A week later

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I stand behind a naked Kim and pull my finger out of her mouth with a pop. She’s been sucking on it, and I’m hard, pressing my full erection against her back. I dab more oil on my hands and slowly send my oil-slick fingers down her front. Caressing her breasts, with my mouth on her neck, going down, down, down, aiming for her center.

“Time for your dream, amor,” I whisper, and she gets a grin on her face.

When I step away from her, she shivers, but she’s not cold. A crackling fire in the fireplace makes our candlelit room toasty. Her shoulders go up and down as she breathes.

I spread a white furry blanket from El Corte Inglés on my bed and take a feather out of the drawer, holding it up in front of her.

She wants to clap her hands with excitement, I can tell. She wants to move.

She doesn’t.

I take off my shirt, and while she doesn’t move, her eyes do. She checks me out. My jeans hang low on my hips, my bulge pressing against my zipper.

Then I pick up the scarf we bought in the Alcazar that had been folded in the dresser. I unfurl it, placing it on the bed.

Now she’s really trying not to wiggle.

As she stands, kneecaps popping, I prowl to her, holding the feather. And I grin. She averts her eyes, biting her lip. I begin tracing the tip of the feather on her skin.

Despacito.

Starting at the nape of her neck, and going down to her beautiful ass. She’s still trying not to move, but I can tell by the way she stands so poised and attentive, that she loves this.

“I love the parts of you that you don’t want to show,” I say in a low voice against her skin, making the thrill-bumps rise. “I love it that you like it when there’s a plan, but you don’t know it. I love that you like the mystery. I love the part of you that is a little messy.”

“Tavo,” she whispers.

“I want you to feel, guapa. I don’t want you to see. I don’t want you to think. I don’t want you to process. I just want you to let your body feel everything. Hold my hand and come to the bed. Lie on the white fur.”

Clambering up on the bed, showing me her glorious ass, she turns over, lying on her back, and nestles in.

She adores this.

“Feel the softness of the blanket. How does it feel against your skin?”

“This is what I always dreamed of. Ever since I met you, this is what I wanted to do,” she whispers.

“Is it too warm? Cold?”

“It’s perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

“Arms up.” I hold out the scarf.

She scoots her legs up and down like she’s pedaling a bicycle. “Still. Be still.”

Nodding, she clamps her lips closed again, and holds her arms over her head. I take the scarf and wrap it once around my metal headboard, then wrap it around her wrists as many times as it will go.

Joder.

My love, naked, arched, oil-slick, and arms up just for me.

I love watching her breath in her belly. Knowing she’s breathing for two. I can’t see it yet, but I know my baby is in there. And I love it.

I love Kim.

Time for more oil.

I rub more of this year’s harvest between my fingers. It squishes between my palms as I warm it up, a very naughty sound. Unzipping my pants, I take them off gingerly, trying not to get them too messy, and stroke myself with my oil-slick hands as she watches.

“Fuck, yes,” she says, as she’s tied up willingly. “Love yourself, Tavo. Show me how much you feel.”

I grip myself, sliding my hands up my solid dick, gazing at her. Then I wink at her, find my cock ring in a drawer, and put it on.

Her eyes are huge.

“How does that feel?” she asks.

“Amazing. Look at what you do to me. Look at how much I want you.” I pump myself, then stride to the bed.

More oil. This is so messy. But so are we, and I love it.

I massage her feet and kiss her souls. I rub out the tension in her calves, one by one. I lick and kiss up her thighs. Her inner thighs. I find myself at her pussy, and pull up, putting myself in her.

Then I pull out and rub my dick against her clit. I aim for the right amount of pressure, enough that she can feel not only the piercing, but my spongy head, but it causes pleasure.

“Tavo. I love that.” Her arms remain helpless over her head, but she spreads her legs more, and I rub myself against her.

Then I can’t stop, and I slide into her. She hisses and her body bends.

“Yes,” she says. I lean forward and kiss her. I kiss her face. Suck on her lower lip. Suck on her neck. Kiss her decolletage. Suck on her nipples and make them pop.

And thrust. Keep thrusting. The cock ring making me steel-hard and frantic.

“Do you want to turn over?”

She nods vigorously.

“Want me to untie you?”

“Yes.”

I do, and she moves to all fours.

Dios, that ass.

“I need your cock in me. Or I need to suck it hard. One way or another, get in me, Tavo.”

She scrambles up, takes the bottle of olive oil, and drips some on her hands. Then, back on all fours on the bed, while I stand on the ground facing her, she props herself up with one hand and sucks my dick and jacks it with the other. She puts my balls in her mouth, and I bite back a curse. But then she starts rubbing me with the oil on her hands as lube, and I can’t keep back. Especially when she has her mouth on my piercing.

“Am I in charge?” she asks.

“Yes,” I gasp.

“You will submit?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t come until I say.”

I smile. This. I love this. This is what I want.

And oh, what sweet torture. What deliciousness. She slides up and down my hard, thick cock, jacking me, licking me, licking the oil, massaging my balls, snaking her hand up behind me and pressing into my ass.

God, I love this woman.

“I love you, Kim.”

“I love you, but don’t bother me. My mouth is busy.” She goes back to blowing me, and I laugh with the gorgeousness of it all.

When I’m about to come, she stops.

Of course.

I’d do the same to her.

She pulls away completely, steps off the bed, a nude Venus, and pulls a new vibrator out of a drawer.

“Don’t touch yourself,” she orders. “Watch me.”

Getting back on the bed, she throws her head back over the pillow and parts her legs, fucking herself with that vibrator.

This is pretty much my wet dream. I stay at the side of the bed, my dick a pole, watching her, not touching myself or anything.

Her eyes get glassy and close. She positions and repositions the toy so it’s on her clit. It circles, finding the right spots and making her groan.

“Do you like watching, Tavo?”

My hard-on hurts so much. “Absolutely.”

“Do you want to fuck me?”

“That and make love to you.”

“Do both, please.”

She gets back on her hands and knees holding the vibrator to her clit, and before she’s barely positioned, I climb up on the bed, enter her completely, and slap her ass.

She yips.

“Silencio.”

“No, amor,” she says. “I’m in charge. You fuck me.”

I bite my knuckle to keep from smiling. “Yes, mistress.”

Her face turns toward me. “Mistress?”

I grin, and she giggles. Then both of us straighten our faces.

“I need your finger, Tavo.”

She widens her stance so she’s holding the vibrator against her clit, propped between the mattress and her body. I pull out, put my finger in oil, and enter her again. As I thrust in rhythm, I slide my hand between her ass, opening it up, and pressing my finger in.

Holy fuck this is hot.

“All three,” she says. “Fuck me in all the places.”

“Yes, mistress.”

I move in harmony with her. I make her feel. I’m holding back, because she got me there before. So I’m clenched up, clenching my eyes, my ass, my muscles, trying to get her to come but not hurry it. Allow it.

“This is incredible,” she gasps. “This feels so good.”

I can see her shaking. Her mouth open. She’s panting. She’s … she’s … she tilts her head back and roars out an orgasm, her body sucking me up her fingers splayed on the bedspread. She’s quaking from the core where we connect to her head and toes. Her ass loves my finger, her pussy my dick. And that vibrator?

Joder.

The earthquake of her body triggers me, so I let go too, pumping into her, feeling the deliciousness of complete orgasmic release.

Fuck. Yes.

We both breathe hard for a while. Once our bodies come down, I pull out and we settle on the bed. I wrap her in my arms. We’re so messy, so full of our love, but I don’t care. We’ll clean up later.

Right now, all I want to do is hold her. And feel her for myself.

After we take a shower and lie naked in bed, I cuddle up behind her, playing with her belly as she strokes my arms up and down.

“I’m going to ask you a question, and I want you to tell me no. I want you to know that I’m going to ask you to marry me someday, Kim. If you wanted to marry me now because of the baby, I’d do it in a heartbeat, because I know you’re the one for me.”

“But no.” She smiles.

“Right. No hasty marriages. No marriages that you’re not ready for. That said, the very second you want to get married, we will.”

She rolls over and turns to me. “First, I think it’s the most romantic thing for you to ask me not to marry you. Because you’re considering my feelings and our history.”

“Right, amor.”

“But you know what?”

“What?”

“I’m gonna say yes. Our bonds are stronger than marriage. Our love is at the deepest level. And I want to show the world who I really am. Who we really are. I love you.”

My heart leaps, and I squeeze her so tight. She’s mine forever.

A week after we bring Sebastian de la Guerra home from the hospital

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My baby boy is tinier than I thought he’d be. More precious. Someone else for me to protect.

I can hold Sebastian over one forearm, my hand supporting his head and his legs on either side of my elbow, although most of the time he’s up on my chest where he nestles up by my neck. The nurse taught me how to hold him, how to support his neck, but he’s so small in my arms. A bundle of light, summer blankets and new, warm, skin. His mop of dark hair comes from me, but his light eyes match his mother’s.

He’s a sturdy sack of flour with arms and legs that kick out spasmodically. They’re the same joyous kicks I felt under my palm for the past few months. The first flutter of his kicks made Kim’s eyes widen in realization and both of our hearts soar.

Was it only a week ago that he was inside her?

This morning, Kim’s completely sacked out in our bed. Drool drips down the corner of her mouth. He didn’t ever let her sleep well while he was in her ever-rounding belly. While I did my best to ease her discomfort, much of the time I was helpless to sooth her tears from exhaustion, aches, and hormonal changes. Panicking if we were doing the right thing. And those tears of happy anticipation, of wanting so badly to gaze upon this little human we created. Now that he’s out, his cry is soft, but even that quiet mewl induces us to mobilize immediately.

What is it, son? Hungry? Diaper change? Too hot? Too cold? Sleepy?

I already know that most of the time, I haven’t got a clue what he’s asking for, so I try each balm in turn. Even though I only met him a few days ago, I know there’ll be a point where he’ll fuss too much for me to handle. For now though, as she sleeps, I can hold him off for a while longer. My little conejo needs as much rest as she can get.

“Cálmate, mijo,” I croon, and begin to sing every lullaby I know.

I pace in our casita, cradling him in my arms and gently rocking him, hoping my voice will put him back to sleep.

While I sing, his cries turn to whimpers, and his whimpers turn to coos. With a sigh and a yawn, he snuggles into me, and I grin against his little head.

Turning around, I see that Kim’s opened her eyes and is watching me.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I whisper. “You sleep now, amor.”

She shakes her head into the pillow, and her blinking slows down. Then she closes her eyes to savor the moment. When she talks, her voice cracks with emotion. “If I went back to sleep, I’d miss this.”

Smiling at her, I go back to singing to our son.

I know in my heart that our adventure has only begun.