He groans. “No. I want to wait. Until after the first trimester.”
I startle, even though that’s only a week away.
“You think you’ll hurt me?”
“I don’t want to take any chances,” he says and he’s almost sheepish. “I want you, Mi. Don’t doubt that.”
He’s rock hard against my leg, so I don’t question his desire.
“Fine,” I say finally. “You don’t have to be in me. However… you can’t tell me what to do, so….”
I climb up and over him, kneeling, and take him in my mouth.
“Son of a bitch,” he bleats, and he tries to pull me off. “That’s not fair to you, Mi. You don’t have to.”
I pause. “I want to. I love you, Pax.”
I slide him in and out, my fingers around his balls, clenching softly, then with more pressure. My husband’s breathing hitches, and hitches.
“Jesus,” he finally manages to say, and his grasp is tight on my ass. “I’m gonna cum, babe.”
He pulls away from me and comes on his own belly, and his head drops back on the pillow.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he says weakly.
I grin.
“There’s no better way to go,” I offer.
He grins, his eyes still closed. “True.”
He cleans up with a tissue, and we settle in for sleep. He drifts off within minutes, but I’m awake a long time.
This house is old, and the noises it makes are new to me. It will take me a while to get used to them, to know what is normal and what is not.
I lay my hand on my belly. In a couple of weeks, I should be able to feel the baby move. I smile at that, and I’m almost… almost… asleep when Pax moans next to me.
He writhes and turns and moans, and then finally, he wakes up with a loud yelp, sitting straight up in bed.
“Babe?” I ask, stroking his back. “You’re ok. You’re ok. Was it a nightmare?”
He’s rubbing his knee absently and he nods. “Yeah. I guess it was.”
“Does your knee hurt?” He’s been limping from time to time, and it’s worried me.
“A little. It’s nothing to worry about.”
I do worry though, and he knows it. He opens his arms to me, and I settle in against him, listening to his strong heart beat until I finally fall asleep.
9
Chapter Eight
Pax
Sweet Jesus, the pain.
My knee sends spirals of vise-like pain up into my leg, and it’s enough to take my breath away.