I stood at the front door yesterday waiting for my sister to pick me up for lunch. She had called and said she and the little one were bored and wanted to get out of the house. Sounded like a great idea to me. She pulled up and the back seat of the car slid open and a chubby little three year old with a mop of blonde hair flew out of the car and come racing towards me. I bent down to catch him and he threw his arms around my neck in the biggest hug a little man can manage.

'Mine lub him Sarah,' he said.
'I love you too baby, but Sarah is a girl.' I corrected gently.
'Yep. Mine lub him Sarah girl.' He nodded.
'Sweetheart, Sarah is a her.' I smiled enjoying the warmth of his baby skin against my cheek. He pulled back and put both his chubby little hands on my cheeks and looked deeply into my eyes.
'Yep.' He said. 'Mine lub him Sarah her.' He kissed me with his baby lips then hugged me again.

I held him tightly and I felt a fierce love well up in me. I knew if anyone tried to get near this child, if anyone tried to hurt him, I would easily slit him or her a new mouth in his or her throat. If Mac had been home at that moment I would have dragged Him upstairs, tied Him to the bed and continually fucked Him until I knew I was carrying His child. Luckily I had calmed by the time I got home.

Lunch was a combination of good food, love and laughter, as anyone who has eaten with a three year old who thinks he is a comic genius could attest too. I mentioned it here because that little guy managed to lift my mood in a way no one else ever could.

When I arrived home late in the afternoon, (my sister and I can stretch lunch at least until the rest of her children are due home from school) Mac was here. It was unexpected and I kissed Him on the cheek gently in greeting. He slid His arms around my waist and sighed. I frowned and asked Him what was wrong.

'I got kissed,' He said, 'but as far as I could tell, there was no tongue involved.'

I laughed and snaked my hands around His neck, drawing His mouth towards mine and I slipped my tongue between His lips. He moaned. It was all very soft and loving. We stood like that for a while just enjoying being together. I told Him about my lunch and He chuckled at the little one's antics. He told me about His day and I snuggled into His neck and listened. He smelt so good. He touched me while we talked. He stroked my hair and cupped my cheek and caressed my neck.

He was still working, so I went to play in the kitchen while He did what He had to do. I was really feeling the affects of my period that had started the day before. I was tired and bloated and my back ached and I almost fell asleep during dinner. Mac and I snuggled up together on the couch and He was very soft with me, we watched something that Mac probably took in, I was more interested in dozing beside Him.

Mac roused me at bedtime and I shuffled up the stairs and showered and climbed into bed. He snuggled up against me and I wriggled and squirmed and carried on until He asked me what was wrong.

'I want to be fucked.' I said. 'I want my neck bit and my breasts sucked until swollen and I want Your cock thrusting in and out of me while I am pinned beneath You. I want You to pull my hair and bite my lips and I need Your hand on my throat while I sleep.' I was trying so hard not to cry. 'At the same time, I hurt so bad right now that if You touched me I would scream. A bad scream too.'

He looked at me with icy blue eyes that made me shudder. I hate it when His eyes go so cold. I love it when His eyes go so cold. I wanted Him so much.

He pulled my hair back and bit at my lips and at my neck. He sucked on my nipples, making both burn from the strength of His mouth. He grabbed a bottle of oil and surprised me by rubbing oil into my thighs. His body was heavy on mine and I almost wanted to push Him off but He pinned my hands to the bed and He bit at my lips and at my neck again. I cried. He slid His cock into the crevice made by my panties and my thighs and He rubbed against me. I tilted my hips so that the pressure was on my clitoris.

He didn't speak and nor did I. He licked and bit and sucked at my throat and I struggled beneath Him and cried some more. I started to pant and He put His hand over my neck to stop me. I took a deep breath and He put pressure on my throat. I gave in to the sensations in my groin and I came. The world shrunk so that He and I were all that existed. I shuddered and I shuddered and He licked my breathless lips and kissed my cheek and then my ear.

'You are so beautiful,' He whispered while I still shook beneath Him. He released my neck and I gasped, gulping in air. I pulled His face to mine with both my hands and I kissed Him sliding my tongue between His lips. He moaned.

'I love You.' I whispered against His mouth.
'Sarah. Oh god, Sarah.' He groaned and the heat of His semen on my thighs filled me with delight. I kissed Him again while the shuddering of His body calmed.

He rolled off me and tucked me into His chest. I was crying again.

'My girl,' He crooned. 'My beautiful gentle girl.' He tipped my face up to His and He kissed my eyes and my nose. He held me tightly against Him. 'My gorgeous, wicked girl.'

I tried to talk, to tell Him what He means to me but all I could do was choke on my tears.

'Shhh,' He soothed. 'Sleep my angel. I will look after you tonight.'

My crying quietened. I rested against Him and I noticed that we had loosened that awful tension in the muscles of my tummy and my back. I wasn't in as much pain now. I snuggled in closer and He stroked my hair and soothed me some more. I slept, knowing I was well cared for.

When I woke this morning, His hand was still resting on my thigh. I don't think He let go of me all night. I can't express the depth of love that I felt.

My arrogant, rough, beautiful, gentle Welsh rugby player.

I don't know how to thank You for loving me so much.