“We’ll manage, whatever the situation.”
“I know we will.”
They returned home and went back to work on the nursery. There wasn’t much time left, but they still had work to do. By the time they were done, both of them were tired, but energetic enough to still want one another. She’d already seen with her pregnancy that the further along she was, the more Malcolm seemed to want her, and she could hardly complain about that. Today was no exception.“I WANT YOU,” MALCOLM whispered against her ear.
“Even like this? All round and puffy?”
“Especially like this. You’re beautiful.”
She watched as he began to slip off his shirt, his powerful chest appearing with each button he undid. She could feel herself growing aroused and wondered how he could still hold such power over her, the mere sight of his chest enough to get her all hot and bothered. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him, watching as he stripped down to nothing and made his way toward her. He was already hard, his impressive erection swaying heavily before him as he approached her.
He took his time undressing her, kissing every curve on her body as he made his way around her eagerly, seeming to get more turned on by every bit of her. He suckled at her swollen breasts, drinking in some of the breast milk that had already begun to form. It felt amazing as it let down and flowed outward against the pull of his tongue.
He drank his fill, which only increased her desire. She looked around, uncertain of how it was they were supposed to have sex in her condition in there. It was crowded, and there was no place for them to get comfortable. She was too big for him to balance against a wall, her swollen belly between them.
Malcolm must have seen it too, instead picking her up and carting her down the hall to their bedroom. Depositing her on the bed, he pulled her ass to the edge and opened her legs, using his thumb to tease her clit until she was even more soaked than she had already been just from his suckling.
She was overly sensitive in her condition and quickly gave in to him, exploding against his fingers as he brought her to one climax after another with just touching her in the ways he knew pushed her over the edge. Then he was pushing inside of her, spreading apart her heated, puffy folds with his fat cock and pumping back and forth in what felt like excruciatingly exquisite slow motion.
Grasping the covers below her, she pushed back against him, the pace increasing until they were bouncing back and forth in unison as she felt another orgasm settle in over her body, tightening until it couldn’t fold in on itself anymore and then shattering outward.
“That’s my girl,” he said, his muscular body swaying back and forth against her until he too was shaking with a pending explosion. He buried himself inside her as he let himself go, leaning forward to lay his head ever so gently on her round belly for a moment before pulling free again.
“I love you,” he said, laying down on the bed beside her, his finger tracing its way along the small hill of her pregnant mound to one breast above.
“I love you too,” she told him, feeling content as she lay there in the afterglow of the lovemaking. She couldn’t imagine having a better life than this, and even though she was terrified of what would come when the babies arrived, she suspected that was normal for new mothers and she suspected even more that Malcolm was equally afraid of being a new father.
The one thing she knew was that they could get through it together. She had no doubt that they could manage anything as long as they had one another to hold the other up. Malcolm had been a gift to her and still was. She couldn’t imagine what her life would have become without him, but it was more than that.
He was the kind of man she should have been promised to from the beginning. There should never have been all the turmoil she’d had to face and still did in some ways. There were times when she thought that perhaps she was just grateful to Malcolm and mistook that for more, but when they were together like this, just lying quietly in each other’s arms, she knew that it was more than that. Much more than that.
Malcolm was a man in a million, the only man on the planet who could have possibly made her as happy as she felt being there with him. It was so much more than just him having saved her, having been her first lover, her first love. This was her destiny. She truly believed that and it made their bond even stronger.