“Like a little kid?”
“Come on, short stack. Humor your husband for a moment.”
“Fine. But just remember when your feet are crushed and bruised tomorrow from carrying my fat ass with your giant baby in my belly, that you asked for it.”
He slides his hands from my back down to my cheeks and grabs a handful, squeezing gently. “I love your fat ass.”
I chuckle. “Well, you better get used to it because I don’t think it’s going away after this baby is born.”
Gabe kisses the tip of my nose, and then he trails a line of hot wet kisses down my neck. I cant my head to the side, giving him better access. “You’re perfect, wifey. No matter how fat your ass does or doesn’t get.”
“Good answer,” I pant.
His hand cups my breast, his large thumb sliding across the fabric of my gown and flicking my nipple. I moan and reach for his belt buckle, unfastening it and his top button.
Gabe grabs my hand and stops me from exploring further. “You wanna do this here?”
“Yeah.” I shake off his hold and unfasten his zip before slipping my hand inside to stroke his velvet dick, already hard and straining against my touch. “I want you to fuck me like I’m not your wife, like I’m not carrying your child.”
“Jesus, Freckles,” he mutters, and then his lips meet mine, shoving inside so deep I almost choke. He walks us back to the vanity and pulls away from my lips. I stare up at him, wondering why he stopped but a half smile twists the corner of his mouth, and he grabs my waist and turns me to face the mirror. I meet his reflection and bring my arm up to grip his hair as he bows his head to my ear. “You want my dick in your hot little cunt?”
I close my eyes and revel in his hot kisses against my neck. “Yes.”
“Look at me,” Gabe demands.
My lids snap open, and I meet his gaze.
“I’m gonna fuck you until we’re both raw.” He cups my breast and squeezes. It hurts, but it only adds to how turned on I am right now. “Do you want that? Me in your tight cunt, filling you full of my cum. Owning you the way you know I always have.”
I gasp. “Oh, god. Yes.”
“Then spread your thighs for me, baby.”
I do as he says, not caring that we have a house full of people, that wedding sex is supposed to be sweet and romantic. I want him to fuck me raw, just like he promised. I want dirty. I want him to take me like a Viking, own me like we both know he does.I want to forget Arturo told me he loved me on the day I married another man.
When we walk back to the party, it doesn’t take long for our friends to bombard Gabe with drinks, but he refuses them as he takes my hand and leads us to the dancefloor. My new husband holds me close as we dance to the gravelly sweet tone of “Better” by Billy Raffoul. My tired feet give out before my heart wants to, and we settle onto one of the plush velvet couches around the yard.
“Hey, wifey.” Gabe pulls me into his lap, brings our entwined hands to his lips, and places a kiss on my knuckles.
“Hi, husband.”
“I can’t believe we did it, Lo,” he whispers in awe. “I finally made you mine forever.”
A lump forms in my throat and I tear up again.
Gabe takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Do me a favor? No more crying on our wedding night.”
“I’m just happy, and ... overwhelmed.”
“In a good way though, right?”
I nod. “I can’t believe you did all of this.”
“I had a lot of help, and I’ve been planning this for weeks now.”
“Thank you.” I wrap my arms around his neck, unable to believe that I still feel so small, so delicate in his hands, even though I’m eight hundred years pregnant and the size of a whale.
“I know this pregnancy hasn’t been everything it should’ve been, and I know a lot of that is my fault.” He splays a big hand over my belly and rubs. “I’m gonna do better, I promise you that. All I need is you and this baby.”