Pulling back from the kiss, he leans up on his elbows, looking down at me. His eyes trace over the matching candy canes I have tattooed on my collarbone. His name is wrapped around them. To say that I am obsessed with him and candy canes would be an understatement. I think that I have shown that multiple times over the years. It is not the only ink I have but it is the ink that means the most. Some would say it is absolutely insane to get the name of your spouse tattooed on you, but I am not one of those people.
Emmerich and I are forever. Don’t ask me how I know that, I just do.
His cock makes contact with my clit and I shudder. He drags the length of himself threw my wet, sticky, demanding folds. He likes to tease me, and I like to be teased by him. Only him. Each brush of the dark hair at the base of his cock tickles my bare pussy. I shiver from the contact and goosebumps break out across my skin, each touch is beginning to be too much. Though I know he’ll never stop until we’re both panting for breath and unable to move.
“Savvy, I love you,” he says just like he does every single time he has entered me. He waits for my response. He won’t give us what we both need until I give him the words he needs to hear. I moan, frustrated.
“I love you too, Rickey.” Before the last word is out, he is balls deep inside me fucking the shit out of me. I have come to crave his touch. His cock. His love. He makes me whole. My nails rake down his back, my heels dig into his ass, spurring him on making him go faster and faster and faster until I don’t know up from down, or left from right. Hell, I probably couldn’t even tell you what time it is right now. This is what he does to me.
Grabbing my hips, he pounds harder and harder into me, making me see stars as I come again. He leans his head down to kiss me and all Is lost. I give him my mouth, my tongue, and my soul in this kiss. He groans my name and he comes inside of me. I can feel his cock twitching in me as he does. It is a hot, sticky torrent and I know I will be feeling him for days. If I wasn’t already two months pregnant, I am certain I would be after that. I haven’t told him yet. I have a little surprise all worked out for him for tomorrow.
We’ve been trying for two years and I was starting to think that something was wrong, but I guess it just wasn’t time yet. While still inside of me, he rolls over onto his back, pulling me along with him. Chest to chest like this, I look into his eyes. They are still a little glazed over with lust and the thought of that makes me happy.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask, running my fingers through his chest hair.
“You,” he says so matter of factly that it causes me to smile. I lean up and kiss him soundly.
I am exhausted. Not just from the epic round of sex we just had, but from the day. We are still based out of Atlantic City, but Emmerich has since become the president of Tresoro Family Ice Cream Co. though they have expanded to other areas of confections. So, he’s gone all day and I understand that. His workload is overwhelming now. His father retired last year. His parents are currently traveling the world. They are doing the things he promised her when they met, back before the company took off and all those plans got put on the back burner. My parents have joined them as they have become the best of friends. How could they not? With Emmerich and I being married and not to mention Paris and Friedrich, but that is a whole other story.
I have split my time between a local news show, Good Morning with Savannah and Teryn and a national show called What Not to Cook. I do a daily segment on cooking as well as co-host the morning show. It’s on at nine, so I don’t have to be up too crazy early. What Not To Cook is me helping people prepare for dinner parties or weddings they are doing themselves. It’s a lot of fun, but I miss most weekends with the girls, and I am hoping to change that soon. I just pitched an idea for a show that I would do out of our home. I’ll invite celebrities to come and cook with me. I should hear back about it tomorrow. Fingers crossed. If I don’t get it, I will be downsizing to just the morning show. With the new baby on the way, I can’t afford to miss any more milestones.