She mewls like a kitten, rubbing her body against me. I cup her behind and drag my hand closer to her sex. The soapy bathwater has warmed her skin, and my two fingers slip easily inside her. I thrust them in and out, slowly for as long as I can, because I know, soon, she’ll eagerly ask for fast.
I’m not disappointed when she starts thrusting her bottom against my fingers, demanding what belongs to her.
“Zander!”
I give in to her demands and increase my speed. My thumb finds her clit, and within minutes, she falls apart in my arms. Before she can come down from the high, I hoist her up and place her on my cock.
I’ve been rock hard since we started kissing, and I can’t wait any longer. Lost in her orgasm, she slowly rides on my cock, but that’s not enough. Not right now.
I put my arms under her legs and haul her up and down on my dick. Her throaty moans and my hoarse groans echo in the bathroom. Her head falls back, and I drag my mouth to her pointed pink nipples, going back and forth from one to the other. I bite on them, followed by deep sucking. In response, her sex tightens and crushes my dick, and I know she’s close.
“Come with me, Rose.”
And she does. She falls apart with a loud cry in my arms, and at the same time, I find my release inside her.
Her body trembles with aftershocks as she clings to me.
Thank God she started taking the pill. I don’t think I’d have had the courage to leave her in the bathtub and go hunting for a condom at this moment.
I push away the wet hair sticking to her forehead and place kisses all over her face. She sighs deeply.
“You really want to marry soon?” I can’t fucking believe it.
She opens her eyes unhurriedly, and the way they shine fuels my desire. Her blue eyes widen as I get harder, still inside her.
“Don’t look at me like that.” My face and neck feel hot with a hint of embarrassment. “You like unmanning me with your eyes.”
She giggles in response and pokes her tongue out at me. I try to pluck it, but she shies away. In all our jerky movements, I slip out of her, and we both groan at the same time, feeling bereft, which is followed by a hearty laugh.
“What are you laughing at, couch girl?”
“I don’t know,” she says in between laughs.
I hold her in my arms and get up from the bathtub. After placing her on her feet, I hand her a towel before grabbing one for myself from the heating rack. We dry ourselves before stepping into the small closet. While we continue to steal glances at each other, she grabs one of my T-shirts and then puts on her red boy shorts with white stars.
Her in nothing but her underwear and my T-shirt is always such a fucking turn-on. Before I get distracted by the smothering mix of her sexiness and cuteness, I pull on my track pants and T-shirt, dragging her out of the closet, which is too small to think straight.
She sits on the couch, and I turn on the fireplace. I can’t count how many evenings we’ve spent huddled together in this exact spot, talking about work, Elixir, our love, my brothers, but always avoiding the most relevant thing—our future.
But tonight is different.
I sit beside her as she continues to look at the fire, mesmerized by the flames. I noticed the first day we sat here that Rose is in love with this fireplace. This is the reason, even when we started to make improvements to the property, I knew we need to keep the traditional fireplace in the living room intact. I can already imagine our family and friends sitting around it or Rose hanging Christmas stockings on the mantel.
“Why did you agree to marry so soon? I thought you wanted to wait.” I try to keep my cool, even though I’m anything but cool inside. My pulse is running wild with a heady mix of emotions. I’m exhilarated that she agreed but nervous that she didn’t agree on tomorrow.
“I was nervous that once we got married, everyone, including you, would expect a baby.” Her eyes remained focused on the flames.
My heart stops beating. “And now?” I try hard to bury the hope behind my words.
“I’m not scared.” She turns slightly, looking at me from the corner of her eyes. Her face glows under the orange flames. “Do you want to have a baby…someday?”
My heart leaps into my throat. It’s as if I’m in a dream. Isn’t she saying everything I’ve wanted since I met her?
“I’d love to have a baby or two with you, Rose. I would love to have some mini-Roses running around.”
“What about mini-Zanders?” Her eyes twinkle with happiness.
“Them too.” My throat clogs, imagining our kids running around our new house in little white diapers.