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Tasha sat beside Russell, leaning her head against his shoulder as he snuggled into her, his arms wrapped firmly around her. Soon, however, the baby awakened, demanding nourishment and Russell leaned into her ear and whispered, "There's your cue mum, our son is calling you."

Tasha looked up at Russell a moment, pure love showing through in her gaze as she stared into those shining sea green eyes that held her so in thrall with their intensity. She reached a hand up, brushing back a few stray tendrils of thick chesnut hair from his handsome face, marveling that this man had given her everything she had ever wanted in her life: lifelong love, devotion and now a child. She stroked his cheek as he squeezed her just a little bit closer to him, bringing his lips down to her own and placing a sweet, lingering kiss there. She could read the emotion in his eyes much as she would a book, with a great deal written in between the lines. Her love for him was all encompassing, surpassing any of her expectations and it was with a start that she realized both of their families were staring at them and smiling. It was obvious there was a great deal of affection in this room, as they all grinned at the lovestruck twosome sitting on the couch and cuddling.

Slowly, Tasha broke the spell, having to tear her eyes from his in order to take the baby. She smiled down at Alexander as his little face turned red and he exerted his vocal cords. Needing some privacy, she attempted with little success to draw herself off of the couch, Russell's strong arms lifting her as he stood to help out. Her body cried out, aching in a thousand different places, but he held her tight and they headed for the bedroom so that she could feed Alexander.

Setting her down on the bed, his hands lingered on her shoulder as she made an attempt to pull up her blouse. Again, she was having little success, her arms tired and sore from straining while giving birth. Russell put his thick hands on hers, holding hers still. He grinned as she glanced up with puzzlement.

"I think you could use some help there, love. Shhhh, just let me do this for you. It's the least I can do." He smiled that sly grin, eyes alight with slight amusement. Placing a hand on her back, he leaned her forward enough to stuff a pillow behind her. She settled back, enjoying his ministations to her and then she felt his hand grasping the edge of her blouse and pulling it up. He bent, drawing himself down to one knee as he unstrapped the cup of her feeding bra. Her heavy, swollen breast popped free of the bra, with liquid trickling down. Russell cupped it, holding it as Tasha brought Alexander up to feed. Russell watched, a satisfied look in his sea green eyes, misty in the dim light. Tasha's head lolled back, and he watched as her eyes glazed over, sleepiness descending upon her. She closed her eyes, not fighting the feeling and Russell leaned down to her, placing a soft, light kiss upon each of her closed eyes.

Creeping over to the other side of the bed, he sat down beside her, rubbing her shoulder and eliciting soft sighs when he hit particularly sore spots. When Alexander was finished with her right breast, Russell leaned over and gently reinserted it into her bra, freeing the other when he was finished. She shifted the baby, bringing him up to her left breast and repeating the process. Russell's hand strayed to her hair, rubbing it gently and kneading her neck softly.

Soon, Alexander was sleeping soundly, the still-blue eyes closed in his gentle slumber. Russell looked up to find his wife asleep as well, tendrils of her hair brushing against the headboard as her head was leaned so far back. Reaching carefully down, he extracted Alexander from her arms, mindful not to wake Tasha and placed his son in the bassinet that was located beside their bed. He touched his son's forehead lightly, still amazed and reveling in his new fatherhood. Tucking a blanket around the baby, he turned back to his wife, tenderly easing his arms underneath her. He held her forward, smoothing out the pillow with one hand and when he was finished, he shifted her so that she lay further down in the bed. Placing a kiss upon her forehead, he gazed at her for a moment before slipping back into the living room.

The next few weeks established a pattern of working around the baby's sleeping cycles. Russell learned all about feeding, as Tasha used a pump on her breasts to make bottles so that her husband could be included in the daily care of Alexander. He changed diapers, grimacing when he found them to be laden with a smelly "surprise". Tasha laughed and teased him mercilessly about his apparent weakness where dirty diapers were concerned, to which he responded by taking little nibbles on her thoat and ears to remind her of what she was missing. One evening, when the baby was 6 weeks old, they were in the kitchen, with Tasha washing up the last of the dishes as Russell dried them.

Russell was grinning, noticing how her body was returning to normal and how she could now fit back into her jeans. She was wearing a tee shirt that covered her bulging breasts, her hair was pulled back into a pony tail that streamed down her back, the blonde wisps touching her fetching hips. She noticed that he had stopped drying and was watching her with avidity, his eyes straying to the parts of her body that were becoming firm again. She chuckled to herself, knowing that this had been the longest they had ever gone without lovemaking and that her body was now healed, ready to assume normal relations again. In truth, it had been so difficult for her, lying there in bed beside her enticing husband, but unable to have intercourse with him. They had satisfied themselves with oral attention, but both were eager for penetration.

Her parents had stayed with them up until yesterday and then they had been forced to return home, with promises that they would get a visit sometime in the near future. She had vowed that they would visit soon, thinking that the springtime in Indiana was lovely and imagining making love in a field of daisies in full bloom. Yes, they would definitely visit in the spring, she thought to herself.

She felt Russell move closer to her, pulling her body against his and pressing his groin into her hips.

"It has been 6 weeks now, love. When are you going to let me back in there?" He said, a licentious tone inflected in the growling voice that sent shivers down her back and caused goosebumps to appear upon her skin.

She felt his hands on her stomach, one reaching for a breast, the other for her crotch as his mouth ground into her neck, his beard rubbing up against her smooth skin and causing moisture to drench her panties. She smiled, letting him seduce her.

"I do believe you are practically purring, Mrs. Crowe." He whispered, sliding his mouth down to the top of her shoulder while his hands unbuttoned her jeans. She heard the zipper and then she felt his large fingers working their way down from her belly button to her damp panties. She moaned, pressing her ass into the bulge contained within his jeans, and his fingers pushed aside the panties to play across the fuzzy lips of her sex. Feeling the moisture there and hearing her whimper as his fingers worked their magic, he decided it was time for some fun.

Pulling his hands out of her jeans, he reached strong arms around her, picking her up and holding her close to him. The desire was apparent as she stared up at him, her dark eyes vitreous with passion and longing. He carried her to the bedroom, setting her down on her feet in front of the bed. Grasping the hem of her blouse, she held her arms up as he pulled it off of her. Before she could even lower her arms, he had the bra off as well. His hands then clamped onto her jeans, as his mouth assaulted her starting at the nape of her neck and slowly working his way down to her tummy. Making sure he had both her jeans and her panties, he pulled them down, revealing the silky, light curls soaked with her moisture. Lifting each foot, he eased the garments off.

Holding her thigh up with one hand, he wrapped the other around her, grasping her ass. She felt his tongue seeking entry into her sex, demanding and probing all at the same time. She felt her knees begin to buckle as he sucked and teased her clit, but he held her up with a powerful grip. Waves of pleasure passed over her, each one stronger than the next, until finally she felt his mouth pull away from her. With tender movements, he lay her down upon the bed, legs spread eagle and waiting for him.

Moving himself over top of her, he cupped her breasts as she begged him to take her, teasing the already hardened nipples. He positioned himself, his cock moving into her slowly, inch by inch until he was completely enveloped by her contracting sex. He groaned, feeling the muscles that had tightened so much in his absence begin to stretch around him, accomomdating her to his size again. She wrapped her legs around him and after a moment, he began to move, to thrust his hard length into her and pull out, only to thrust in again.

She felt his languid movements, felt the heat welling up inside of her abdomen, especially when he hit her g-spot. The ecstasy burst within her and she shook all over, her body overtaken by the rapture as he ground into her. Feeling her orgasm and the convulsions that gripped her body, he lost control, pumping her full of hot liquid, his own delectable nectar. She felt it streaming into her, filling her up and it increased her own climax as she tossed her head from side to side feeling the heat diffusing into every area of her body. They lay there, panting and trying to regain their breath as the satisfaction of gratification seized them.

His face hovered over hers, sweat-laden and glorious in the dim light and she watched as the sweat dripping from his hair dropped onto the bed all around her face. His elbows were resting on the bed as well, having braced him for his invasion of her body and she noted that they were sweating as well, his whole body damp and the liquids flowing forth from her own body as he withdrew from her.

He leaned to her, lips touching hers in a solemn and yet joyful kiss that ended with the both gasping for air.

"I'd say that was an excellent "re-introduction" to the wondrous world of lovemaking, husband." Tasha murmured.

He smiled, whispering, "That's because your body was made for mine, wife."

She held him closer to her as he lay his head down upon her chest, hugging him tightly and soon she heard the soft sounds of his slumber, his quiet breath tickling her skin. She felt safe to sleep, knowing that Alexander was visiting Russell's parents, and so she drifted off to join her husband in blissful dreams.