It was raining heavily, so the crew took the afternoon off. Will was still at school and Matt had the whole day free. We had the house to ourselves, and boy did we take advantage of it. After we finished our pizza, Matt followed me downstairs as I put the box in the trash.
He came up behind me and pressed his body against mine.
“Did I ever tell you that you look so sexy when you eat pizza?” he whispered in my ear.
I smirked. “Yeah right.”
“It’s true.” He started to kiss my neck. “But then again, you look sexy no matter what you’re doing. When you’re eating pizza, or doing the dishes, or taking the garbage out.”
I laughed. “You’re ridiculous.” But I didn’t want him to stop. He knew I loved it when he talked like this. My confidence issues were getting better the more time we spent together, but as a shy, self-conscious woman, I still loved to be told I was attractive.
Matt reached up and slid the straps of my tank top down the sides of my arms and then started kissing my shoulders. I stood there and reveled in the feeling of his mouth against my skin. Then he grabbed my hips and spun me around so that I was facing him. Our mouths pressed together and we breathed each other in. I leaned into him, pressing my chest into his, hoping he could feel how turned on I was by the way my nipples were pointing through my shirt. It had been a couple weeks since we’d had sex, and I wanted him so bad.
He took my shirt off as we made out, and ran his hands all over the front of my body. My belly was protruding now, but it didn’t get in the way. I was wearing a stretchy skirt, so when he lifted me up onto the kitchen counter, it was easy for him to slide his hand up my leg and underneath my panties. I gasped as he touched me. Within seconds of feeling his fingers inside me, I was wet.
I started to moan as he rubbed my clitoris and kissed me with his tongue.
“You want to do this here,” he said as things started to progress. “It could be kinky.”
“Maybe another time,” I said. I put a hand to my lower back. “But this pregnant body needs to do this in a bed.”
“Say no more.”
I picked me up, fireman style, and carried me up to the second floor as if I weighed nothing. He put me down on the bed we now shared and took off his clothing. I took a moment to appreciate his muscular, tan body as he ripped my skirt off the rest of the way and laid down next to me. I spread my legs for him and he began to pleasure me again with his fingers, while he sucked on my nipples, which were extra sensitive these days. I sighed as he put two fingers inside of me and started to penetrate me faster and faster.
Then I reached down and moved his hand out of the way and straddled him instead. I liked being on top lately. My breasts were much larger than they used to be, and I liked it when Matt held them in his hands as I rode him slowly and methodically.
I slid him inside of me and moved my hips down as far as they would go. He gasped and then reached up to grab my chest. He ran his thumbs around my nipples, which were still wet with his saliva, and I sighed with pleasure.
For a while, it was just me moving, but as Matt came closer and closer to climaxing, he started to move underneath me. He was pushing into me deeper and deeper with each thrust, and I could feel myself coming close to finishing. He reached two of his fingers down between my legs to rub me as I slammed my hips back against his pelvis once, twice, and on the third time I gripped the sheets and cried out as we finished at the same time.
I didn’t get off right away. My stomach and vaginal muscles were still contracting and I wanted him to feel the remnants of the orgasm he’d just given me. I wanted him to know just what he could do to my body, and how much I loved him for it. Then I bent down and kissed him on the mouth and he smiled up at me.
“Marry me,” he said.
“What?” I went to move but he wrapped his arms around my back and wouldn’t let me go anywhere.
“Marry me,” he said again.
“Matt, are you serious?”
“Absolutely.”
“But— I didn’t think you wanted to get married ever again.”
“I didn’t think so either. And then I met you.”
I laughed. “If I say yes, then I don’t want to hear anything about how I trapped you into marriage with this baby.”
“It’s not a trap,” he said. “Being with you is nothing but a gift.” He reached up and kissed me again. “So say yes. Say you’ll marry me.”
I laid my head down on his chest and let out a satisfied exhale. “Okay,” I said. “I’ll marry you. Should we hit up the nearest 24 hour chapel or do we need to go to Vegas for that?”
He hugged me tight. “If that’s what you want, my love, we can head for Vegas right now!”
I shook my head. “No, that’s not what I want. But it’s nice to know you would be so accommodating.”
“Anything for you.”