Lover (Betrothed 3)

Now she didn’t hide in the bathroom to change. She was comfortable enough to step into the bedroom after her shower and look through her clothes until she found something she wanted to wear. Most of the time, she was completely naked, and after she slipped on her panties, she was a wet dream.

It was impossible not to stare.

The little bulge of her stomach was hardly noticeable. Until she put my hands on her tummy, I probably wouldn’t have figured out the truth. But now that I knew there was life growing inside her, it was impossible not to notice.

I’d fallen in love with my wife for many reasons, reasons I couldn’t even understand. I’d always admired her ambition, her cold sassiness, and the way she was so fiercely independent. But I’d be lying if I said her beauty didn’t cast a spell over me.

I watched her stand in front of her closet and look for something to wear, her slightly damp hair cascading around her shoulders. She pushed the hangers to the left as she selected an outfit to wear to work, completely oblivious to my lust.

Her long legs were toned and beautiful. With slightly tanned skin and a fair complexion, she had a Tuscan hint to her features. She had a deep curve in her lower back that made her plump ass hypnotizing. With perfect posture, she carried herself like an invisible crown had been placed on her head. She contained royal elegance, a presence so captivating, she was addictive to the eyes.

Her face was her most gorgeous feature, with full lips, big eyes, and contoured cheekbones. Compared to all the beautiful women in the world, she might not stand out, but to me, she was the sexiest woman on the planet.

And she was mine.

I was sitting at the table watching her, ignoring my laptop in front of me. I was showered and ready to get dressed, but I continued to sit in my sweatpants and stare at her. She hadn’t told she was ready, but she didn’t refrain from parading her naked body in front of me.

Maybe it was time.

I wanted her so much, I was willing to try. Maybe after a few kisses, she would reciprocate my desire. I could get her to stop thinking about the past and think about the present. I could get her to think about me and only me.

Plus, my dick was so hard I thought it might explode.

I shut my laptop and got to my feet. My hands slid into the pockets of my sweatpants, and I approached her from behind. My heart quickened in my chest, as if I actually felt nervous for the first time in my life. It was mostly excitement because I wanted this woman more than anything in the world. I stopped behind her, close enough to smell her shampoo, her perfume, the floral scent of the lotion she rubbed across her skin. She seemed oblivious to my presence, more focused on the black dress she was considering for the day.

My hands snaked around her waist and rested right over her belly. I pulled her toward me gently as I bent my neck down and placed a kiss on her exposed shoulder. The touch was innocent, the affection borderline tame. But when my lips felt her warm skin, there was a distinct shiver down my spine. I inhaled a deep breath through my nose and felt my fingers tighten their grip on her stomach. There was more excitement in the delicate embrace than I’d ever had with another woman. That simple kiss was the greatest foreplay I’d ever experienced.

She tightened noticeably under my touch, but she didn’t push me away. Her fingers released the dress she was holding, but she didn’t turn around.

My lips gave her another kiss on the neck, my mouth opening so I could taste her skin on my tongue. I pulled her a little closer so she could feel my hard chest against her back. I wanted her to feel me…all of me. I wanted her to understand how much I wanted her, how much I desired her.

My kisses continued until I began to devour her. My mouth moved closer to her ear, wanting her to hear the way she made me pant with desire. I could grab her tit and squeeze it, but I preferred the little bump of her belly. It was her sexiest feature. I knew some men had a fetish for pregnant women, but I certainly had never been one of them.

That wasn’t the case anymore.

She’d never been so sexy. I knew I didn’t feel this way about all pregnant women. It was because she was my wife. And I knew the baby was mine. The longer I kissed her, the more excited I became. I was oozing in my boxers, and my muscles were tightening. It’d been so long since I’d had her, going on months now. I was a man with needs, and she was the only woman who could fulfill them.