Setting the card aside, I continued to chuckle as I lifted the black paper away, revealing a leather album. My curiosity was definitely piqued. I pushed all of the other stuff off of the bed and set the book in my lap before opening it to the first page.
My breath whooshed from my lungs, and I nearly came right then and there.
The first page was a picture of my wife wearing nothing. Well, almost nothing. She was sitting on the ground with my new guitar strategically placed in her lap. The next page was a similar photo in another pose.
“Aurora hired a new photographer for the chapel, and she also does boudoir shoots.”
I could barely tare my eyes away from the photos to glance up at her. “Baby, these are amazing.” I gave her a lopsided grin. “That guitar looks a fuck of a lot better in your hands than it ever will in mine. And you’re right, if anyone besides me ever sees these, they won’t live to tell about it.” I went back to flipping the pages as I teased, “But I’ll get Knox to help so I’m not implicated.”
A large part of me was clamoring to pounce on Belle and sate the beast only she could unleash inside me. But a stronger part, the one that was ruled by love rather than lust, was determined to take my time, to admire the incredible gift my wife had given me. She’d obviously put a lot of time and effort into it, and I wanted her to know what they meant to me.
When I turned the second to last page, I noticed something different. Belle was a ways away, sitting with her back facing the camera and her hands buried in her hair, holding it all up so it was piled on top of her head.
Several years ago, Belle had surprised me by having my name and Cyra’s inked on the back of her neck. After Brand was born, she’d added his name to the list. I’d kissed that spot so many times, there was no way I could have missed the fact that it suddenly looked different. I bent close and stared hard. It looked like there was more writing.
“Turn the page, Griffith,” she said softly. I did as she asked. The last picture was a close-up, so it was easy to read the script.
Griffith
Cyra
Brand
Jude
My mouth dropped open, and I twisted around to see Belle sitting naked in the same position as the photo, her slender neck on display. “Jude?” I croaked. We’d talked about that name…because it worked for either a boy or a girl…I swallowed hard. “Baby, are you pregnant?”
She dropped her hair and faced me, a luminous smile gracing her face. “Surprise!” I was so shocked; I didn’t even get distracted by her naked tits swaying when she moved. Mostly. “We’re having a baby! It was so hard not to tell you. I wouldn’t have been able to hide it except this baby doesn’t seem to make me throw up as often as the other two and—” Her rambling stopped when my mouth crashed down on hers.
Only a few minutes later, we were both naked, and I was buried deep inside my incredible wife. I set her astride me so I could watch her ride, her big tits bouncing, her hair floating all around her. I placed a palm over her belly and surged up as she came down. I didn’t know what it was about fucking her while she was knocked up. It was like a primal instinct, knowing I’d bred my woman, it drove me wild and tossed all of my control out the window.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned. She was always tight, but I could’ve sworn that when she was pregnant, it was almost like she was a virgin every time. “Your pussy is like a fucking vice.”
“So good, Griffith,” Belle moaned as she began to gyrate above me.
I sat up and took one of her nipples in my mouth. The memory of how they tasted when she was feeding our babies caused come to leak from my dick. I loved on her other breast for a minute, mumbling, “I love sucking these fat nipples when you’re dripping with milk. I can’t wait to taste all that sweetness again.”
Belle shuddered, and her inner walls started to spasm. Suddenly, I lifted her off my cock and brought her up so that she was sitting on my face. I swiped my hand over the cake sitting on the table beside us and smeared it all over her pussy. All it took was a couple of licks and a hard suck on her clit to set her off. She cried out my name over and over as I ate up every bit of the sweet dessert, made only more delicious from her own honeyed taste.