“Oh yes.” She breathes. I pull out carefully until just the throbbing head is inside her and she moans already missing me filling her body.
“I'm gonna fuck you now sunshine.” I warn, “You ready?” Her answer is to move her pelvis with tight little thrusting motions, urgent mewling sounds falling from her throat.
Her easy acceptance of my subtle dominance brings, the beast inside of me roaring to the surface, and I drive inside her. Her legs spread wider, sliding up until her thighs cling to my waist, making room for me to thrust faster and deeper. Again and again, her wordless cries urging me on.
The wet clinging glide of her pussy drags me closer to the edge, but I’m not ready. Not yet. Not yet. I repeat to myself, pulling her hands over her head so I can hold them both in one hand, I stretch her body out beneath me.
The feel of my cock pistoning in and out of her pussy, coupled with the wet sounds of our joining, spurs me on. With my now free hand, I slip my fingers between us to find, and gently pinch, the hard button of her clit. Her climax is instantaneous. Her pussy clamps down, a strangling vise around my throbbing shaft, as she screams her release, her creamy cum dripping down onto my balls. There has never been anything so damn exquisite. I continue to pound into her, drawing her orgasm out. I feel a tingle at the base of my spine as my balls draw tight and I flood her tight hole with hot spurts of cum.
My muscles weak and shaking, I collapse to my side, pulling her with me. Our bodies still connected, her pussy fluttering with aftershocks around my still hard cock.
“Wow.” She breathes against my neck, then giggles softly.
“What's funny?” I rasp, still trying to catch my breath after the most earth-shaking moments of my life. I cradle her against me.
“We woke the baby up,” She says taking my hand and pulling it to press against her belly. At first, I don't feel anything, but she adjusts my hand slightly and there it is. Much stronger than I ever would have imagined. My child is stirring in her womb, right under the palm of my hand. It wrecks me.
If I ever had a doubt, which I didn't, this sweet moment reinforces the truth that no other woman could ever own me the way this one does. For the second time today, I press my face to her belly, whispering to my child. Promising to love and protect him or her, and my sunshine, for as long as I draw breath.
“I love you, sunshine,” I tell her kissing a path up the center of her body until I reach her soft smiling lips. Her arms pull me close in a tender hug, and her breath whispers across my skin. “I love you too, X. I'm sorry I ran away.”
“I accept your apology, Analise, but we still have to talk about you running off like a naughty little girl.”
Her smile is teasing as she gives me another one of those brazen winks. “Whatcha gonna do, X? Spank me?”
“That's exactly what I plan to do,” I growl as I capture her mouth again and use my cock to show her that she belongs to me in every way.
Chapter Sixteen
Ana
When I wake up, the first thing I notice is how deliciously tender my body is. Especially the delicate flesh between my thighs. Every time I thought we were finally sated...we weren't. I don’t think I will ever get enough of his touch, his kisses, the commanding way that he takes my body to peaks that I never knew were possible. I don’t feel sick at all. Apparently multiple orgasms are the cure for morning sickness.
After making love for the third time last night, I did finally convince him that the baby and I needed to eat. We shared a late supper of warmed up room service food while we snuggled together in his leather recliner in the living room. He fed me small bites of everything while we talked about what happened on our wedding night.
It was easier than I thought it would be to tell him the truth. If only one of us had opened up that night, all of this could have been avoided. Knowing that he had been living with the guilt of believing he had hurt me, raped me, all this time broke my heart. When I told him I had been scared and upset with myself for having such a strong response to him dominating me and using my body for his pleasure, something feral awoke in his eyes. I know we will be exploring that aspect of our relationship sooner or later. I hope it is sooner. Just thinking about it makes me all tingly.
Before I get distracted by the bare expanse of Xavier’s chest rising out of the crisp sheets. I need to take a quick shower. The insides of my thighs are sticky with the remnants of last night’s passion. I wouldn’t be worried about it, but apparently I have an appointment for an ultrasound after we have breakfast with Faye and Travis. I’m also supposed to see a midwife or a doctor today too.
Xavier was already so upset that he had driven me to run, that finding out that I hadn’t been able to afford medical care had almost been enough to make him lose it. I hate that he blames himself. I tried to remind him that I could have come back anytime, it was my own stubbornness that kept us apart, but it didn’t work. Xavier isn’t the kind of man to allow someone to take the blame once he’s decided that it’s his to shoulder. It’s just one more thing that makes me love him.
I slip quietly from the bed and shower in a hurry, wanting to be able to sneak back before Xavier wakes up, but I’m too late. When I walk back into the room, he is already awake, sprawled out across the bed looking too sexy for words. Dark hair just a touch too long, mussed from sleep and hours of my fingers threading through it, sleepy brown eyes smiling up at me... and all skin against the rumpled sheets. My mouth waters with the need to taste him, but I have to restrain myself. We have company due soon.
“Good morning, my beautiful wife,” he says, his voice still raspy with sleep.
“Good morning, hottie husband.” I chirp, going to the closet and rummaging through everything I had left behind. It’s all still here, though not much of it will fit me now. I grab some leggings and a tank top that hopefully will still fit. I need to find out where my clothes from Washington are so I can wear the few maternity things that I have.
“Here,” He says from right behind me, and I spin to face him. “I don't think anything in there will actually cover your bump.” His eyes are laughing and happy as he hands me another one of his button-up shirts. I pull it on over my snug clothes. It hangs to my knees- a dress of sorts, but I like it. Giggling, I spin around.
“Do you think it’s cute?” I ask. He pulls me into his arms, smothering my face with warm kisses. My heart swells with joy. I love how easy we are with each other now that the barrier of not communicating is no longer between us.
”I think you are the cutest when you are in nothing but your soft, sweet skin,” he rumbles, “but you are awful cute in my shirts too.” I can tell that he means it, he really does think that.
While Xavier showers, I call down to the main kitchen for room service to be sent up. Normally I would cook something, but all it took was one look in the refrigerator, and I knew that I won’t be doing any cooking until I can get to the grocery store. I can’t help but wonder what Xavier has been eating since I’ve been gone. From the looks of the fridge contents, nothing but take out and room service. Not that either of us ate any differently during the brief time we lived together. That is going to change now that I’m home. I'm looking forward to settling into a routine with Xavier now that we have cleared the air between us.
When
the food delivery comes up a little later, I’m surprised when I see that it’s my friend Ellie. She is usually off work by this time of the morning, so I can’t help but wonder what’s going on. She abandons her cart of trays when I open the door and throws her arms around me in a warm hug.