The bedroom was warm, the air thick with the scent of our skin and the faint, clean smell of the sheets we’d just changed.  I watched him there, lying on his back, a lazy smile on his face as he watched me undress.  His eyes followed the curve of my hips, the dip of my waist, and I felt that familiar pull, the one that always started low in my belly and spread out like wildfire.

I crawled onto the bed, my knees sinking into the mattress as I hovered over him.  I leaned down, my hair brushing his chest, and pressed my lips to his.  It was a slow, deep kiss, the kind that promised everything.  His hands came up to tangle in my hair, holding me close, and I could feel him hardening against my thigh.  I wanted him desperately.

But as his hands started to roam lower, a thought flickered in my mind.  The little app on my phone, the one that tracked my cycle, had been very clear this morning.  Fertile.  Very, very fertile.  We loved our life, our chaotic, beautiful family, but we weren’t ready to add another one just yet.  Not tonight.

I pulled back from the kiss, a playful pout on my lips.  “Not so fast, mister,” I whispered, my voice husky.  I let my hand trail down his chest, over the hard plane of his stomach, until I reached the waistband of his boxers.  I hooked my fingers into them and tugged.  He lifted his hips, helping me pull them down, freeing his rigid shaft.  It stood proud against his stomach, the tip already glistening with a pearly bead of fluid.  He was beautifully thick, with a prominent vein that traced a path up the underside.

I shifted, straddling his thighs but keeping my hips high.  Then, I turned around, presenting my backside to him.  I pushed back and positioned him, letting the hard, hot length of his shaft nestle right between my round, full cheeks.  I squeezed them together slightly, enveloping him in my soft flesh, the tip of his member peeking back at him from the top of my cleft.  The heat of him against me was intoxicating.

“Good heavens,” he breathed, his eyes glued to the sight.  “That looks so incredible.  Like my own personal hot dog bun.”