We were sitting in bed a few months later, having just gotten Maisie to sleep. I was stroking my stomach gently, thinking ahead to seeing his little face when Remy walked into the room. “You’re so beautiful carrying my babies.” I smiled at him as he walked over, dropping in front of me. I was due in just over a month and in some ways, I couldn’t wait. In others, I wanted to slow time down and let Maisie stay three forever.
Remy kissed me, and I moaned against his lips. He still got to me after all this time and I wanted him more with each pregnancy. I wanted him anyway, but these hormones overtook me a lot of the time. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him harder, pressing my hard nipples against his bare chest. I was dressed in a sundress that clung to my curves and he slipped one hand down to pull my hem up, cupping my ass in his hand. His tongue dragged against mine and he slipped his fingers under the lace to find me wet and ready for him.
He stripped me easily, kissing my naked skin underneath the dress. Remy cupped my full breasts as he kissed me, stroking my sensitive nipples before he kissed my neck. I moaned, feeling the orgasm approaching from his touch alone. When he wrapped his mouth around my nipple, I slipped my hand into his hair and dropped my head back. Remy sucked me in, drawing his teeth over my skin. I felt his hand drift over my stomach and between my legs.
I cried out as he traced my slick folds, cursing at my readiness for him. He sucked my left nipple into his mouth and told me to lie back and spread my legs for him.
Remy bent his head down, tasting me as I closed my eyes. There was no point in looking down with this stomach in the way, so I memorized the sensations. He made me come every time this way, and I rocked against him. When I was crying out his name in pleasure, Remy sucked my clit one more time before he stood and dropped his shorts.
I watched as he dropped to his back, resting his hands behind his head. I smiled and bent over, tasting the saltiness of his tip as he sucked in his breath. I bobbed over him, feeling his thick cock fill my mouth and throat. I couldn’t get enough of Remy and I pressed my hands to his chest to steady myself with the extra weight.
I planned to make him come in my mouth, but Remy told me to get on his cock. I pulled up and eased my body over him slowly, feeling him grip his cock to help guide it into me. He always felt so good and I smiled down at him as I moved as gracefully as I could. I still had my hands on him and took in his perfect torso with hungry eyes, rocking forward just a little as he moaned my name.
We continued this until I came, and he told me to get on my knees. I did, loving him this way. He went so deep and touched me everywhere and I cried out as he slid inside. Remy held my hips and fucked me hard and deep as I bent my head forward. I would be exhausted after this, but it was so worth it. He pressed deeper, skimming my walls as I let out a whimper and came again. Remy grunted and jerked a few more times before I felt him fill me.
“Oh, God.” I dropped to my side gently, feeling the emotions wash through me. “I love you.”
“I love you, Celia. I might give you ten babies by the time I’m finished. You feel too fucking good,” he told me as he dropped behind me, stroking my body with his hands. I moaned when his hand found my clit, stroking the sensitive nub until I was coming again.
I rested on my side as he went to get some water for us, bringing a package of my favorite cookies up. I propped myself against my pillows and we enjoyed our time and the silence in the room as we laughed and chatted.
Declan was born a month later, and I held him as I cried. He had my hair and Remy’s eyes as he peered around the room and I felt my husband kiss my cheek. We’d been busy trying to evict him, having sex every night after Maisie was in bed. We knew that life would be a lot different in a matter of time. I loved our nights together, looking back to the beginning when we would pass out in each other’s arms, sweaty and exhausted.