“Your dirty mouth makes me so wet,” she murmured as I worked against her with my lips, trailing her throat as my palms pushed the dress up her thighs. “I didn’t think I could be this happy. Thank you for giving me such a magical day.” Her eyes finally turned, and the water hovering at her eyelids nearly undid me on the spot. I had so much love for this woman it couldn’t be expressed with words.
“You’re stunning–my life was messy and dirty before you, but because of you, I know that the future is bright. You changed everything. You’re the wild card I didn’t see coming. My life is so much fuller with you in it, even if it did take rescuing you in the dark,” I teased, and watched as her eyes lit with laughter. “I love making you laugh. I hope I never stop.” My eyes softened again. “I love waking up to you in the morning.” I planted a soft kiss on her lips. “And I love listening to you sing in the shower.” I snagged another kiss as she rolled her beautiful eyes. “Thank you for marrying me.”
She hummed against my lips as my palms trailed down to her waist, imagining the vibrant tiny heartbeat I knew to be there. “So when are we going to tell the family?”
“Maybe I’m not ready to share with them just yet.” I smoothed a palm over her belly, only gently protruding and hidden beneath layers of lace and satin. Four weeks pregnant. It’d been confirmed just this morning. We’d both been late to spot the symptoms, chalking much of it up to stress. And then I’d woken this morning at The Clifton to a positive pregnancy test perched perfectly on top of my pillow. I’d nearly tackled her in joy.
Her fingertips dusted across the nape of my neck and sent my system into overdrive. I gritted my teeth, thinking I only had a few more hours of playing pretend before I could bring her upstairs and unwrap her like my own priceless gift. I grunted, and then took her lips in a more promising kiss. “I’ve got plans for you tonight.” I dragged my teeth across the plump flesh of her bottom lip. “I can’t wait to get inside of you.”
“Yeah?” She sighed and shifted, lust glazing her eyes as her palm went to my crotch, feeling the rock-hard steel between my thighs. Her eyes shone with mischief. She stood and pulled me up by my hand. I rose, cupping her cheeks in my palms and planting a long, slow kiss across her mouth. I loved this woman more than I loved myself. She meant more, she cared more, she loved harder, and she loved me.
“You made me the luckiest man alive the day you got stuck in that elevator,” I murmured against her lips, our foreheads resting together, endless love pulsing with every heartbeat between us. I kneaded her sensitive flesh, pressing deeper against her softness. “Keep giving me those sweet moans, music to my ears, baby.” My hands roamed her silken skin, pushing the satin fabric of the dress down her thighs, my eyes savoring the soft dips and curves of her body in my bed.
I wanted her, I needed her.
I plumped one of her full breasts in my palm and latched onto a succulent nipple, tasting it on my tongue, rocking my hips between her legs, driving her as crazy as she did me on a daily basis. “Does that feel good?” I moved to her other nipple, a choked moan my only response as her hands tugged at my hair. “So sweet, so pure and innocent.”
I moved down her body, taking my time with her, aware every move I made sent another sigh of pleasure whispering past her lips. Like a song to my ears, I played her body until my hand found her soft, damp folds, eagerly welcoming my rough fingers. My appetite got the better of me, and I moved between her thighs and attached my lips to her clit, flicking my tongue and nipping with my teeth until her hands were clutching and clenching in my hair, her thighs tight around my ears as she rode her orgasm.
Unable to contain myself a second longer and while her body was still trembling with arousal, I sheathed myself in her hot body and relished the feeling of being home. Every moment I was inside her was like a gift, a new and blissful sensation, a feeling I hadn’t known existed. My fingers worked her clit fervently as I leaned over her soft body and latched onto her nipples, pulling in long slow sucks until her moans started up again, driving me to my own hard and fast orgasm.
I grunted as my muscles tensed and I felt myself release inside her, her own orgasm fisting around me as she cried and sang and came in a rush of pleasure. My breathing was heavy as I collapsed next to her instantly, pulling her into my body, my chest heaving with pants as her own eyes drifted closed with a sweet release.