Cowboy Baby Daddy

“Don't stop,” I whimpered, feeling him start to slow down.

“I'm close,” he groaned, holding my hips still for a moment so that I couldn't move against him. I could feel his member twitching inside me, and something about the situation amused me.

I giggled. “You just came,” I reminded him. I wriggled a little, trying anything I could to get him to keep going.

“I can't help it,” he said. “This feels good.”

“It does,” I agreed. It was warm and intimate, and the water cascaded around us lubricated every movement we made. In fact, I could already feel that I was close as well, my muscles already beginning to clench around me.

As he started moving again, it caught me by surprise, and I whimpered, my hole fluttering desperately.

“That's it, baby,” he groaned. “Cum for me, just like that.”

I was helpless to stop it, my orgasm charging through me. I nearly lost my footing on the slippery floor, but Eric was there to steady me, his fingers holding my hips in place, supporting me just when I needed it the most.

Just like he always did.

I smiled at the thought, reveling in the feeling of him spilling inside of me again. “Fuck,” he groaned as he pulled out.

I straightened up and turned into his arms, letting him just hold me for a long moment. “We're going to be late for dinner if we don't get a move on,” I sighed.

Eric sighed as well, but he took a step back, reaching for a loofah and squirting some body gel onto it. “Let me wash you,” he said, already reaching out to scrub the coarse material over my skin. I shivered a little, just watching him move the thing slowly across my body, raising goosebumps across my skin in the process.

When he had lathered me up, he began to rinse off the suds, directing the spray carefully. He reached the nook between my legs and directed the spray onto my clit, and I gasp, feeling a tug in my core. Eric raised an eyebrow at me, and I could tell that he was cataloging that reaction, saving it for some other time. For now, though, we needed to get ready for dinner, and he regretfully reached around me to shut off the spray.

Then, he kissed me one more time, before opening the door and stepping out onto the bathmat. He grabbed two towels and handed one of them to me, his gaze still heated as it traced my body.

I blushed and went out to the hall to grab the bag containing my dress and the pretty lingerie that I'd bought to go beneath it. “If you don't stop staring at me like that, we're never going to make it to dinner,” I told him.

“I'm starting to regret having made that reservation now,” he commented.

My stomach rumbled loudly, and we both laughed. “Apparently the baby isn't regretting it,” I said.

“Anne,” Eric said softly, spinning me so that my back was to him and we were looking at ourselves in the full-length mirror. I had to admit, we looked good like that, as a couple. We looked like we belonged together.

And it was starting to feel as though we belonged together as well.

I stepped away from him and pushed at his shoulder. “Go on, get out of here and let a woman get dressed,” I said. “No peeking.”

Eric sighed but smiled at me, giving me a peck on the cheek before stepping out of the steamy bathroom, shutting the door as he went.

I locked it behind him and pulled on the lacy red slip and panties. Then, I pulled the dress over the top of it. The dress was low-cut in the back, nearly all the way down to my tattoo, but the slip was as well. I'd been careful to make sure that the dress fully covered the slip so that Eric wouldn't know about it until he stripped the dress off me later that evening.

It was still early enough in our relationship that I didn't feel like I needed to wear sexy lingerie for him. As evidenced by this encounter, he was still interested in me in whatever way he could get me. But all the same, this evening felt special. Who knew how many nights like this we would have, especially not once the baby came along. I wanted to take advantage of it while I still could.

I smiled at myself in the mirror and then reached over to unlock and open the door as I started to blow dry my hair. Eric came to the doorway of the bathroom, leaning against it as he watched me. When I f

inished, he stepped inside.

I giggled as he trailed his fingers down my bare back and rested his hand against the curve of my behind. “Stop that,” I said. “Or else I'm never going to finish getting ready, and we're never going to make our reservation.”

“Maybe I don't care,” Eric said, his eyes challenging mine, where they met in the mirror. “Maybe we should just stay in and order room service.”

I hummed as his arms looped around me, his hands resting on my stomach. “That does sound nice,” I admitted.

“Then again,” he said slowly, his eyes still transfixed on mine. “I suppose that if I take you out to dinner, I get to show you off to everyone in the city. Let them all see how beautiful you are. Have I mentioned that that dress looks absolutely stunning on you?”

I blushed and ducked my head. “Thanks,” I said. “I'm glad you like it.”