“I want a shower and our bed,” I say wistfully. “And ice cream. Do you think the ice cream is still good?”
“Does ice cream go bad?”
“I don’t know,” I say getting up and checking the freezer. “Damn. This is some old ass ice cream,” I say, tossing it into the trash, while yelling to Sven who is still in the living room.
“I can go get some,” he says walking into the kitchen.
“Nah. Let’s go to bed instead,” I say, changing my mind.
“Let me fuck you instead,” he says, quirking an eyebrow at me.
“Isn’t that what I said?” I ask pulling my shirt off followed by my bra. He pulls his own shirt off and unbuttons his shorts letting them fall before kicking them off. I shimmy out of both my jeans and panties.
“Fuck, baby. That body is going to be the death of me,” he says. His voice is thick and full of lust.
“Well, we wouldn’t want that,” I say stepping closer to him. His lips find mine and I am lost.
“No, we wouldn’t.” He lifts me up and my legs wrap around his waist. He carries me to our bed and sets me down gently. He lays on the bed, on his back.
“Sit on my face, baby. Give me that pussy juice.” I grin and do as he asks. I face away from him as he starts to eat me. I lean down and pull his hard cock into my mouth. His huge cock hits the back of my throat and his precum hits my taste buds, causing me to moan. It doesn’t take much. I am so fucking keyed up and he knows just how to make me come. I moan around his cock, which sets off his own orgasm. I swallow down his release.
I climb off of his face, turn myself around, and begin to seat myself on his somehow still hard cock. My juices are evident in his scruffy beard. Leaning down, I kiss him tasting myself on his lips. How sinful is it that I love it? He groans as I slide my cunt down onto each inch of him. I ride him like my life depends on it. I need him. Everything about me was made for him.
“I love you, Cymion,” he says on an upward thrust, his left hand resting lightly on my bump.
“I love you, too, Sven.” God, his cock is so fucking deep like this. I crave him. Everything in me tells me that everything is going to be just short of perfect.
My husband. My filthy Viking. My whole world.
Epilogue
Sven
2 Months later
I am such a fucking wreck. Here we are sitting in the doctor’s office and though I am supposed to be basking in the moment with my beautiful wife, I am losing my damn mind. See, we are about to find out the sex of the baby and it never occurred to me that we could have a girl. I mean, logically I know it’s only two options. Of course, a couple of my brothers have had girls. But in my mind, the almighty would never give a crazy asshole like me a girl. I mean look at how much of a beast I am about my wife. Cym is laying on the table waiting for the doctor to come in and laughing at me.
“Sven, would you get your overworked ass over here. I can’t believe you. Seriously. You have nieces. I mean hell, did you forget about Hailey? You’re being ridiculous.” I snap my head towards her. I hate the word ridiculous. Especially when it has anything to do with the way I love her.
“Baby. Seriously. I can barely walk down the street with you beside me without the dogs slobbering all over you. And that’s with my child visible in your stomach. What the hell am I going to do with a daughter who will be equally as beautiful and a pain in my ass?” Her eyes begin to water, and I think I might have gone too far. I forgot how sensitive she is right now. Now, my gut hurts. The guilt from making her cry.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Please don’t cry.”
“I’m fine, Sven. Your just so fucking sweet. What would have happened if we hadn’t met?” See. She is crazy. I never know what her tears mean.
“Impossible baby. Our souls were connected even before I knew you existed. Which is why, when we saw each other it was instant. This was going to happen. Just like our baby, whichever it turns out to be was meant to be here.” I say rubbing her stomach. I am about to kiss her when the doctor finally walks in.
“Mr. and Mrs. Jorgensen. Are we ready for your baby’s close up?” We both nod our heads. I am no longer worried about it. As long as I have my wife, everything will be ok.