Christening

by Claire Kent

  His rough, commanding voice sent a jolt of hot lust to her throbbing center. Giving him a slanting, ironic look—to make it clear she was only doing it because she wanted to—she turned over and positioned herself on her hands and knees in the tub, bubbles clinging resiliently to her damp skin.

  She was silently grateful they had such a large tub, since she wasn’t sure they could have done this in a normal-sized one.

  When she glanced over her shoulder, she saw that Seth was already unfastening his pants. He didn’t even try to get the damp trousers off his legs completely. Just pushed them down to his knees and left them bunched there as he put his hands on her hips and pulled her backward into position.

  “Are you wet enough?” he asked, his fingers stroking down the crease of her ass and then between her legs until he found what he was looking for.

  “Yeah,” she admitted, a little surprised since the water usually washed most of her natural lubrication away. She must have gotten aroused enough after the water had drained out of the tub. “I think I’m good.”

  He slid his finger inside her, apparently satisfying himself that she was wet and ready for him.

  Then he lined his hard cock up at her entrance and drove it into her, causing her to cry out at the sudden, tight fullness.

  He pulled back and gave a couple of short, experimental thrusts—as if checking to make sure she was comfortable. “All right?”

  “Yeah,” she whimpered, squirming her ass against the sensations. “Yeah, it’s good.” She adjusted her hands, feeling them slip on the slick surface of the tub. “Just trying not to fall on my face.”

  Seth had started to thrust, his motion matching the rhythm of his hot panting, but at this he paused. “If it isn’t good, we can—”

  “God, no. It’s good. Just don’t push me forward too hard.”

  “Agreed.” Seth gripped the soft flesh of her ass and started stroking into her again, until he’d connected with the spot inside her that sent out shudders of pleasure.

  “Oh!” Erin gasped, bringing her arms up so she could support herself on the side of the tub and get more stability. Bumping her ass back against his pushes, she mumbled, “Oh, fuck, right there. Right there.”

  She thought she might even be able to come again, even though her clit was still throbbing numbly from the stimulation of the vibrator.

  Then Seth moved unexpectedly behind her. She felt him bring his arm around to her front and, before she realized what he was doing, she heard the vibrating sponge switch back on.

  The powerful sensations slammed into her as he held the vibrator against her clit once more, getting it in position and then thrusting in hard, little pushes.

  “Ah!” she cried out, far too loudly, since their daughters were sleeping down the hallway. Her vision was starting to blur, and she had to readjust her arms to keep from falling over as the sensations overtook her.

  Seth was managing pretty well—leaning forward a little to hold the vibrator in place and bracing himself with one hand on the rim of the tub. He was grunting now, making erotic, primitive sounds as he rocked his cock against her g-spot.

  The conflicting sensations of his thrusts and the vibrator made Erin’s head spin with pleasure. She managed to stifle her loud cries, but she was still whimpering helplessly as she bit down hard on her lower lip.

  “Erin. Erin, baby, can you come again?”

  “Mmm hmm,” she choked, pushing against the tub with her arms and against Seth with her ass. “Yeah, yeah, gonna come.”

  “Yes, baby, come.”

  The sound of his hoarse voice was another wave of stimulation. She breathed urgently through her nose as she tried to subdue the sound of her rising orgasm.

  Her body grew tenser and tenser, the pressure swelling up inside her until it was almost unbearable.

  With a frantic sob, Erin came again, convulsing in helpless shudders as the spasms of pleasure pulsed over her.

  “Fuck,” Seth gritted out, trying to push against her clenching channel. “Ah, fuck.”

  “Oh, God!” she gasped as she started to come down from her dizzying high. “Oh, God, Seth!”

  But Seth didn’t lower the vibrating sponge. He still held it against her, the vibrations now almost torturous in their lush stimulation. And he kept up his thrusts against her g-spot, although his motion wasn’t nearly as controlled as it had been before.

  Before Erin had even come down all the way, she felt another orgasm swelling up out of nowhere, slamming into her ridiculously fast.

  “Fuck, Seth, again!” Her body shook desperately as her muscles started to tighten again. Her knees were pressing uncomfortably against the hard surface of the tub, but at this point she couldn’t even feel them.

  “Yes, baby. I want you to come again.”

  She was coming before she even knew to expect it, crying out in a broken voice and trying to hold herself up against the side of the tub.

  There were a couple of tears streaming down her face as the orgasm pulsed through her body, and Seth let out a muffled roar of effort as her channel contracted ruthlessly around his cock.

  His hand dropped, lowering the vibrator, giving Erin a moment of relief as the last of the spasms washed over her.

  But Seth had managed to hold on, and he was still hard inside her.

  Erin was almost wheezing, and she was only holding her head up by resting it against her forearm on the side of the tub. When Seth raised the sponge to her clit again, she sobbed as her vision almost whited out with the pleasure.

  “Seth. Oh God, again.” Her body seemed to have lost its connection with her mind, and—despite the blurred chaos of her thoughts—her body still knew what it wanted.

  “Yes,” Seth bit out, clearly on the edge of his control. “Yes. One more, baby. Come for me once more.”

  She was going to. It was happening even now.

  Erin sobbed with pleasure and effort and need, and she wasn’t sure she would be able to handle the overwhelming sensations. Her breasts were swinging wildly with their primitive motion, and she’d tossed her head so much that her damp hair was covering her face.

  As the final orgasm build up inside her, she kept choking out sounds that were louder and louder. Tried to stifle the noise. Couldn’t. Felt the world start to shudder all around her.

  Then she fell over the edge, her body jerking in clumsy desperation as she tried to hold herself upright on trembling limbs.

  Rasping painfully in her throat, Erin managed to push the vibrator away when the spasms faded. “No more,” she pleaded. “God, Seth, no more.” She found enough energy to turn to look back at him over her shoulder. “You come now.”

  The wild, possessive look in his eyes gave her a different kind of thrill, and she kept watching as he twisted his face in effort and unleashed his brutally tense body. He gripped her hard by the flesh of her ass, and then slammed into her with a couple of hard thrusts.

  His back arched slightly, and he froze as he roared out in final relief. She could feel his cock pulse as he released himself inside her. Could hear his desperate panting behind her, matching her own.

  They both seemed trapped temporarily in that moment of visceral relief. As their muscle contractions died down, they stayed in position, letting the satisfaction wash over them.

  Then Seth seemed to lose it completely. He nearly collapsed on top of her, and Erin couldn’t hold herself up. The two of them ended up in a clumsy, wet heap on the bottom of the slick, empty tub.

  “You okay?” Seth managed to ask, one of his legs draped over hers and his head resting on one of his arms.

  “Yeah. Although I nearly concussed myself on the side of the tub.”

  Seth still had most of his clothes on, since his trousers were still tangled around his legs. His shirt was so wet it was transparent, however, and the damp fabric wasn’t entirely comfortable against Erin’s heated skin.

  But she wasn’t about to complain. Not after that.

  “That was,” she mum
bled, trying to adjust so she could look him in the eyes and so her head wasn’t resting against the hard tub. “That was…unbelievable. We should be adventurous more often. I think I lost count of—”

  “I counted five,” Seth said, a familiar, fond, self-satisfied glimmer awakening in his eyes despite his obvious fatigue.

  Erin sniffed. “Yeah, well, if you count the first one, which I gave to myself. Plus, you had a lot of help with them.” She glanced down at the yellow vibrating sponge that had somehow prompted this whole interlude. “So don’t get smug.”

  He did look smug, and possessive, and warm, and affectionate, and dryly amused.

  And Erin loved him so much, for all of those things.

  “I love you, Erin,” he murmured unexpectedly, giving her a kiss on the corner of her mouth.

  His expression was soft and almost sweet, despite the wild passion of their lovemaking. And something about the surprising incongruity of it—while they lay wetly and uncomfortably in a damp, empty tub—made Erin’s heart swell up with joy.

  She smiled at him. Leaned over to kiss him softly, tugging gently on his lower lip. Whispered, “Believe it or not, Seth Thomas, I love you too.”

  Six

  Anna was getting hyper.

  Erin could see the signs. The girl's cheeks were getting rosier and rosier, and she was starting to squirm in her seat, giggling and occasionally hugging herself, as if she just couldn't contain her excitement.

  It wasn’t surprising. Both of the girls had been thrilled that Aunt Liz had come over to hang out with them this evening, for what they’d unofficially dubbed their “family night.” They dedicated at least one evening a week to be spent together, and the girls were young enough to still be excited about such a thing.

  The last three months had gone well. For the first month after their problems over the summer, Seth had been so loving and attentive that Erin had actually begun to feel a little smothered. He’d gradually eased back into a natural routine, however, balancing work and family in a way that seemed to work for all of them. They still relied on his schedule for time spent at home, and Erin could tell he was committed to it, since occasionally this month he’d had to really stretch in order to keep the requisite dinners at home, since he was so busy with the beginnings of his own practice.

  Tonight, Seth was in one of his rare laughing moods. As he sat beside her on the sofa, his eyes were warm, and his husky chuckle and teasing drawl lingered pleasantly in the room. This was another reason Anna was getting overly excited. Both she and Mackenzie loved when their daddy was in this mood.

  Anna’s giggling became rather shrill as Erin and Liz had a mock argument about Liz’s blatant attempt to cheat at UNO, and Erin hoped her daughter’s hyperness wouldn’t plunge her into a crash later on.

  They were playing UNO, since it was one of the few games that the kids could understand and the adults could mostly tolerate. Anna was down to two cards, and she was flailing them around in her hands so wildly that they were clearly visible for anyone who wanted to look. They all pretended not to see them, however, as it came around to Anna’s turn again.

  She was too young to play very well on her own, so Seth—in addition to taking care of his own cards—kept leaning over and murmuring suggestions in her ear about what to do next. As Anna’s turn arrived, she and Seth conferred in focused secrecy.

  Then Anna slowly reached over to place one of her two cards on the discard pile—a red seven on a blue seven—and she screamed “UNO” at the top of her lungs as soon as she released her hold on the card.

  Mackenzie, who’d been paying close attention in the hope of catching Anna before she said the magic word, scowled and peered at her own three cards, her competitive nature obviously rearing up at her sister’s good luck.

  Liz reached over and tugged on Mackenzie’s red ponytail. “So, Mac, how’s school?”

  “Fine,” Mackenzie told her seriously. “My teacher is nice, and I’m the best at reading in the class.” Before this claim—which Erin proudly knew to be the truth—could be lauded, Mackenzie continued with a look at somber aggrievement. “But there’s a boy named Justin who sits behind me. And he’s mean to me all the time.”

  Erin hid a smile, since she was familiar with Justin and was pretty sure she understood what motivated his teasing. But Seth, to Erin’s surprise, must not have heard about Mackenzie’s woes with the cute, little boy who pulled her hair and chased her around the playground.

  “What?” Seth demanded, leaning forward and tensing up. “Who’s mean to you?”

  Erin put a hand on his knee in a calming gesture, amused at his irrational protectiveness.

  “Justin,” Mackenzie explained with her characteristic earnestness. She was sitting on her knees on the floor, and she shifted restlessly as she spoke. “All the other girls like him, but he’s mean to me. He makes fun of my red hair and says I have freckles!”

  Mackenzie did have a few freckles that came out when she spent time in the sun—faintly dusting the fair skin of her nose and cheeks. Erin thought they were adorable.

  “Well, clearly the boy is an idiot.” Before Erin could chide Seth for this blunt remark, he continued, “Your hair is absolutely beautiful.”

  Mackenzie squirmed appreciatively, but Anna’s little mouth turned down in concern.

  Seeing this, Seth went on, “Just like Anna’s.” He tugged gently on a piece of Anna’s blond hair, making the girl giggle again.

  “Your daddy used to have red hair too,” Erin told Mackenzie comfortingly, trying not to snicker when Seth narrowed his eyes. No matter how much he loved Mackenzie's hair, he never liked to be reminded of his own. “Not many people have such pretty red hair, and a lot of people really want it.”

  “I guess,” Mackenzie mumbled, pulling her long ponytail around so she could peer at the shiny waves. “But freckles?” Her voice pitched upward on the last word, in very clear outrage at such an indignity.

  Stifling a chuckle, Erin said gravely, “Daddy used to have a few freckles too.”

  “I what?” Seth demanded, turning to glare at his wife at this unmotivated, unexpected attack.

  Erin gave him a silent, significant look, which made Seth slump back against the couch and say, “Nothing's wrong with having freckles. They make you look even prettier.”

  When Mackenzie relaxed and smiled at this affirmation, Seth slanted an unpleasant look at Erin from the corner of his eye. His grumpiness at such a silly thing made Erin so mushy that she had to lean over and give him a soft, wet kiss on the side of his jaw.

  “Hey,” Liz objected. “None of that. There are kids present.”

  Anna was still proudly holding her one card, but at this comment she declared to all and sundry, “Daddy kisses Mommy a lot.”

  Looking maliciously thrilled at this lead-in, Liz encouraged the girl to go on. “Really? He kisses her a lot?”

  Anna nodded matter-of-factly. “Yes. A lot. Especially when they go to bed.”

  Seth let out a stifled grunt, and Erin’s eyes widened with horrified fascination as she listened to her daughter continue with innocent frankness.

  “And sometimes they make noises,” Anna confided to Liz. “Once, I was scared because it sounded like Mommy was crying, but Mac said it was all right because it wasn’t sad crying.”

  Erin blushed beet red, and Seth slouched further down on the couch and muttered, “That’s it. We’re sound-proofing the bedroom.”

  Liz was visibly shaking with amusement. “So you never thought about going to check on them to make sure they were all right?”

  “I wanted to, but Daddy doesn’t like it when we come see them in bed.” She leaned over and whispered loudly to Liz, “Daddy sometimes doesn’t wear any jammies.”

  Erin choked on a burst of laughter, and Liz chortled gleefully. Seth cleared his throat and gritted out, “Liz, it’s been your turn to play now for five minutes.”

  “So this boy Justin,” he continued, obviously intent on changing the subje
ct as Liz focused on her cards again. “He just teases you about your hair? He’s not mean to you in any other way, is he?”

  Mackenzie sighed dramatically. “He’s mean about everything. He chases me, and he laughs at me when I get mad at him. And he said I was dumb because I don’t really know where babies come from.”

  Seth jerked a little, and even Erin’s mouth dropped open at this. “What now?” she asked. “I haven’t heard about this.”

  Mackenzie scowled, as if she were picturing the boy in question. “He said I didn’t really know, but I do know. I said that babies come from a mommy’s belly, because that’s where Anna came from.”

  On the other side of the coffee table, Anna echoed happily, “Babies come from mommy’s belly.”

  Mackenzie looked up at Seth pleadingly. “Isn’t that right, Daddy?”

  “That’s exactly right. And don’t let any whiny boy tell you differently.”

  Looking a little relieved, Mackenzie sat back on her heels. “I’ll tell him that my Daddy told me I was right. He said…” She hesitated, looking almost guilty. “He said that they came from…from fucking.”

  Erin choked on her surprise, and Seth made an angry growling sound in his throat. Once again putting her hand on her husband’s knee to keep him from channeling anger toward a six-year-old boy, she prompted, “And what did you say to that, Mackenzie?”

  “I said that wasn’t a nice word to say because Mommy always tells Aunt Liz to be quiet when she says it.”

  “Excellent answer,” Seth assured her, obviously reining in his indignation at the idea of anyone putting such ideas into his innocent daughter's head. “Don’t worry about what this boy tells you. It sounds like he’s just trying to act smarter than he is.”

  Mackenzie scratched her nose. “But what did he mean by that, Daddy?”

  Seth was starting to look visibly uncomfortable. “Nothing for you to worry about.”

  Mackenzie didn’t look entirely convinced by her father's non-answer, but Erin took pity on poor Seth and changed the course of the conversation. “Did Justin say anything else, pumpkin?”