Chapter TWENTY SEVEN
Liz
“Damon…?”
Before I could say a word, Maura took it upon herself to chastise Damon in the worst possible way. “And another thing,” she was shouting. “If you ever come around my cousin again, I’ll be the one to press charges on your sorry ass, and I’ll ruin that stupid ridiculous Club of yours which we both know is nothing but a front for whatever illegal things you have going on. I’m a lawyer. I can make things happen Mister. So don‘t forget that. Think you’re above the law because you have money? Think again. I know about all those kiddies too. I’ll bet there’s plenty you’re trying to hide. Child labor? Porn? Whatever it is. You and your hoity, toity club over there can just…”
Hoity, toity?
I shot Maura a what the fuck look and she grinned, giving me a half-hearted shrug.
“Why are you doing here?” I asked Damon.
“I brought you the painting.”
Maura jumped in front of me. “Not what she meant. What…are…you…doing in the ladies room, you jerk off?” Maura punctuated every syllable with a finger on his massive deliciously hard chest.
For some reason he was smiling, staring at me with the most tender expression, apparently not bothered by Maura’s interrogation. He wore a black wool bolero jacket fastened with gold buttons, a green, gold, and tan tartan kilt, and lace-up brogue shoes with white knee socks. On any other man, I would not have been impressed, but on Damon….
Damon looked at me imploringly with those gorgeous sea-water blue eyes. The eyes I got lost in. That already owned me. Heart, head, and soul. Of course Maura had no way of knowing how I felt. All she saw was a peeping Tom who had no business listening in on our private conversation. A conversation about him.
He tried to explain himself to us, but every time he opened his mouth, Maura went off on another tangent. Finally he grabbed her arm. “We need to talk to Liz. Is that too much to ask?”
I looked down at the hand on my arm. When he let go Maura muttered, “I don’t think she has anything to say to you.”
Before I could tell her this was about me and not her, Damon shook his head, turned on his heel and then walked out the door. As it shut way too quickly, it froze the ice around my heart. The words inside my throat. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think.
All I could do was stare at that grey metal door. Waiting.
After my brain finally deciphered what just happened, I looked at my cousin for the first time since she’d gone on her rampage, wanting to rip her head off. “What the hell did you do that for? If you had just stopped yelling at him for one fucking second he might have actually told me why he was here. He might have…”
“Liz…”
“And now I’ll never know,” I went on. “I’ll never know how he felt about me. Ever! The one chance I had is gone. Gone, Maura! Just like that. It wasn’t your fight. It wasn’t about you, dammit!”
I was so damn angry, my jaw hurt from clenching my teeth.
“I just wanted him to…well, do you actually want the ladies room to be the place that you remember being proposed to in?”
I took a deep breath, trying to process it all. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I mean, I just wanted him to leave. It’s clear to me why he came here, Liz. The pipe band. The painting. Following us….in here.”
“Then all that was just to get him to leave?”
“Exactly.”
“Oh.”
“Well…?” Her eyes went round as marbles and she cocked her head toward the door. “Go after him, woman. If you don’t, I will.”
With one final look in the mirror to make sure I didn’t have raccoon eyes, I bolted through the door and down the hall. When I didn’t see Damon right off, I started to panic. What if he gave up? What if he’d had enough of crazy? He’d told me that once. But had I listened? No. He’d had to deal with my conniving stepfather and Jason was no picnic toward the end. And now Maura who was completely out of control. Lots of people couldn’t take Maura, but we were a package. If he couldn’t take being around my family, how could I expect him to accept me?
And then I saw him.
Crouched down on the floor, his back to the wall, the kilt splayed like a fan, strong muscular knees bent upward. As I made my way toward him, he rose, apparently not seeing me, and strode away toward the door. I watched him carefully, wanting to see if he could leave so easily. Walk away from me with not so much as looking back to see if I was coming. If he did, I couldn’t blame him, but I hoped he was tougher than that.
I didn’t have to wait long. As he got to the door, someone handed him his bagpipes. He paused, looked back toward the podium, straightened his shoulders, and walked out onto the snowy sidewalk.
I followed him out into the cold windy world, searching up and down the street. Taxi cabs honked. Buses roared, and there were so many people out today, I could barely see anything through the curtain of snow that was falling.
But he was gone.
I shouted his name as I ran past the building. Past Macys and a newsstand, I yelled like a mad woman. Over. And over. And over.
Finally giving up, tears stung my eyes when I realized I’d blown it. I’d never see him again.
Maneuvering myself through the crowd of people, a couple of venders selling trinkets, woolen hats and bagels on long sticks, I searched up and down 77th street one last time, but Damon was nowhere to be seen.
Traffic was terrible, and pedestrians littered the sidewalk. I searched and I searched, until my feet and hands were literally freezing.
I’d not grabbed a coat and went back inside the building. Before I could open the door however, someone opened for me.
My breath caught. “Damon,” I breathed. “I thought you…”
He took my green woolen coat and hung it around my shoulders. I swear I was warm within seconds of looking at his face though. “I thought you left. I…?”
“I sent my pipes away with a friend. Someone was kind enough to ship them to my room at the Hyatt.”
“Oh.”
“And I didn’t want them in the way when I did the next thing I was going to do. But first, I have something to say to you.”
My heart stopped beating as I looked at this gorgeous man in front of me. Maybe I would learn to love those pipes he put his lips on. The lips that I couldn’t stop staring at. Well, I could. When I allowed myself a glance at those gorgeous legs of his.
My nipples strained against my blouse, and my heart finally started beating again
Damon got down on one knee.
I gasped, my hand over my mouth.
He took my hand.
A sharp tingle of excitement shot through me.
“Liz, you pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me I am not too late, these precious feelings I have for you are not gone forever. I offer myself to you again with a heart that is even more your own than when you broke it.” He paused, lifting a brow and one blue eye winked at me. “I have loved no one but you, Liz.”
“Jane Austen,” I breathed. “You remembered.”
Damon chuckled. “What can I say? I’m no poet, Jane.”
Suddenly, I realized that everyone in the room had gathered around us. Soft music played in the background.
I smiled and then I giggled, catching a slip of hot flesh peaked from the side of Damon’s boxers.
When I giggled, he followed my gaze below his kilt.
“I like the outfit,” I said.
He smiled, and his cheeks went pink. “Maybe I better do this standing up.”
Standing, he reached g inside a fur-covered leather bag that was tied around his waist. He produced a grey velvet box.
When he flipped the top open, I saw the most beautiful ring I’d ever seen in my life. A large round diamond in the center. With smaller diamonds and rubies circling a platinum setting. The stones dazzled beneath recessed lighting overhead.
“Oh.” I froze, my hand on my heart, exploding with happiness.
“Elizabeth…?”
“Yes.”
“Will you…,” he began.
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes.”
“I haven’t even asked you...”
“Yes. Damon, yes.”
“Will you marry me, Liz?”
“Yes,” I shouted once again. Then I vaulted myself into his arms, which almost knocked the breath out of him. He staggered back and then lifted me off my feet and twirled me in a circle.
When he finally put me down, he slipped the ring on my finger, his eyes never wavering from my own.
He smoothed my hair away from my face, lifted my chin, and kissed me like I’d never been kissed before. He tasted of all the right things, as if he was the one person that could saturate my world with color. His and only his, custom-made rainbow.
When he finally pulled away, teeth grazing my bottom lip, he looked into my eyes with so much concern, I thought he was going to tell me something awful. “Sweetheart, I’m afraid I promised the pipe band they could play at our wedding.”
“I don’t love pipe bands,” I murmured. “But I love you.”
He chuckled. “You’re sure you want to be with me because for the last few months…”
“Don’t you know it’s bad manners to argue with a woman in love?” I smothered him with another kiss as he picked me up and twirled me around again.
“You know I’m glad we had this time apart.”
I studied at him, a little puzzled, but then I got it.
“You’ve done so much since you left. Look at all this. The people. The different artists. It’s all so…amazing, Liz.” He made a sweeping motion.
Cuddled in his massive arms, his heart beating against my back, I studied the room I’d worked so hard to make real. There was a line of people at the cash register and people were standing around talking, drinking wine, or discussing one of the displays. It was clear the show—my show—was a rousing success.
“I’m so proud of you, Liz. Proud of all that you’ve accomplished here.”
This time, when he pulled me to him, I melted into those strong biceps of his, inhaled his spicy male scent, the cold air on his skin, the smell of new beginnings. “You know what,” I said, not leaving his arms. “I’ve been swimming upstream my whole life… “
Now it was his turn to give me a bewildered look.
I smiled. “But now… Now, I’m floating. Actually floating.” And I floated into his kiss.
Epilogue
Damon
One Year Later
We couldn’t do this!
It was too close. Too dangerous. Too….something.
But her eyes dragged over mine, grinning as I tightened the laces around her wrists to the headboard. Then thinking better of it, I loosened them up again. “Fuck that.”
Her tongue darted out, licked her lips, and I could feel every muscle in my body clench tight. Adrenaline swept through my veins as my cock hardened into granite. I practically salivated over my wife’s delicious forbidden body. Her body was full. So fucking full and gorgeous. Of course I wanted to fill her even more.
Then I kissed her hard. Harder than I’d ever done in recent months, and then I felt guilty for bruising her lips like that.
“What’s the matter?” she asked as I broke the kiss, my cock now at full attention inside my shorts.
“We can’t do this. Can we?”
“Of course we can. Nothing in the guidelines say that we can’t.”
“Okay.” I let my eyes travel the length of her body before pulling her into mine, my hands slipping around her waist as my cock ground into her sex through my shorts.
She giggled. “I see someone has been very patient. Now hasn’t he?”
“Baby, you have no idea. I’ve been jerking off three times a day.”
“I know.”
That was news to me. I pulled back to look into the shit eaten grin etched upon her luscious lips.
“You know huh?”
She ran her hands over her belly. “Yup.”
I kissed her again, swallowing a deep moan that had formed in the depths of her slender throat. I whispered in her ear. “Am I right in imagining you’ve been spying on me? You little vixen.”
“Oh, I’ve done more than spy. Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are? Especially when you do that?”
“You mean, masturbate?”
“Uh huh.” The hunger in her eyes was unmistakable.
“Turns me on like nothing else,” she calcified.
“Always has. Huh?”
“Yup.”
I growled. “Show me what you did to yourself. Show me that sweet slick pussy and how wet I made you.”
I stepped back and watched as her hands slipped between her legs, probing her folds and finding that sweet spot like she owned it.
“That’s it, baby. Show me what you’ve been doing, you naughty girl.”
Her body arched, legs splayed like a frog while she found that delicious bundle of nerves and stroked herself, body heaving, breasts perky and full.
My cock went rock hard as I watched her eyes glaze over, watching me watch her between her legs, her beautiful pussy glistening like wet rain below her fingers. The soft petals of her vagina burst forward and it was all I could do not to lick her there. Just the thought of what I wanted to do to her, made me achy and full, my balls pull tight. My cock so fucking hard, it was painful. I missed our days in the Club room. I missed spontaneity, but in recent weeks we’d had to slow down. But mostly I missed…her. Anyway I could get her was good. “Don’t come yet, baby. Slow down and don’t come without me.”
She moaned. “I….I’m so close, Damon. So fucking close.” Her breasts were enormous, the areolas a deeper beige than usual. They heaved as she stroked herself. A little milk dripped from one of them.
“Do I have to tie you up, woman?” I growled. I loved tying her up. That and using vibrators, belts, blindfolds, nipple clamps, cock rings, and anything else I thought wasn’t too degrading. Just fun stuff. No floggers or hoods though. But everything else, fuck yeah. Liz loved it too. But not now. Not for awhile. We’d had to keep to the most vanilla of experiences. The weird part was, Liz was hornier than I’d ever seen her in my life. All those hormones. Having to abstain from each other, had been torture for both of us. I’d actually bought her a different vibrator for every day of the week. She was thrilled, said I was the most thoughtful husband in the world. I remember laughing. My sister was right. Every guy gave flowers. I gave sex toys as gifts. Who knew?
She was panting now and I didn’t have the strength or the heart to make her stop bouncing on the bed. Not when it had been so long. So fucking long since we were this way with each other. Besides, this was by far, even without any restraints or props, the sexiest I’d ever seen her. I took my cock in my hand, stroking it lightly, the head swelling with precum that dripped along the shaft. “Okay, baby. Changed my mind. Come for me. Fucking come, Liz. Come, dammit!”
As if obeying my command, her hips rose as if in flight, fingers working furiously at her clit. I knew she was dripping and so was I. I was hot as fucking hell, the cum boiling in my balls as I watched my sexy wife fuck herself.
I could smell her arousal which spurred me on. If I’d held my shaft any tighter I could have squeezed the fucking cum out of it. I grunted, thinking I should stop myself. We’d already done this route. The only difference was we were both looking at each other. Well, I was looking at her. Liz seemed to be in her own world, her eyes half closed.
“Come, baby. Yeah. Fucking yeah! Yeah. Damn you are sexier than any woman on the planet!”
I could feel my orgasm rising, my balls pulsing against my body as I watched my very pregnant wife come unglued. Fucking unglued while I watched! I’d seen it before. Heard it too, but somehow this was different. More erotic. Almost shameful.
And then her body shuddered and I swear her eyes rolled back in her head. I leaned forward for a better look, taking her hand away from her pussy lips so I could see it throbbing at the end of her climax. So sexy. So fucking sexy!
As her body slowed, she gave me a shy grin, as if she too thought this was wrong. Our time together after five fucking weeks! And we’d opted for this nonsense.
As she watched my own arousal turn into a cataclysmic release, shooting thick white ropes of cum all over her rounded belly, her face heated up, going red in the most adorable way. How this woman could feign innocence, melted my heart into a fucking puddle.
She was my world. My rock too. My everything and if all I did for the rest of my life was look at her like this, I’d die a happy man.
“Sorry,” I said.
“What’s to be sorry about,” she asked. “Now, I’m ready for the real you, darling. Don’t think I’m already satisfied for the night because I’m not.”
Have mercy!
With a belly skimming the blue satin sheets, she crawled across the king sized mattress toward me, and then sat up on her knees, taking a towel by the side of the bed to wipe my cum off her tits and stomach .
“I loooove watching you come all over me,” she said, a twinkle in her eyes. “Always have. But having you inside me is even better. Not that just looking at you doesn’t already get me hot but you know…” She shrugged, giving me that little girl smile.
I knew exactly what she meant, because it was exactly how I felt too. From the moment we’d met each other, I could never get enough of my little sex goddess. She was wild. Untamed. Mine.
And now… Well, now I was fucking insatiable with need for her. “Okay, baby. If you’re sure and the doctor did say we could screw now, didn’t he?”
“Screw wasn’t the exact word he used, but yeah. We’re good to go.” She giggled again, reminding me of the nervous giggles she let loose when I first taught her to swim. The time I had had to back myself out of the pool, hoping nobody caught sight of the raging hardon she’d given me.
After a fucking year, you would think my cock would have learned some fucking restraint by now, but it seemed every time we were around each other—the least little smile, gesture, lip licking, or hip sway—sent a mad rush of swimmers to my dick. And damn! If those weren’t proficient swimmers!
Her laughter was infectious but also arousing as she fondled those huge nipples in front of me making the tip of my cock pulse with primal need. Already I was hard again. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
Her lips turned down in a pout. “I can’t be on top anymore because of the babies.”
Babies! How surreal was that to find out we were having triplets! I still couldn’t believe it.
“And I’m so damn huge. You must be desperate to even want me, Damon.”
“Want you! Are you fucking kidding me? It’s been hell not being able to fuck you these last five weeks. Baby, your body is amazing, and not just because you’re carrying my kids but….Jesus, Liz. I want you morning noon and night.”
Apparently that was all she needed to hear because her nostrils flared, she groaned, and her tits sharpened into points. Next thing I knew she was perched on her elbows and taking my swollen head into her mouth. “Fuck!” I yelled, loving how her tongue slipped up and down my shaft. “God, baby, you’re going to make me come in seconds here.” She got off a few good sucks before she picked her head up, crying in frustration. “Damn it! I can’t get close enough. I used to lie between your legs but since that’s not an option…” She looked so cute when she pouted, especially knowing it was because she couldn’t pleasure me like she wanted to.
“But I can lie between your legs, baby. Lie back on the pillow. Get yourself comfy, and then spread your gorgeous legs for me. I want to see that beautiful pussy again and this time I want to taste you.”
“Oh, Damon. You don’t have to. I can… Just let me rest a bit and I’ll... ”
“Nonsense. I’m going to lick you until you scream and then we’ll try that position we talked about.”
“And then I’ll fuck you until you scream?” she asked with a laugh.
“Something like that.” I chuckled, knowing that probably wasn’t going to happen.
“All right.” As she lay back in the bed, her body crashing in front of me, I thought I would go blind from the beauty of it all. Her breasts were like two huge globes, perfect for suckling and pinching. We hadn’t used the nipple clamps lately, because ever since she got pregnant, we hadn’t needed to. Her tits were as responsive as hell. I could have touched her with a feather and she’d want to fuck me in seconds. In the grocery store. In the car. Fucking anywhere. In fact, everything was responsive. How was it a woman so swollen with three children in her womb, a woman exhausted with swollen feet and so restless she barely slept at night, still wanted me that much?
Sliding my body along the bed until I was positioned between her legs, I slid my palm along the underside of her belly. So smooth there with a few faint stretch marks, making it that much more beautiful. It reminded me of how fragile life could be. I’d almost lost the three…no, the four of them, five weeks before, which was the sole reason for abstaining from sex until now. I reached up, felt an ankle or maybe an elbow. I pushed it gently back into the womb, feeling incredibly proud that I had something to do with creating three new human beings.
“So lovely,” I murmured lifting her legs until her feet rest upon my shoulders. I admired the silky smoothness of her bikini wax, and then spread her sweet pussy lips to gain entry with my tongue. Without meaning to, I tickled the inside of her thighs with my long hair.
She exploded into giggles.
“You’re not supposed to laugh,” I said grinning up.
“I can’t help it! Your hair…” I’d worn my hair short my entire life, but I’d grown it long in the last few months, made possible by a dare about which of us was the faster swimmer. I’d lost.
Grabbing one of the laces on the bedpost, I threw my long hair into a pony tail before resuming my ministrations between my wife’s legs. Her breath hitched, the scent of her arousal flooding my nostrils with a heady spiked essence.
My balls swelled against my body as I lifted her sweet pussy to my lips, tasting her for the first time in weeks. She clawed at my shoulders.
“Oh! Oh!. I can’t see you. I want to see you.”
I looked up. “Baby…?”
“My belly is in the way,” she whined. Liz loved to watch me down there so I knew what she meant. If I’d only learned one thing about pregnant women—it was always make them happy. And make sure she is comfortable at all times.
Vaulting onto the plush carpet, I dragged the floor length mirror to Liz’s side of the bed and just stared at her for several minutes. I tilted the glass back a bit until it reflected her naked body perfectly.
“Damn, you’re gorgeous.” Her skin was flawless, her belly round and high—smooth as undisturbed silk. The fact she could carry three people inside her and still look so incredible was overwhelming to me. I worried about the birth. I worried about the babies. Would her body be able to handles such stress?
A swift fleeting fear clouded my eyes when I thought of the danger. No. I wouldn’t let anything bad happen. I vowed to take care of her, take care of them for the rest of my days.
I dropped my pants and stepped out of them so she could see my raging hardon. I loved the lust in her eyes as she looked at me.
“Better? Now you can see what I’m doing.
I stroked myself slowly. But this wasn’t about me. Nothing about tonight was about me. Without waiting for a response, I resumed my earlier position between Liz’s legs, taking the time to nibble the inside of her thighs before parting her folds and plunging my tongue deep inside. She moaned greedily, sucking me in. I glanced to the right. At the floor length mirror. Watching myself lick her into rawness. It was so fucking sexy I thought I might always want to view her like this. Raw. Animalistic. Clawing at my shoulders, her face contorted in full bloom eroticism. Yep. A mirror over the bed was just what we needed.
She pulled my head up.
“What do you want, baby?” I asked rolling to the side, my swollen cock leaving a trail of pre-cum along the sheets. I caressed her perfect skin and then pinched those perky tits. “Let me worship your amazing body.”
What I really wanted to do was fuck her silly, but I had to go slow. Needed to reign myself in. I’d not known how unimaginably hard I would be after five weeks of abstinence, and it was true—that abstinence made the dick grow fonder. Or something like that.
My cock was begging to have exercise. I’d been packed as a fucking boulder, solidified with so much cum I wondered if it were possible to get more of those little swimmers inside her uterus. “Tell me, Liz. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Fuck,” she breathed.
Lifting my head, I gazed up at her, letting myself get lost for a spell inside those emerald green eyes of hers, the red hair splayed over her breasts. I crawled up to her head and kissed her hard on the mouth, our tongues dancing like long lost strangers. We’d not refrained from kissing for five weeks, but it was nothing like this.
Wild.
Insatiable.
Sucking all the breath out of our lungs.
She tasted so fucking wonderful. Like bushels of forbidden fruit. I kissed her eyes. Her nose. And then her mouth over and over again. The kiss deepened into something more. More than either of us could even put a label on, and when neither of us could take it anymore, she was the first to pull back, catching my bottom lip between her teeth.
“I love you, Liz,” I breathed.
“Mmmm. I… Oh!” My hands probed inside her folds again and she nearly jumped off the bed when I dragged my fingers along her clit.
“Oh god. Damon…”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I need you inside me.”
“Soon,” I replied evenly. I took one of her nipples into my mouth while rolling the other between thumb and forefinger.
“Fuck it, Damon!”
I froze. “What?”
“Don’t make a pregnant woman beg. I don’t want to come this way. I want to come with you inside me. Fuck me. Fuck me now!”
“You got it, baby.” I drew myself up as she did the same. There was a soft tufted chair over in the corner of the bedroom. After first positioning the mirror to the side of it so we could watch my cock drill in and out, I took her in my lap, face to face. As she lowered herself me, I buried myself deep. She bounced up and down on me. Sliding that slick pussy over my shaft. Milking. Sending me into orgasm. A woman in the heat of arousal I couldn’t deny. Nor stop. Our bodies crashed together in a frenzy of sexual heat we couldn’t control.
“Oh, yeah. Yeah. That’s good, baby. Just like that.”
She threw her shoulders back, while I held her belly up between us.
We watched the reflection of my cock piston in and out. Holding her hips firmly so she wouldn’t fall, two huge globes jiggled above my lap. Fuck! I should have used mirrors earlier. This was better than porno on YouTube.
Almost immediately, her moans filled the room, as my own climax shot fresh blood into my cock. My dick swelled and my balls pulled tight as a fucking vice. I struggled to hold it off. “Come for me, baby. Come on my cock.”
“Oh god. Oh my fucking god, babe! Oh!” Her screams were glass shattering, her body bouncing so fast she literally siphoned every drop out of my dick. Filling her sweet precious pussy with hot slick cum. Draining it all out of me.
When I was sure she’d climaxed, I realized she hadn’t stop throbbing. Hadn’t stopped her head swiveling on its base. She explained she was still coming down from the orgasm, even after I’d filled her. A long fucking coming, she’d said.
“Fuck, baby! That sounded pretty good.”
“Oh god. I’m still… Oh wow. If I knew sex was this fantastic when you’re pregnant, I would have given it a try ages ago.”
I gave her a shrewd look. I knew her past. The failed relationships. The assholes who would not have stuck around, even if there was a kid, even though her smile lit up the room. And my heart. My jaw went rigid. For a moment, I wanted to beat the shit out of every one of them.
“Okay, maybe not getting pregnant before now was a blessing,” Liz said. “But I have to admit, the sex is over the top with all those extra hormones. It’s like being on drugs. “Her hand trailed along my cheek. “That is, when I actually get to sleep with you.”
My heart seized. I’d been working like a mad man, reinventing the Club, attending board meetings, working on the nursery for the kids, and managing the cash for Liz’s booming art business. As usual, the Club took most of my time, but that’s how it had always been, only this time I’d hired on more help. “I can cut back a bit,” I explained. “At least now I know I won’t hurt you when I touch you.”
“Are you saying that’s why you work so much. You’re afraid?”
“Somewhat,” I admitted.
She sat up beside me, placed a warm palm to my cheek. “Damon, nothing you could ever do would hurt me. You know that.”
“But the babies… And we just…”
“They’re fine. Snug as three bugs in a rug.”
I rubbed a hand along her stomach, and then kissed her on the navel. “Pretty big bugs I’d say.”
“I hope not,” she said with a note of worry in her voice. “I’ve never had triplets before.”
“Neither have I.”
She laughed.
“You’ll do fine. But I’ll try not to tap their heads with my dick too often.”
“Now, that will be tough,” she said, giggling.
I must have looked panicked, because in the next breath she added, “I’m kidding. I just hope you still want me when I’m even bigger than I am now. I have three more months to go.”
I wrapped my arms around her and whispered in her hair, “Baby, I will always want you. No matter who is pushing their little bodies between us.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Even when I’m old and ugly?”
I smiled. “Do you remember that day you fell into the pool in your evening gown?”
“How could I forget?”
“That’s when I first realized how much I loved you.”
“You’re lieing. I looked like a drowned rat with my mascara running down my face.”
“Yeah, but you were a pretty sexy drowned rat.”
We both laughed until our sides hurt. Then she curled up on her side. I adjusted the pillows for her and spooned her, feeling myself grow hard all over again.
Snug as four bugs in a rug.
The End
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