Save Me, Daddy

He nods. “Ah, yes. The night when we didn’t even make it to our room.”

With a giggle, I answer, “We didn’t even make it to the nearest sofa, Jayson.”

Jayson pales. “We’ve done it many times since. I could have hurt you, or the baby.”

I shake my head. “I talked to Dr. Anderson when I found out. She let me know that it’s perfectly safe to have sex, even with my history. As much as I wanted to surprise you with the news on our wedding night, I wouldn’t have put our baby in danger.”

I look down as his eyes fill with tears for a moment.

“I know.” He turns to me again. “How long have you known, agape mou?”

“About four weeks.” I can’t help but feel a little sheepish. “It almost killed me to wait to tell you.” I wanted to wait until the wedding night, but I’d had another reason as well. Dr. Anderson assured me that once she saw the heartbeat, there was a less than five percent chance of miscarrying. The little heart had fluttered away at the ultrasound last week.

“You deserve a sound spanking for not telling me sooner,” he says with a growl.

I grin.

“Promises, promises.”

His expression turns serious. “I will keep every promise I make to you, Harper.”

With a solemn nod, I answer, “I know, Jayson. I trust you completely.” I have no hesitation at uttering the words. Jayson’s proven his love and trustworthiness in a thousand tiny ways, and a few major ones—like taking me with him when he went to Maia’s hotel to confront her. The scene had been ugly, but we haven’t heard a word from that woman since that night.

“S’agapo, Harper.” His voice is soft as the bubbles that surround us.

He loves me.

“Ke ego s’agapo, Jayson.” I turn in the water to face him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. “Forever.”

His kiss is fierce, almost feral with passion.

His wet body is against mine, and I can feel his shaft growing against my leg. I want him inside me so badly. In some ways it’s the only time I feel complete when he takes me.

“Fuck me,” I manage to say between kisses.

“Yes,” he growls. “Yes, little Harper.” He turns me around so that my ass is in the air and I’m leaning out of the tub onto a set of towels on the ledge. With a shock I feel his lips against my butt cheeks, as his hands massage them.

“What are you doing?” I ask him softly, but he ignores me. His fingers are tracing the soft skin from my ass to my clit, softly, barely touching, so that I’m practically whining for him. Then I feel his tongue on me, in my most intimate of places.

It’s a sensation I’ve never felt before, to have his tongue circling that opening while his fingers get closer and closer to plunging inside.

But instead of doing that, despite the slick evidence of my need, he grasps one butt cheek in each hand and licks the length of me as he opens me up. I squeal as his tongue moves in like a snake, swirling its wetness as he massages my ass cheeks.

“Jayson,” I say, shocked, as he licks me. The only sound in return is a growling groan, and the vibration of his voice makes me close to coming. Then one finger slowly enters my tender wetness moving in and out, rubbing the g spot as he licks, brushing my clit with his thumb.

I’m weak, barely able to hold my head up as he expertly brings me to a climax harder than I’ve ever felt in my life. I scream his name, my husband’s name, my true husband’s name, as he fills all my openings with himself.

“That’s right,” he says as I pant as the orgasm subsides. Then he slaps my ass softly. “That’s right.”

He presses the head of his cock against my slit, teasing me with the petal-soft skin of the head before pushing it in, its hard length filling me and opening me. His slow pace is perfectly torturous, perfectly pleasurable at the same time.

“Fuck me,” I whine again. “You feel so good.”

“It’s you.” His voice is low. “You feel so wet and soft. You have the best pussy, Harper, so sweet and tight.” He swivels his cock around as he grasps my hips. “That pussy is mine forever.”

I know he’s right. It’s always been for him, from the first moment I laid eyes on him and he made my virginal self all hot and bothered, I knew it was for him.

“I’m yours,” I groan softly, leaning into the towel.