“Hmm. Interesting. What should we nail with this hammer of yours?” I fist his hard shaft, and he groans. My entire body buzzes with adrenaline. Getting him off makes me hot as hell.
“I can think of a few things.”
“Yeah? So, can I.” I drop to my knees and pull the fabric down his thick thighs. His dick sways in the air like it’s trying to find its way into my mouth. No worries. I have no intention of denying him what he wants.
I lean forward and suck his hot cock into my mouth. While I work my tongue over the hard veins of his erection, I take him inch by inch until I can’t take any more of him.
For several seconds I hold myself steady and then gag and expose a couple of inches of his cock to the room. Not wanting to ignore his balls, I cup them in my palm and slightly squeeze.
“God, that feels fucking good.” He grabs fistfuls of my hair and tugs on the strands.
I moan around his girth as the sensation travels straight to my clit. Hair pulling is one of my biggest turn-ons. I suck him deep and release him repeatedly until his body tenses in front of me.
Clutching his thighs, I dig my fingernails into his flesh, earning me a hiss from between his clenched teeth. Bringing him to the brink is my specialty. The question is whether to tease him and deny his satisfaction or send him flying over the edge.
Over the last month, it’s like we’ve never been apart. We’ve spent the days trying to steal little moments where we can talk to each other or even better see one another. And our free evenings are spent filled with laughter and love.
It’s still over seven months until the baby will come, but we’re already debated names and argued about paint swatches. The toilet paper thing. We’ve resolved that. We’re an over the top of the roll family.
Our nights? Our nights are filled with this. Endless moments of touching, tasting, and fulfilling each other’s every desire. Swings and bondage are fucking hot.
We painted the room purple.
Epilogue
Trey
I blink back the sheen of tears, filling my eyes as I study our daughter. She has a perfect bow-shaped mouth and a button nose. Her hair is a soft wisp of dark reddish tresses that caps her head.
I run my fingers over it, and she tilts her head into my touch. Fuck. A single tear slides down my cheeks, and I don’t bother to wipe it away. This moment has been years in the making, and I couldn’t possibly be happier.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Natalie places her hand on my thigh as I rest against the hospital bed. My leg is braced on the floor, so I remain standing and not hogging her space.
All I did was stand around, pacing the floor while waiting for my beautiful wife to do all the work. The least I can do is not invade her space. Hell, I may never get laid again.
How do women go through all this pain and then be willing to have sex again? She’s my warrior princess.
“Yes, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Beside you.” I place Vivian into Natalie’s arms and study them both. My heart is incapable of expanding any more. I’m the luckiest man alive.
Natalie nuzzles her face against the baby’s head and sniffs. The combination of baby powder and the natural scent of baby is heavenly. I’ve had my turn. Now, she’s getting her chance. “She looks like you.”
“You think?” Natalie scrunches her face and straightens her arms out a little to gaze down at Vivian.
For several seconds, the room is silent except for the echo of footsteps in the hallway and random announcements on the intercom.
“You’re right. She does look just like me. I wonder if she’s yours.”
I roll my eyes and shake my head. “You’re a total pain in the ass.”
She grins and winks. “That’s why you love me.”
“Yes, that’s one of the many reasons.” I lean over and lightly kiss her lips. I’m careful not to press too hard against her swollen and bruised mouth.
Outside of the anxiety of the first couple of months, the pregnancy was a breeze. Natalie was full of energy and never battled with morning sickness. The fatigue had been a slight nuisance, but she’d soldiered on like it was nothing.
“Trey?”
“Yes, Babe?” I stand and cross my arms. Is she going to be sweet or sassy? I can never tell until the words come out of her mouth. She likes to keep me on my toes, and I wouldn’t change anything about her for the world.