Always Be His Baby

"Maybe I'm not ready to share you just yet." I smooth a palm over her belly, my baby hidden beneath layers of the most expensive lace and satin. We were both late to spot the symptoms, chalking much of it up to stress on her system after the move. And then I came back from my makeshift island office to a positive pregnancy test perched on top of my pillow.

I nearly tackled her with joy then. There will be no shortage of love in our home.

"Maybe once we find out if it's a girl or boy," Shelby continues as she places her palms over my own, encircling her abdomen and our baby.

"Definitely a boy." I bend my head to place a proud kiss there.

"There are enough boys around here, I want pigtails and princesses!" She laughs as her fingertips dust across the nape of my neck and send my system into overdrive. I grit my teeth, thinking I only have a few more hours of playing pretend before I can bring her to our bed and unwrap her like my own priceless gift.

I grunt and then take her lips in a more promising kiss. "I've got plans for you tonight." I drag my teeth across the plump flesh of her bottom lip. "I can't wait to get inside you."

"Oh?" She sighs and shifts, lust glazing her eyes as her palm goes to my thick cock tenting my tuxedo pants. I've been rock hard through the entire ceremony and I can't stop thinking about all the ways I want to be rough but tender with her tonight. And every night.

"I wanted to tell the dude that married us to hurry the fuck up so I could get you alone and see what's under this dress." My hand plays with the fabric, trying to pull it up to reveal her legs, but only finding more fabric and less flesh.

Her laugh echoes on the waves around us as the sun glints vibrantly off the ocean. "You'll never find anything under there as long as I'm wearing this." She gestures at the dress. "But wait until you see what I bought for tonight." Her eyes glint with mischief before I cup her cheeks in my palms and plant a long, slow kiss on her mouth.

I love this woman more than I love myself. She means more, cares more and loves harder than I ever dreamed possible.

"You just made me the luckiest man alive," I murmur against her lips, our foreheads resting together, endless love pulsing with every heartbeat between us. When I finally found her, II found myself.

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Shelby

I hook the spaghetti straps of the expensive lingerie over my shoulders, and then do a little twirl in the master bathroom. Shane is waiting in our bed, my new husband. My stomach rattles with butterflies as I take in my full, overflowing DD cups in the mirror, the generous curves that will only grow more full with pregnancy, and my long dark blonde hair trailing across one shoulder.

I hope he loves it.

I sigh, turning to my profile and admiring the swell of my waist that will soon start to show our baby. Our child. I was shocked to discover I was pregnant just a week ago, but from the first moment my mothering instincts kicked in, and I want nothing more than to raise a happy, healthy child that will never want for love a single day of their life. And if I have it my way, our family will grow bigger with each passing year.

"Okay in there?" Shane knocks on the door softly.

"I'm coming." I breathe, relishing in the sound of my husband's voice. The comfort it brings. The love and protection I so desperately needed, now given to me by one of the most beautiful men I've ever met, inside and out. He embraces me and makes me feel safe without hesitation, and that speaks to my heart much more than flowery words ever could.

Shane clears his voice, no doubt anxious for my entrance after I teased him earlier about my purchase. A slinky and strappy black lace set with a bustier ordered online from a luxury boutique. The price tag was hefty, but Jane assured me it was worth the sticker shock just to see Shane's reaction.

And now I'm about to find out.

Turning the knob and stepping into the bedroom, my eyes gravitate to the man I love.

He sits back on the bed, his tuxedo tie and shirt-collar loose and hanging haphazardly, his crisp white shirt untucked, dark pants unbuttoned, hanging open and waiting for me.

I want to crawl up his body, unbutton those pearly white buttons with my teeth, then lick every square inch of this man's hard, beautiful body.

"Jesus, baby girl," his low growl floats on the air between us and weakens my knees to jelly. My husband is calling.

A half-smile turns my lips as I do my best to walk seductively as Jane and I practiced one night a few days after we arrived on the island.

"What are you doing to me, baby?" Shane's palm slides down the front of his pants and I watch in lustful fascination as he squeezes his thick length through the fabric.

"Oh, God." A moan slips out when I reach the edge of the bed.

Shane's eyes flare as his gaze trails up and down my body. "You're so beautiful, everything about you makes me want to cover you with my lips. I want to be buried inside you until it feels so good neither one of us can think straight."

His words urge me on and I crawl on all fours across the bed, reaching his legs and yanking on his dark pants. He grunts and lifts his hips from the bed. When his pants are at his ankles I'm shocked to discover no undergarments. He's been commando all day, and the thought only makes me hotter.

I lick my lips and continue my crawl, finding the crisp white hem of his shirt, fingering the buttons, and popping them one by one until his rigid, washboard stomach is on display. Tearing the cotton from his shoulders, I toss it to the floor, then straddle his thighs and rub the silky cotton of my thong against his length until his eyes fall back, his fists clenching at the pillows around him. I dive in, attacking his neck with my lips and tongue, rubbing and grinding against his length until I feel my soaked pussy and beads of his precious pre-cum mixing and dampening my panties.