Falling For Sue Ellen

“What would we do in bed all day,” I ask her, already knowing the answer.

“We could work on making a baby,” she says. “Though chances are, I am already knocked up.”

“You’re probably right, but practice makes perfect as they say.” I laugh rolling over her. On top of her, I look down into her eyes. I grip my cock and slide into her. She wraps her legs around me and grips my hips with her thighs.

“I love you,” she tells me as I pound into her, over and over.

“I love you, too,” I groan.

Everything about this woman is amazing and now that she is mine, I won’t hold anything back. I move within her until she claws my back and lets me know that she is coming.

Eventually, I let her out of bed where I then draw her a bath in the big five-person tub and join her. Things heat up in there too. She climbs on my lap and wiggles her ass and pussy on my cock until I harden again. Lifting her up, I slide her down my length. When she’s fully seated, she throws her head back and moans loudly before rocking on me.

“Oh my God. Oh God, this feels so good,” she repeats over and over and she bounces up and down on my cock.

“Good girl. Give me that good girl come,” I demand, and she does. I thrust into her a few more times before releasing inside her.

“I feel good about that time,” she says laughing.

“Yeah?”

“Yep. I think you knocked me up really good,” she says standing and stepping out of the tub. I follow suit and we dry off.

Spending the day in bed with her will never be a hardship.

Another Four Weeks Later

After another long day at the jobsite, I come home to find my wife cooking. She never cooks, Normally, we eat in the hotel, so something must be up.

“Hey babe. How was work,” she asks looking up from the stove.

“It was long. I am glad to be home,” I tell her. We made it through Christmas and New Year’s, and we are settling in nicely.

“I made dinner, but it’s not quite ready yet,” she says coming into the living room where I am currently taking my boots off.

“That’s good. I should take a shower first. The drywall guys didn’t show up to help Dex, so we all jumped in,” I explain. My jeans are ruined, but I’ll just add them to my work pile.

“Okay. It’ll be ready in twenty minutes or so,” she says.

I kiss her before heading into the bathroom and directly into the shower. After a quick one, I am back in the kitchen. She is leaning over the table setting it. She is wearing teeny tiny shorts, the kind that most of her ass cheeks hang out of. Damn, I am a lucky, lucky man. Walking up behind her, I put her back to my chest.

“How was your day,” I ask, remembering my manners.

“Busy. Amazing,” she breathes.

“How so?” I ask. She turns to me and lays her head on my chest.

“I had a doctor’s appointment today. I have some news.”

“News?”

“I’m pregnant,” she says giggling.

“Fuck yes. This is exactly what we’ve been waiting for,” I say lifting her into my arms and twirling her around. I stop spinning and let her down my body.

“So, you’re definitely happy?” she asks hesitantly.

“Fuck yes. Beyond happy,” I answer honestly. I knew what I was doing the second I fucked her without a condom. I was doing everything I could to make her mine in every way.

“Thank fuck,” she says. I lean down and kiss her.

Who would have thought that an impromptu Thanksgiving ski trip would give me everything I have ever wanted? My wife and our life together are my top priorities. Now, we are building our family and what could be more perfect than that?

Four weeks ago, I wouldn’t have thought anything was missing from my life, but now I know that she was. She is the key to my future happiness, and I am the key to hers.

Epilogue

Sue Ellen

One Year Later

I look down at my little baby boy who is asleep in my arms after a late-night nursing session. He is the easiest baby. He sleeps and eats. He rarely cries and he’s perfect. Edward Elliott Cole was born only three months ago. It was an easy pregnancy, a difficult birth, and an easy baby. It’s been perfect.

I put Eddie back in his crib and get back in my bed. Elliott pulls me closer to him and nuzzles into my neck. I love when he nuzzles my neck and breathes on me. I know I’m weird, but I can’t help it. It does things to me.

“He’s sleeping again?” he asks in that sexy sleep-filled voice of his.

“Yep. He was a hungry boy,” I answer.