Just when I think I couldn’t love her more than I do at this second, she whispers in my ear and makes my cock spring to life.
“I think it’s time to get in the back seat.”
22
Katrina
I’m standing at the very edge of the beautiful dancing area connected to the beach where our wedding was held.
The sea breeze is picking up, and the red and gold streaks on the horizon are even more breathtaking than the beach.
My gown stirs in the wind as I run my hands over my hips.
It’s a beautiful, perfectly-tailored gown. I had it made in the first stages of wedding planning, as I wanted to be sure I got the design before it was sold elsewhere.
The slender straps and hugging sheath falling into a gorgeous soft drape of long fringes across the skirt enchants me.
When I move and twirl, tiny silver threads grab the light and shine like shooting stars.
It’s just a bit tight across the tummy and hips, but that’s not the dressmakers fault. That’s just what happens when you have your gown fitted early, then get married at nine weeks pregnant.
A warm hand touches my shoulder, and I turn, smiling.
I know it’s Will, and I just let myself drink him in.
He looks amazing in his dove grey tux. It complements my dress perfectly and sets off his deep blue eyes and dark hair.
The angles of his face look more dramatic than ever, maybe he was always this handsome, maybe I have a new appreciation, or maybe it’s just that he doesn’t look hungry anymore.
That desperate energy he had when we first met started to bleed away when he put the ring on my finger.
It disappeared for good the day we found out, for sure, that I was pregnant.
He hugged me so hard I had to tell him to stop squeezing me—or I’d barf up the baby.
He puts an arm around me and I lean into him as he turns and begins to walk back into the reception.
“The others want to dance,” he whispers close to my ear. “And we have to do our wedding waltz first.” He rubs my tummy lightly. “How’s junior? Okay?”
I have to laugh.
“Yes, darling. Fine. Just like the last ten thousand times you’ve asked me.”
He pulls me in for a kiss, like there’s no one else in the room.
I know that my guests are waiting to be entertained and spoken to, but I just don’t give a fuck.
I want to let Will kiss me deep, and deeper, until we flow down into a puddle on the floor and explore every single inch of each other’s bodies with our tongues.
Being pregnant has turned me into a sexual dynamo. I’m always wet, I can’t stop thinking about fucking.
Will has the usual unrealistic man fears about my belly, so we’ve started getting very creative about our positions.
I’ve hardly had any sickness or weakness, and the way I’m going, I’m just going to get hornier by the day.
The strains of music begin to stroke the air, and a loud but even voice booms out, inviting us to take to the floor.
As Will sweeps me into posit