Garcia

I’ve never had so much anticipation about having sex with a woman in my life. But then again, I’ve never been in love like I am with Kimber.

I haven’t had her all to myself since… well, since forever. Grayson has always been with us either in utero or out since we met. Not that I mind, I love that little guy, but his mami is hotter than I ever imagined without her beach ball tummy.

She looks like a fucking super model with her flat tummy and toned ass. She never missed a workout the whole time she was pregnant, I don’t know how she did it.

Yep, I’m a lucky man.

We dropped Grayson off across the street at Drake’s house and decided to go to Vincent’s to eat dinner instead of having it delivered. Our food will be hotter and we can have a glass of wine while we let the anticipation build a little more. Not that eleven months isn’t long enough. I’m already about to explode, my cock’s been rock-hard for weeks. Every time I’m with her she turns me on and she’s not even trying to.

The way she sways her hips when she walks now instead of waddling. The fitted clothing she wears that shows off the curves of her breasts and ass. The way she laughs and fiddles with her earring when we talk. All of it, total turn on.

“Do you think he’ll be okay taking a bottle if he gets hungry before we get back?” she says as I pull open the door to Vincent’s Italian Restaurant, the best Italian food in the whole state of North Carolina.

She looks so concerned, her big fern green eyes crinkling around the edges. “Yes, baby, I think he will be fine. If he won’t take the bottle they will call us.”

“You don’t think Caleb will try anything, do you? Like you don’t think he will go over to Drakes to see the baby since we are gone? He might be watching the house.”

This comment concerns me. I get that she’s worried but why is she having stalkerish thoughts about her ex-husband. “Was he like that? Does he do things like that?”

The hostess comes to seat us before she can answer. We follow her through the old style dining room with checkered tablecloths and a single red rose in a vase on every table. We pass the bar on our right and I catch our reflections in a massive mirror that hangs behind it. Goddammit, she’s so fucking gorgeous. Lucky, I am so lucky.

The scent of pasta and Parmesan cheese swirls around the room and thoughts of their famous meatballs in caper tomato sauce fill my head. I’m starving after this long-ass stressful day.

It’s a beehive of activity in here. Every table is full of people laughing, eating, and drinking Valentino’s special house red wine. I’ll have to remember to get a bottle to take home with us. Kimber will have to pump and dump for twenty-four hours but I think she will agree it’s worth it.

We take our seats and the hostess hands us our menus. I push mine aside and as soon as she leaves I ask again, “Is Caleb nuts? Do you really think he would be watching our house?”

She places her elbow on the red and white tablecloth and starts messing with her earring. I don’t like the look on her face, not one bit.

“I’m not sure. I mean he wasn’t like that when we were married, I don’t think. He did have a strange way of knowing what I’d been doing, though. I chalked it up to him being an attentive husband, which I know is total bullshit now. I thought I knew him but ever since I told him I was pregnant I have felt like he was a different person.”

“I don’t like the sounds of that. I wouldn’t worry about Grayson right now, though. I don’t think Caleb would have the balls to show up at Drake’s door knowing who he is.”

She nods and I push the vase holding a single red rose aside. I reach across the table to take her hand that’s still playing with her earring and I hold it tight. “It’s going to be okay. We can worry about Caleb tomorrow. Grayson’s safe and we are going to enjoy each other for a while.”

She smiles a halfhearted smile. “You can do better than that, can’t you? It’s our six-week celebration dinner, come on.”

Her smile widens and she lowers her eyes to her lap for a moment and then raises them back to mine in a shy sweet way.

“I love you so much, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” she says.

“You’ll never have to find out either.”

Our waitress comes and we spend the next hour drinking wine and stuffing our faces with the best Italian food on earth. When we are home and sitting in our driveway she can’t help but twist around in her seat and look at Drake and Tiana’s house.

“No.”

She looks at me and frowns, “No, what?”

“No, you can’t go over there and check on the baby. No one has called us all evening, he’s fine, and we have a date by the fireplace inside that we can’t be late for.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize for being a good mother. Now let me take you inside and you can be a good wife.” I wink at her and she blushes an adorable shade of pink.

“Wife-to-be you mean.”

“I already consider you my wife. Marriage is just a piece of paper that puts you on my insurance. Come on.”

Inside she closes the curtains in the living room and I lock the front door. I turn the volume up on my phone and place it on the coffee table close to us to reassure her.

“We’re right across the street.”

“I know, thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” I throw all the pillows from the couch on the floor and turn on the fireplace even though it’s still 80 degrees outside. “Ambiance,” I say and she chuckles. “Come here.” I crook my finger at her and she does as I ask.

When she is standing in front of me I brush her hair over her shoulder and try to concentrate on one aspect of her beauty at a time starting with her full pink lips. She doesn’t speak but her breathing pattern speeds up the longer I stare at her.

I unbutton the first button of her flimsy black dress and then another and another. She’s wearing a lacy black bra underneath, which is a huge improvement from her usual nursing bra, that makes my cock twitch in my jeans. I push the dress off of her shoulders and it pools around her feet.

She’s stunning in her matching lace bra and panties and sandals that lace up her calves. Her breasts are full and round and for the first time in weeks they are all mine. I drag a finger down the curve of her neck to her shoulder and down her arm until I reach her hand and lace my fingers with hers to pull her against me.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath trying to control my desire. I want to rip that lace off of her body and bend her over the couch. I want to wrap her long silky black hair around my wrist and yank her head back while I fuck her so hard the whole neighborhood hears her scream my name.

But that’s not happening, not tonight anyway. I kneel in front of her and lick a circle around her belly button while I untie the ribbons wrapped around her calves that hold her shoes on. She shutters and her tummy caves in away from my mouth. She steps out of her shoes and I kiss along the edge of her panties and slide my hands around to cup her perky ass.

“These are nice,” I say pushing the panties down. “But we don’t need them.” She holds onto my shoulders for balance and steps out of them kicking them to the side. I stand and unclasp her bra dropping in in the pile of clothes. She’s bare and trembling and mine.

Her hands come up to untuck my shirt from my jeans but I stop her. She searches my face for an explanation. “Lie down.” She does as I ask, sitting and then stretching out on the pillows. I take her in, her black hair splayed over the pillows, her tanned skin against the white rug, and the desire in her half-opened eyes.

“You’re sure about this? You’re ready?”

She nods with a sureness that relieves my anxiety about hurting her. I pull my shirt off over my head with one hand and toe off my shoes. She bites her lip watching me unbutton the top button of my jeans and lower them along with my briefs to the floor.

My cock stands at attention long and aching to be deep inside of her. I take it in my hand and stroke it a few times while she shifts on the floor to spread her legs. Her pussy is wet and ready but the anticipation is addictive.

“Touch yourself.”

She looks disappointed but only for a split second before she slides her hand over her mound and down between her folds.

“Does it feel good?” I ask adding a twist of my wrist to my stroke.

“Not as good as you would feel.”

“You got that right, baby.” I move to stand directly over her and she scoots up onto the pillows a little more watching my hand pump my cock. I kneel down between her legs and help her work the slickness from her pussy over her clit with my free hand.

Her mouth falls open and a tiny gasp escapes her lips. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Kimber, and you feel so good. I’ve missed you so much.”

Her eyes say she misses me too but a jolt of pleasure prevents her from saying it. “Ah, ah, ahhh, not yet,” I say shaking my head. I want to make her come myself with my mouth before I bury myself inside her. I want her to be as slick and ready as possible.

Releasing my cock, I remove her hand from between her legs and slide my arms under her thighs to scoot her forward. I tilt her hips upward until my cock is pressing against her back, her pussy is spread open for me and her legs are draped over my shoulders. I want control of her entire body and in this position I have it.

I wrap my arms around to cup one breast while licking her from the pucker of her ass to her clit. Her hands fly out to her sides to claw at the pillows and she pushes against my mouth for more.

I slide my tongue around her clit avoiding her hot spot until she’s trembling and panting in desperation. When I finally glide my tongue over it and begin to suck, she clenches her legs around my head in a death grip and comes hard.

She yells my name exactly how I expected her to and I feel a deep sense of satisfaction. That’s how you do it, that’s how you keep a woman in your bed for fucking ever.