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Rowena shuts the nursery door quietly, baby monitor in hand as she pads down the hall toward her and Sam's bedroom. Ainsley was finally sleeping through the night in her crib, having transferred from the basinet in their room last week, and Rowena was looking forward to a hot shower before bed.
Sam had been on the phone with Dean when she'd brought Ainsley up to bed, and as she passes the top of the stairs, she hears him laughing in the kitchen. Her lips tug into a smile, and she sheds her clothing before she brings the monitor with her into the bathroom, perching it on the counter as she stepped under the hot spray of the shower.
She takes the time to wash her hair twice, letting her deep conditioner sit as she finally shaves her legs for the first time in weeks. When she steps out of the shower, wrapping herself in a soft towel to dry off while she carefully dried her hair, the red strands falling around her shoulders in loose curls. She presses moisturizer into her face, frowning at the circles that still darkened her under eyes.
The towel drops, and her gaze is critical as she looks at her naked body. It had changed over the last year- carrying and birthing Ainsley had given her lines of silvery stretch marks that marred the skin of her belly and her hips, and her breasts were fuller, heavy with milk and striped with stretchmarks of their own. Her belly hadn't returned to flatness after Ainsley's birth- there was a soft, permanent curve to her midsection that remained as evidence of the daughter she'd carried within her for nine months.
Rowena jumps a little at the soft wolf whistle in the doorway, turning to find Sam watching her, leaning against the door jamb with his forearm pressed to the wood. She smiles indulgently, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. Sam's eyes narrow as he frowns.
He steps into the bathroom, moving until he's standing behind her, tugging her back against his chest and meeting her gaze in the mirror. "What's going on in that head of yours?"
Rowena's quiet, eyes trailing down her own body in the mirror, before she shrugs.
"Just vanity," she murmurs, but Sam's frown deepens. His hand lifts from her hip to stroke tender fingertips over the stretchmarks of her belly, and warmth pools in her belly at the touch.
"It can't be about these," he says, and Rowena shivers when he follows one up her belly, pressing faintly into her skin. "Because these are just evidence of Ainsley growing inside you. Proof that you carried a physical manifestation of how much I love you inside you until she was ready to meet the world."
Rowena's chest goes molten.
Sam's hands continue upwards, and his palms cup her full breasts, thumbs stroking over peaked rosy nipples and making a soft moan fill her throat. Sam's mouth touches the side of her neck.
"And these- so full and heavy with milk for our daughter," he murmurs, and his voice is rough with arousal as his thumbs stroked her nipples. Rowena arched into his touch. "I get hard just thinking about these. How sweet you taste, how good you feel in my mouth."
Rowena whimpers, arching as milk beads at her nipples- Sam swipes a thumb over one, gathering the liquid, and brings it to his mouth. She watches, cheeks flushing, as he sucks the milk from his thumb, and feels the wetness drip between her thighs. Sam's cock is hard and thick against her lower back, and she grinds back against him- feels triumphant when he groans, hand settling in the triangle between her hips to keep her close.
"If you think I'm not obsessed with your body like this- knowing that your body changed to carry my child, that I got to watch your belly swell because I put a baby in you…Rowena, I have to physically hold myself back from having you on my cock every moment possible," his voice is a low growl as his hand slid further down until he could cup between her legs, burying his face against her with a groan at how wet she was.
His fingers frame her clit, giving her leverage to grind against him, and Rowena's palms smack against the counter for stability as her thighs part further. Sam encourages her, pressing soft kisses against the round of her shoulder as her hips rock into his touch. After a moment, though, her fingers encircle his wrist and squeeze.
"Fuck me," there's a soft beg in her voice, and Sam is powerless to resist her- shoves his sweats to his knees and spins her around so he can get her up onto the counter, spreading her thighs once he's tugged her to the edge. Rowena's fingers sink into his hair, and her cry when he thrusts inside her echoes off the bathroom tiles. Her thighs are soft and plush against his hips, her nails digging into the back of his neck as she arched into him, head against the mirror and face shining with pleasure.
She tugs him closer- draws his head down until he can pull a nipple into his mouth, whimpering as he sucked until milk began to leak into his mouth, sweetness bursting on his tongue. Her cunt ripples around him, and when the milk slows, he switches to her other breast, hips steadily rocking into hers. When he pulls away from her breast, his mouth is damp and his tongue is stained white with her milk, expression drunk as he planted his hands on the granite counter on either side of her hips.
When he fucks into her now, it's with purpose- Rowena sobs at the stimulation to her clit, one hand lifting to press to the mirror above her head, the other squeezing Sam's bicep tightly, desperate for the connection of his skin as her climax drew closer and closer. Sam drops a hand to where they're joined, his thumb pressing hard against her clit as his hips fuck into her again and again, pressing hard against the deepest part of her as she cries out his name, clenching hard around him.
"I want you to come for me, baby," Sam murmurs, kissing the hinge of her jaw before his tongue lapped at the sweat pooled in the hollow of her throat. "Wanna feel your cunt all tight around me when you come. Wanna hear you beg me to fill you up. Come on, Ro. Beg me."
Rowena parts dry lips, tongue darting out to wet them as she met Sam's gaze- her eyes are hazy with pleasure, jaw slack as she tips her hips forward, ass perched on the edge of the counter to give Sam the most depth. The sound of their hips snapping together is wet and loud and lewd, echoing around the bathroom, and her tits are damp with milk and Sam's saliva. Her orgasm is so close- can feel it, building between her hips and at the base of her spine.
"Want you to fill me up," she whispers hoarsely, whimpering when he pinched her clit harshly between his fingers. "Wanna feel you in me, Sam. Wanna be so full of you it leaks out."
She draws the hand at her clit up, pressing his palm to the swell of her belly.
"Wanna be so full of you this swells again," a gasp leaves her at the next harsh thrust, whining as Sam's pace picks up even further. His name leaves her parted lips, whiny and aroused and hoarse. "Sam- oh, Samuel, please- fuck!"
Rowena comes in a gush, soaking the counter as Sam fucks her through it in short, sharp thrusts as grunts leave his throat, his own orgasm just out of reach. Rowena shoves his hand up her thigh- the added stretch makes her impossibly tighter, and Sam shouts her name as lightning races down his spine, spilling inside her in thick, molten pumps. It's so, so much- Rowena's so full there is, indeed, a bump between her hips, full of Sam's cum, and she whines, squirming when Sam presses against it, his dick still rock hard inside her.
Her squirming sets him off again, more cum spurting out of his cock, and she moans, so full it aches. Sam grips her hips, grunting as he stills her.
"Stop moving unless you want me to come again," he gasps, cock twitching inside her, more cum spilling into her. Rowena whines, clit throbbing as Sam leans in to kiss her mouth, the pressure of him having her clenching hard. He pulls away from him with a groan, cock throbbing inside her as he comes one final time- Rowena's so stuffed there's a noticeable curve to her belly, and even as Sam deflates inside her, his cock works valiantly to harden again, desperate to make it stick.
"Plug," she breathes, whimpering as Sam pulls out of her- he's already tugging open one of the drawers, soft purple silicone in his hands for only a moment before he's pressing it between her thighs, easing it inside her and plugging her up to keep his cum inside her. Sam's mouth finds hers, kissing her far too softly for how they'd just defiled their bathroom counter, and Rowena nipped at his lips playfully.
Sam smiles, palms cupping her cheeks, and kisses her so thoroughly Rowena's lightheaded by the time he pulls away. In the next moment, he's sweeping her up into his arms and carrying her back into their bedroom to deposit her onto their bed- his knuckles trace over where her belly was swollen with him, making her squirm, a breathy noise leaving her.
He returns to the bathroom to dampen a cloth- Rowena arches into his soft touches as he cleans her skin, then whines when his mouth returns to her breasts, nipping at the curves and pressing against where she was stuffed full until she comes just from the pressure, writhing in the sheets. She finally shoves at his head lightly, falling back against the pillows and panting desperately, thighs pressed together tight as she whined in overstimulation.
"Fuck," she whispers, fingers clenched tight in the sheets as the ache between her legs bloomed hotly, desperation twining around her spine like a vine. She spread her thighs, panting, and pressed Sam down until he was nestled between her thighs, his thumbs stroking the soft skin where her leg met hip. "Mouth- my clit- need your-"
Despite her inability to speak, Sam's mouth latches onto her clit, tongue rolling over the bundle of nerves, thick and hot and begging to be nipped. He keeps his teeth gentle, even as the desire to consume her roils through him- a leftover sensation from his demon blood days, when he'd slice Ruby's soft, pale skin with a sharp knife and drink down her blood as she orgasmed.
He's gentle with Rowena, though- fiddles with the plug in her cunt, adding to the sensations as he traces the letters of his name against her clit with the tip of his tongue before he takes the organ between his teeth and applies steady, hard pressure without biting down until Rowena's back arches and she smothers him with her hips, sobbing until her orgasm spirals her into silence, whining, panting breathes escaping her mouth.
Sam knows not to touch her as she comes down- instead, rises on shaking legs to fill a glass with cool water to set on the bedside table with a couple of ibuprofen. He tugs on a pair of boxers, hissing when the cotton brushed his sensitive cock, and kneels at the end of the bed. He kisses the inside of Rowena's ankle once her breathing's steady, and she hums, satisfaction in the sound.
"Help me up," she croaks, and Sam takes the hands she offers, helping her sit up. She sips at the water, taking the meds, and then lets him help her to her feet.
He changes the sheets, listening to the soft noise Rowena makes before there's the rush of liquid into the toilet bowl before she flushes. The sink runs as she washes both the plug and her hands, and when she returns to the bedroom she's pulled her hair back away from her face and grabbed the baby monitor he'd left in the bathroom.
The lights blink, showcasing Ainsley's soft breathing as she slept, and Rowena sets it on her bedside table before she pulls on a nightgown and pats lotion into her skin. When she settles against him in the new sheets, head under his chin and arm around his waist, she smells like gardenias, but beneath that she smells like him, and Sam inhales, addicted.
Rowena snuggles closer, yawning, and Sam uses his phone to turn the lights off before he wraps his arms around her, settling in to sleep.
"Thank you," she whispers, and Sam's fingers trail over the ridges of her spine, waiting for her to continue. "I know my body changing after childbirth is natural, but…I've been struggling with feeling attractive. It was so different after Fergus- I was a child myself, and my body bounced back nearly instantly. This time…I just feel different. It's been harder to feel like me again, after nine months of growing another human being."
"For the record, there is nothing you could do that would make me anything but wildly attracted to you," Sam murmurs, and Rowena smothers her laugh in his chest. "I thought you were gorgeous before, I thought you were devastatingly sexy while you were growing our baby, and I think this version of you- the version that brought our daughter into the world after hours of labor and uses your body to keep her alive- is even more infinitely beautiful."
His lips touch the top of her head.
"Just never cut your hair," he says, and Rowena pinches his side, but he can feel her grin against his neck, and his own smile blows wide. "Get some sleep. I'll grab Ains if she wakes up."
Rowena yawned again, nodding, and brushes a kiss to Sam's pulse point before she settles her head on his chest and closes her eyes, content in Sam's embrace.