“Enough with the hippos. Let’s swim.”
Zoey loves the water, floating and easing her back pain from carrying the babies. We don’t dare go in the spa as I worry that the temperature will be too much. Zoey is well into her third trimester, and at thirty-four weeks, the babies can come at any time. Twin pregnancies have a higher rate of early labor.
“I want to live in a resort, drink cocktail
s every day, and just read.” She sighs, dreamily.
“You say that now, but you’ll get bored. You’ll crave the city life.”
Zoey raises herself from the water, her darkened short hair resting on her shoulders. “How do I know if I never try it?”
“You spent your single life going from the apartment to work… that’s it. You had every opportunity to go live in a resort. Now it’s time for us to settle down.”
“Um, firstly, I did that stint in London. You can’t say I’ve done nothing. And second, just because we decide to stay somewhere with the babies, doesn’t mean we have to settle there. I hate it when clients want to build their dream home. It’s called dream home for now. Your dreams are constantly evolving. Your dream now may not be your dream tomorrow.”
“Okay, I’ll give you that. But Zo, we need to get serious here. The apartment is small, and it’ll be fine until the babies start crawling. We need to think about our next step.”
I’m desperate to bring up the job offer in Australia, but timing is everything with Zoey. Now is not the time. I just want her to relax and enjoy this mini-vacation.
“You want to move back to the house?” Zoey asks.
“I don’t know. I’m just saying we’ll have to think about schools. Where do we want to raise our kids? What kind of life do we want for them?”
Zoey avoids all eye contact splashing her legs in the pool.
“It’s getting hot, and I’m getting tired. Think I’ll head back to the room for a nap.”
“Okay, let’s go.”
“No, you stay. You’re enjoying it. I’ll just have a quick nap and join you back here in an hour. We can take a walk along the marina and maybe stop for dinner somewhere.”
***
Zoey’s nap turns into an afternoon hibernation. After an hour, I make my way back to the room. The sun has toasted me, producing a nice tan. Entering the room quietly, Zoey is tucked into the sheets, laying on her side and snoring. I don’t want to interrupt her, so I take a long shower enjoying the water on my muscles. After changing into a pair of shorts and polo, I walk back into the room to hear her stir.
“Drew.”
I sit beside her, moving a strand of hair away from her eye.
“What time is it?”
“A little after five.”
She sits up fast, confused and still in a tired state. “Why did you let me sleep this long?”
“You were tired and looked so peaceful. Relax, please. We’re in no rush to go anywhere,” I hush.
Her hands reach for my collar pulling me toward her as the edge of her lips find mine. The slow, sensual taste of her lips caress my own, stirring every inch of my body.
“I want to make love to you. I want to feel you everywhere. I miss you, and I just want a taste of it. Please just go slow.”
I understand what we both need, and my problem will be holding back and not blowing in zero point two seconds. But as we both lie here, almost naked, I gently caress her tits just the way she likes.
Removing her bra, her chest releases—incredibly large with veins protruding around her nipple. Everything about her has changed, but I don’t mind. I struggle with holding back my desire and trying to talk myself into being gentle.
The few times we have managed to have sex, we both found it more comfortable if I slid in behind her, both of us lying on our sides. Positioning myself behind her, I grab my dick in my hands slowly tugging on it before sliding myself in. She’s incredibly tight. With every move I make, I listen to her body and the pitch of her moan making sure she’s comfortable. When her breathing slows down, I slow down, not wanting to cause her any pain, but as soon as her skin prickles in delight I know she’s close, and in one perfect move she will explode all over me.
“I’m close,” she moans, breathless.