“Holy shit, I don’t know what you call that but … holy shit that’s hot,” he says.
I giggle. “Garter belts.”
His voice becomes suddenly deeper and huskier. “As long as I can still do this.” With that, he’s got the lace thong pulled to the side and his fingers are stroking my folds.
I cry out in surprise. I spread for him, allowing him to coat his fingers fully in my essence. I have to bite my lip so I don’t shout when he finds my clit and works it in erotic circles. He then lets go.
The sound of him unzipping his suit pants has me about to finish immediately. My body knows what’s coming next, even though we’ve never done it this way before.
He pulls me backward; Little Bear — which is not little by any stretch — is pressing against the back of my thigh.
“Take a seat, wife,” he says.
I gently do as he says, while he adjusts his position under me and slides the length of him deep inside. This totally new sensation, from this position, is not what I expected. I like to face him, to kiss his mouth while he has his way with my body. But feeling his strong chest against my bare back, one of his hands inside the front of my dress, and the other hand reaching around to pleasure my clit, has me feeling safe. Protected. Warm all over. Add to that the full length of his cock burying into my sex, and I might detonate around him way too soon.
My Bear is so caring, even when he’s urgent. And so crafty. Taking me like this, he knows I can only do so much with my hands except hang on tight. He’s holding m
e so close I can’t even control the thrusting.
When I feel him gush into me, he hits my hardest-to-reach spot. I come so hard and so rough I forget where I am and I scream out his name. I don’t even care if my dress ends up torn to shreds from our love. He’s so fully sheathed into me that my body takes in every last drop.
He keeps hold of me as I shudder through my climax, his lips tenderly dotting my bare back with soft kisses.
Bear’s hand is still inside the front of my dress, and when he squeezes one breast, I wince a little.
He stiffens under me. “Baby, you all right?”
I smile as I lean back against him and turn my head. “I’m fine. My breasts are a little tender today.”
“I’m taking you to the doctor tomorrow. I don’t like the sound of that,” he says.
I laugh. “I’ve already been to the doctor, and they say the tenderness might calm down during my second trimester.”
I don’t know how Bear does it, but he manages the strength to spin me around on his lap to face me. “Trimester? You’re pregnant?”
I can’t speak without a lump forming in my throat, so I nod.
Bear cups my face and kisses me deeply, slowly, almost worshipfully. He rests his forehead on mine. “Martha’s gonna be so jealous,” he laughs.
“Nah, she’ll be a great big sister. She’ll just have to get used to someone getting more presents than her at Christmas.”
We laugh as we talk and hug and kiss and plan, almost unaware that there’s a room full of people waiting on us to kick off the celebration.
As far as we’re concerned, our entire life is going to be a celebration of our love.
“I’m not in any particular rush to let go of this moment,” I say. “But I am getting hungry.”
Bear grins, full of mischief, when he says, “Maybe if we stay here long enough, someone will bring us some cake.”