar for the day. Fallon and Liberty are out most of the day, and Miss Alba will be shopping this morning.
Me: It’s go time
Me: (baby emoji, baby bottle emoji, heart emoji)
There. That should do it. I better hop in the shower in case Hamilton decides to come home early. With steam enveloping me and hot water pelting my skin, I remind myself not to stress over conceiving. Hamilton says it has to happen this month since he flies to Arizona during my next month’s ovulation window. He takes his baby making very seriously. I prefer to adopt the motto that it will happen when it’s supposed to and not before. Besides, stress impedes the conception process.
I’m not a morning person, but it’s easier to get up and around on days my temperature spikes. While sex with Hamilton always rocks, during the ovulation window, we mate like bunnies, and I can’t help but be perky.
I’ll miss this come next month. Too soon, Hamilton will be in Mesa, Arizona, for spring training while Liberty and I remain in Chicago. I’m getting the hang of this big city life but have no desire to be a single mom in this city. I mean, I’m not alone; I’ll have Fallon and Miss Alba to help me through the week. Delta promises that she’ll help me cope with this part of Hamilton’s career. After six years, she claims to be a baseball-widow pro.
It’s just that Hamilton was a staple in my life for five years, and I’ve become accustomed to him in my everyday life again since October. I like the person I am with him nearby. I love the family life we’ve created here in our new home. I worry more for Liberty than I do myself.
Hamilton
I end my work out the moment Madison’s text arrives. With three days of constant sex when she ovulates, I’m the luckiest man alive. Our regular sex life is out of this world; baby-making time elevates it to out of this universe. My wife is hot, and her libido matches mine perfectly.
As I ride the elevator from the gym back to our place, I send a couple of texts.
Me: please take the day off we want the place to ourselves today
Miss Alba: I’ll shop tomorrow then
Me: Thanks
Miss Alba: I’ll say a prayer for the 2 of you
I love that Madison feels close enough to Miss Alba to talk to her about us trying to conceive. Next, I need to alert Fallon and Liberty.
Me: Please text before returning from class
Me: no reply–give us more time before coming home
Fallon: we’ll hang at my place today
Me: That’s great, thanks
Fallon: I’ll text you before dinner
Me: Thanks for understanding
Madison, standing near the kitchen island in one of my t-shirts, nibbles on fresh fruit as I close the front door. The animal side of me surfaces at the sight. I don’t hesitate to approach her, and, thrusting my pelvis against her backside, I growl and nip the exposed area between her neck and shoulder.
She doesn’t squeal or pull away; instead, her butt grinds against my rock-hard cock as her head falls back against my chest.
While my mouth nips and sucks on her neck, my hands deftly slide the hem of my shirt over her hips, finding her bare beneath. I growl in approval. With one hand, I lower my workout shorts while my other teases her entrance. Her hot, wet folds further flame my desire. With my palm between her shoulders, I press her towards the counter before my hands grab her hips, pulling her butt to me. Sliding my cock through her folds, my need to be inside her cannot be delayed. I bury myself, balls deep, in one powerful thrust. I growl as her inner muscles grasp my shaft in damp heat. I don’t move for fear the sensation might catapult me over the edge.
My jaw tightens when Madison’s hips grind in a circle, seeking friction from my movements. My fingertips bite into her hips as I try to summon the strength not to blow my load.
“Ham, please,” she pleads, continuing her grinding.
Sweat beads upon my brow as I slowly withdraw before plunging deep inside her. Knowing I won’t last long, I seek to speed Madison’s climax. Using the pad of my thumb, I assault her swollen bud.
With her palms flat on the granite island, her head flies back, her face toward the heavens. “Y-e-s,” she moans as I continue my devilish massage on her clit while unable to control my animalistic need to thrust toward my climax.
“Yes, yes…” Madison screams. “Hamilton!” She falls into bliss, and I allow myself to follow.
The contractions of her orgasm milk every last drop from me. I shudder, and my knees wobble as her body massages mine.
She slowly slides herself off my cock. With hooded eyes, she grins slyly up at me. “Welcome home, honey,” she teases.
I playfully swat her bare behind, evoking a squeal from her.
“Finish your breakfast. I’ll go run us a bath,” I say, pulling up my shorts.
“Um, what about Liberty, Fallon, and Miss Alba?” she asks, wide-eyed.
“I’ve texted everyone,” I smirk. “We have the place to ourselves until dinner.” I brag, proud of my planning.
Madison’s wide smile warms my soul. She clearly approves of my foresight.
A little groan escapes as I stretch my arms over my head. I find Madison remains asleep beside me. Glancing at the clock, I realize we’ve slept an hour and a half. Our kitchen sex, followed by a long, erotic soak in the bubbles, clearly wore the two of us out.
My stomach tightens as the weight of our situation sets in again. It has to happen now. The next time she ovulates, I’ll be at spring training. I’m sure we can slip away a time or two, but we won’t have non-stop access to each other. While I tease that it only takes once to knock her up, I realize it’s a numbers game. The more times we have sex during her ovulation window the better our chances.
Should she get pregnant in February, I won’t be around when she finds out. In a perfect world, we’d conceive during this three-day period and learn we are pregnant before I leave on February 15th. We’d have a week to celebrate together and plan.
I’ll need to speak to Fallon, Miss Alba, and Delta before I leave for Mesa. Pregnant or not, both she and Liberty will need their support.
I make a mental note to plan a dinner with a couple of my married teammates for ideas for the upcoming spring training and season. I’ll need to learn the ins and outs of wives and kids visiting and me sneaking home for a day or two. They’ll be able to tell me what works and what doesn’t. The more prepared we are the better it will be.
My cock twitches at the gorgeous sight of my wife sprawled out beside me. As all blood leaves my brain flowing southward, I decide I should wake her up, carry her to the shower, and take my time washing every inch of her. If she sleeps much more, she’ll struggle at bedtime. Besides, Liberty will come home in an hour.