Eight

 

CRYSTAL

 

Standing by the hotel bed, I take in a deep breath as Conti’s hands unzip the dress that I'm in.

“Fuck, Legs,” Conti breathes as my dress drops around my feet. I glance over my shoulder as he begins to get undressed while he stares at my body. Mentally, I give myself a pat on the back since I decided to not wear anything underneath my dress. It would’ve shown a bra which is why I didn’t wear one. Since that wasn’t happening I decided that undies were overrated for the bride anyway. Now seeing his reaction to that, has me cheering at my inner self.

Reaching down, I pull off my heels so I can take off the garter and thigh highs. The raw need of desire that I hear in his voice has me stopping when he tells me to leave the shoes on.

“Conti,” I moan when his hands grip my sides as he starts kissing down my spine. Fuck, I missed his touch like this. “Please.”

“Please what, Crystal? What do you want? Tell me,” he orders between the kisses and nips he’s now giving me along the bottom of my ass cheeks.

“I want your mouth on me. I want your fingers deep inside me. I want your cock hitting places that have only ever been hit by you. Does that answer your question?” I ask.

There’s no damn way I can wait any longer for him to give me pleasure.

My arms reach out to catch myself on the bed when he presses on my back. Glancing behind me, I see he’s now out of his boxers and is standing up with his hand on his cock. My words must be what he needed to hear as I can see in his eyes that he's about ready to attack me.

“I’ll give you my mouth later, I need to feel you now.” Is the only warning I get before he thrusts deep inside me, pulling a scream of pleasure from my throat.

“Hold on, Legs. This is going to be fast.” With one hand gripping my hip, the other reaches around my front and finds my clit to circle as he pounds hard and fast inside me. “So fucking good.”

Not able to speak, I moan out my agreement. Nobody has ever satisfied me like Conti. And I know he’ll continue to do so for the rest of my life. That thought has my emotions flaring. Realization that I’m officially falling in love with him.

And falling in love hard.

Hook, line and sinker, hard.

“Fuck, you have to come, Crystal. I can’t hold off much longer.” His finger starts to move faster over my clit. After four more thrusts of his hips his cock hits that spot deep inside me while at the same time he gently pinches my clit, setting off an orgasm that was already right on the edge. I barely recognize his roar of completion before he lays his head on my spine while he gives his hips a few more thrusts.

When our heartbeats and breaths finally slow down a bit, he carefully pulls out of me. The telling sign that he didn’t use a condom starts to slowly come out with him. Panic starts to creep up my throat. I might be in love with him, but that doesn’t mean he’s in love with me. At the thought that he might leave me with a baby, my throat starts to close.

“Shit, why’s that fucking sexy?” I glance again over my shoulder and see he’s looking between my legs. “I’ve never taken a woman without a condom before. I don’t doubt that this wouldn’t be sexy on anyone other than my wife.” He stares into my eyes, making sure I notice the desire he has running deep inside him at seeing his cum leak out of me.

“I’m not on the pill,” I choke out which causes him to smirk.

“Good. The idea of you round with my baby is a fucking turn on. I’m not going anywhere, Legs. And now with the chance of you being pregnant with my baby. . .  neither are you,” he informs me before turning me onto my back.

My eyes lower and find him hard again. His lips start devouring mine and he thrusts back into me, showing me just how sexy the idea of me being pregnant with his baby is.

 

 

“That's a tiger shark,” Maddison announces as we watch it swim past us. We've been in Vegas now for a week, and today is supposed to be hotter than normal. We decided to take her to see the Shark Reef Aquarium to keep cool. It helps that I love sharks, but unfortunately, Conti doesn’t. The shock on his face when I told him how much I adore the creatures and that shark week is a huge thing in my home was priceless.

“Did you know that tiger sharks are very large animals? They can reach between ten and fourteen feet in length and eight hundred and fifty to fourteen hundred pounds in weight,” I rattle off to Maddison.

“Cool,” she zones out, looking at the tiger shark in a new light.

The hairs on the back of my neck start to stand up as the feeling of being watched stirs in my stomach. I scan the crowd, observing the few people around us. None of them are looking our way. Taking a deep breath, I try to shake the feeling, but it isn’t going anywhere. I reach for Maddison’s hand and hold it tightly against me. Conti went to the bathroom about five minutes ago, and my instincts are screaming at me to drag her with me to find him.

Before I set my plan in motion, an arm wraps around my waist, causing me to jump in fear.

“Legs, it’s just me. Are you okay? You look pale.” His other hand comes up and presses against my forehead.

The anxiety slowly starts to fade, and I realize that it must have been Conti watching us when he was coming back from the bathroom that made me so jumpy.

“Just fine. We were looking at the tiger sharks.” The smirk forms as I watch him shudder at the word shark.

“Bubby, did you know that tiger sharks are big! Tell him, C,” Maddison bursts out from beside me.

Chuckling, I tell him my facts and he shudders in fear yet again. The thought of being watched is nothing but a memory.

 

CONTI

One week later . . .

 

“Legs, I don’t know how you can like that shit.” My head begins to shake at what we just saw. “I swear I was waiting for one of them to fall and break their neck.”

We just got done watching Cirque Du Soleil’s Mystère. My throat kept tightening while watching them do the intricate acrobats. Other than the fear that one of them was going to die in front of us, it really was a cool show. But I wasn’t going to admit to that.

“Oh, come on. The artistic talent each and every one of them has is simply brilliant. It was a magical show that had me on the edge of my seat. Thank you for taking me.” Her hand squeezes mine and has me pulling her into me for a brief kiss.

The desire to rush back to the hotel and rip her clothes off begins to stir deep inside of me, but I promised her we would stop for dessert before we head back.

“I need to use the restroom,” she mumbles against my lips before giving me a quick peck. I watch the sway of her ass as she makes her way to the restrooms.

An uneasy feeling overcomes me, and has me glancing around, trying to find the threat. I didn’t make it as far as I have in my career without listening to my inner body instincts. My gaze is sweeping everywhere as I make my way to the bathroom entrance waiting for Crystal.

Every person who is in this room is now a suspect and a possible threat to my wife. They can do anything they want to anyone else; she is my main priority. The feeling begins to ease, and I don’t like that it's fading. Either it means I'm imagining things, or the person is finally leaving the area.

“Conti are you okay?” Crystal's hand has me jerking my head toward her and I breathe a sigh of relief.

“Yeah, I just got a weird feeling.” Again, I look through the crowd.

“Okay, well maybe you got the feeling because your sugar levels are starting to drop. Let’s go, Sweets Raku is calling me.” She tugs on my hand and starts heading for the front of the building.

My eyes glance around the area one more time, watching every person who even dares to get close to her.

Danger is coming and I’m not liking it one bit.

 

Two weeks later . . .

 

My cock jerks in Crystal's mouth as I wake up from what I originally thought was a dream. My sleep filled eyes take in the sight that has to be a fucking dream. Crystal sucks me deep in her throat as her hand twists on the part that doesn’t quite fit. Her rings flash in the light causing me to twitch in her mouth, and I realize this isn’t a dream at all. This is just one of the many perks of my new reality with her.

My cock gets hard every time I see her rings. From the moment I put her engagement ring on her finger it was like I'd taken a Viagra. Instantly, I was as hard as the diamond that was shining back at me. For two days I was a walking hard on and I was debating going to the hospital to see if they could do whatever it was they did for people who had a reaction to Viagra.

When I finally said I do and added the wedding band, I figured that my desire for her would finally start to be more manageable.

Wrong.

Now, seeing the wedding band that accompanies it, my body reacts even worse. Knowing that she’s mine and nobody else’s has me getting harder than I ever thought possible. Actually, it's harder than I have ever been in my life.

“Fuck, Legs,” I groan as she pops her perfect fucking lips off my cock and slowly makes her way over my body. “Did you wake up hungry?”

“Yes, I did.” She slides down, sheathing me into her tight, wet heat. “Plus, I need to start getting ready. I’m taking Mads to the mall today, remember?”

“Crystal, don’t mention my sister while I’m deep inside you.” Placing my hands on her hips, I start pounding up, hitting that spot that has her shudder in pleasure. The need to plant my seed deep starts flowing through my veins.

Our wedding night flashes back in my mind. I told her that the idea of her being pregnant with my baby was a turn on. The need to see her big with my baby makes me burn to make it happen right now even though for the past three weeks, I've been treating it like it was my greatest mission in life. To get her pregnant with my baby would tether us together for life. In a sense, it's the biggest assignment I’ve ever had to work on.

Glancing into her eyes, I realize just how much I love her. There’s no denying it with the way I crave her, and not just sex either. I crave her scent, her touch, her laughter, her tears, her dreams, her fears, her desires . . . I just crave her, period.

Her nails dig into my shoulders as she starts riding me hard, catching me off guard. If she keeps this shit up, I won’t last long. Taking back control, I grip her hips and flip her so she's now on the bottom. My hips begin to slow and the need to make tender love to her burns deep in my veins.

“Legs, I want to go slow.” A groan escapes when she clenches around me. “Stop fucking doing that.”

The smirk on her face and the sparkle in her deep brown eyes tells me she isn’t going to stop. I growl down at her as I start to pound her again.

“Yes,” she screams out. “Harder, Conti.”

The sound of her need has me plunging deeper and harder inside of her. My grip on her arms as I hold them over her head is almost punishing. However, the thought of her having my bruises on her wrist, marking her another way so men stay away from her, has my balls tightening up.

“Come on, Legs. You have to come, baby,” I whisper into her ear then tug on the lobe. Her legs tighten around my waist letting me know she’s close. My hand begins to slide down her body coming to her clit and my thumb begins to circle her in long hard strokes. After two more thrusts, she screams my name out as she squeezes me so hard I almost can’t move. The tingling travels so fast through me that I can’t hold back anymore so I plant myself as deep as I can and let the orgasm, that I was trying to hold back, wash over me.

Fuck me, if she wasn’t pregnant before, she sure as shit will have to be now.

“It just keeps getting better and better,” Crystal murmurs causing me to grunt in agreement.

Coming down from my orgasm, I can’t help but wonder when her period is due to come. After a few more minutes, I decide to just ask, hoping it won’t sound weird.

“Legs, when does your menstrual cycle start?” She stiffens in my arms.

“What day is it?” Reaching over me, she grabs her phone and presses a button to see her lock screen. After a few moments she looks up at me with panic in her eyes.

“Yesterday,” she whispers.

“Is it normal for you to be late?”

She shakes her head and a tear begins to fall down her face. My stomach clenches at seeing it as I have no clue why she's so worried.

Haven’t I shown her that I’m not going anywhere? That I love her?

Taking a deep breath, I draw her closer to me.

“Hey, it’ll be okay. I’ll run to the store and grab a pregnancy test while you get ready to go to the mall, okay?” I squeeze her shoulders as she nods.

My eyes close as I take a moment to absorb that she might be carrying my child. And I can’t help but think . . . Mission fucking accomplished.