Jess’s eyes flicked around the room as if looking for answers on the ceiling. “I think so. It feels weird.” Her gaze found mine. “Does it feel different for you?”
I wriggled a tiny bit and smiled when she giggled. “A little spongier, I guess.”
“It’ll be all stretched and out of tone.”
Kissing away the crinkle between her eyebrows, I gently rocked while blanketing her body with my own.
“It’s perfect. So perfect, in fact, that I don’t think I’m going to last long.”
Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me into the crook of her neck. I inhaled her scent, getting lost in everything about my wife as if this was my first time with her.
I barely moved, barely thrust, barely so much asbreathedbefore an orgasm threatened. “Oh fuck,” I muttered, voice shaky and tense.
Surprise lit Jess’s tone. “Already?”
“Yeah, already, babe. It’s literally been months and there’s no holding this back.”
I kissed her and thrust a fraction harder while pulling at the reins of my control. I promised her tender and slow, but fuck, as good as it felt, holding back was agonising.
“That’s feeling good,” she breathed out, opening her legs a fraction wider for me.
“You’re telling me,” I growled, then couldn’t stop the long, low groan that gathered in my chest. It tore from my throat as my release hit like a goddamn freight train.
“Holy fuck,” I panted. “That one took me by surprise.”
Sparks of worry appeared between Jess’s brows. “Was it okay?”
“Babe, are you kidding? You witnessed how fast I came; don’t tell the crew—they’ll make fun of me,” I joked around a breathless laugh. “Was it okay for you?”
I welcomed her red nails trailing down my arms. “A little uncomfortable to begin with, but not as bad as I was expecting.”
“Gee, thanks,” I drawled, smirking.
Amusement danced in her dark-brown irises. “You just wanna be told how great you are.”
“Well…” I shrugged. “My ego could do with a little stroking.”
She laughed and gently squeezed my face between her hands. “Oh, trust me; there’s absolutely nothing wrong with yourego,cowboy.”
I sat back on my haunches and cupped my junk. “How can there be when I’ve got a beautiful wife and a perfect son. That’s an ego trip right there.”
My laughter died when I glanced between Jess’s legs. Immediate concern pulled my brows low. My eyes flicked to her face, then down again.
“Uh, babe… there’s blood.”
Jess pushed up on her elbows and peered down her body. “How much?”
“A little.”
“Is it gushing?”
“No. Wait there and I’ll grab some toilet paper.”
After hastening to the bathroom and back, I handed Jess the tissue and waited while she wiped and inspected it. Having a doctor for a wife at times like these sure put my mind at ease—especially now that we had a baby to care for.
“Oh, that’s fine,” she concluded off-handedly, scrunching the paper. “Only a little blood mixed with your come.”
I frowned harder. “So it’smyblood?”