“There’s my beautiful wife,” Gabe says from the kitchen as I descend the winding staircase.
The scent of steak and garlic hangs in the air, and I stalk to the kitchen like a woman possessed—or maybe just a heavily pregnant woman who can’t get enough of red meat all of a sudden.
I wrap my arms around him from behind and peek at the steak resting on the plate, and the blue flames rising from the frying pan as he cooks off the alcohol in the brandy sauce. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
“I figured you’d wake eventually when you smelled the ribeye.”
“Oh god. Is that wine?” I loosen my hold on him and pick up the bottle, then I unscrew the lid and breathe in the woody bouquet of red with a whine.
“Shit, sorry. I thought you’d be okay.”
“No, I am.”
“You know the doc said a glass is okay?”
“I don’t wanna risk it. We’ve had enough drama around this pregnancy. No sense in adding more for a taste of Jesus Juice.” I screw the cap back on and cradle the bottle close to my chest, and then I’m struck by a brilliant idea. “Though if you drink it, and I kiss you ...”
“Oh, I see where this is going now.” He switches off the stove and picks up his wineglass, turning to face me. “Is this what you want?”
He lifts the glass to his mouth and takes a small sip. I wet my lips and step closer, then I bunch his shirt in my fist and pull himdown to me, running my tongue over his lips. Bold red, sweet, with just a hint of spice dances across my taste buds and I whine.
“Fuck.” His breathing is ragged, and he grabs my hand, loosening my hold on his shirt and glides it down to the bulge in his jeans. “I guess dinner is ruined.”
“Guess so,” I murmur, and I lead him up the stairs. I unfasten his zipper and yank his jeans down around his ankles. I sink to my knees, not an easy feat for eight months pregnant on wooden floors, and drag my tongue over the rosy tip of his velvet dick. A drop of precum hits my tongue and I savor his sweet, salty taste as I swallow his crown and work his shaft with my hand. Gabe groans and slides his thumb over my top lip, where his dick meets my mouth, he pushes inside stretching my lips impossibly wide and fucks my mouth until I have trouble breathing. He knows not to try and deep throat me when I’m this pregnant, because the consequences could be dire. Instead, he pulls his thumb free and traces it over my cheek.
“As much as I’m loving seeing you on your knees swallowing my cock, I want inside your perfect cunt, wifey.”
I slide his dick from my mouth with a pop and place my hand in his, letting him help me up from the floor. Once I’m on my feet, he leans down and kisses me deeply. I melt into his touch and long to climb him like a fucking tree, but I’m no longer able to move that way given how huge my belly is. He seems to be aware of this, and he cups my chin and leans in, tentatively kissing my swollen lips.
God. How could I have risked this? How could I have put our marriage in jeopardy that way? I need to tell him. I have to come clean.
“Gabe ... wait,” I say between kisses, moaning as he trails his lips down my neck and lowers his head, taking my puckered nipple in his mouth and sucking hard. A bolt of desire shoots through me, right from my breasts to my core, and I clench mythighs together to stave off my need. “Gabe. I need to tell you something.”
“Can you tell me when I’m not about to be balls deep inside you?”
“No.” I shake my head and try to squirm away, but he slides his hands into my leggings, shoves my panties aside and pushes two fingers deep inside me. “I need to tell you nooo—oh god.”
He fucks me with his long, thick fingers, mercifully hard and so fucking good. His fingers curl against my front wall and my whole body jerks with the sensation.
“Gabe ... wait.”
“You gonna come for me, baby? Gush all over these nice clean sheets?”
Holy fuck. I always knew he had a dirty mouth, but my husband was next-level hot when he talked dirty while his fingers were buried inside me.
“I-I ...” I pant and try to pull his hand from between my legs, but he keeps going, fucking me so hard with his fingers that my pussy squelches obscenely. “I need you to stop. Just listen.”
“But your cunt is so close to drenching my whole fucking hand.”
“I kissed Arturo,” I blurt out. Silence fills the space between us and his fingers pause their relentless rhythm.
“What did you just say?”
My heart beats double time as I take a shaky breath and whisper, “I kissed him.”
Gabe’s green-eyed gaze turns glacial. “When?”
“Last night. I went to his house, and I—”