“Roll this way, hon, so that I can get the other side.” I leaned back against my heels where I knelt on the bed as Kyle did as I’d asked. I warmed some more massage oil between my palms before I went to work again.

“Mhmm, this feels so good,” Kyle said with a low moan as I rubbed down deep into the tissue of his tight back muscles. “You shouldn’t spoil me so much, Dallas.”

“Yes, I should. In fact, I’d spoil you more than I do if you’d let me.” Kyle chuckled at my words because he knew it was true. He’d had to stop me from waiting on him hand and foot. Even though he was in his ninth month, he still insisted on doing his share around the house. At least I’d finally talked him into letting Gideon and Houston cover his weekend catering events until after the baby arrived.

As if he’d read my mind, Kyle started to fret. “You think they’ll get everything right today? I’m not concerned about Gid, but Houston can be scatterbrained at the best of times. He’s only gotten worse since he’s been pregnant. He’s the poster child for pregnancy brain, if you ask me.”

“Don’t worry,” I said as I moved down the back of his leg, working the tissue to help keep his swelling down. “Gideon may be as sweet as pie, but he’s pretty feisty when he needs to be. He’ll keep my brother on a tight leash while they cater that party for you.”

Kyle chuckled. “You’re not wrong about Gideon. If I hadn’t been between class sessions, I would’ve happily asked him to cover my classes, too. But you were right, it was just as easy to put the nutrition class on hiatus for now. Once the baby arrives and is at the point where I feel comfortable leaving her long enough to teach a class, I can start them up again.”

“Exactly,” I agreed. “That’s the beauty of those classes. They’re a bonus to the members, not a guarantee. And your students love you; they’ll be back when you are. I have no doubt about that.”

“Oof.” Kyle grabbed his stomach and winced. “I need to roll on my back. I’m getting those Braxton-Hicks things again.”

“Are you sure? I can call Dr. Hunt if you want.” I did my best to sound nonchalant. The truth of the matter was that I was ready to call the ambulance every time Kyle so much as sneezed these days.

“No, these are those same fake contractions. Dr. Hunt assured me that I’d know the difference now that I know what these feel like.”

“Okay, hon. Let’s get you on your back and prop you up on a few pillows then.” Once I’d helped Kyle get settled again, I grabbed the cocoa butter that I’d been using on his stretch marks and warmed a dollop between my palms before I knelt between his legs and began slowly massaging his big belly.

“Yesss.” Kyle’s eyes fluttered shut as a nearly delirious smile spread over his face. I smiled with satisfaction at his response and continued to massage him.

After a few minutes, Kyle began snoring. He was making light, snuffling noises that were so adorable I almost wanted to pull my phone out and take a video.

The only thing that stopped me was the knowledge that Kyle would probably kill me if he found out. I was quickly learning that the things I found cute, like videos taken unaware, were the ones that he usually didn’t.

After I was satisfied that he’d been thoroughly rubbed down, I backed away and pulled a blanket up to cover him before flipping off the light and quietly leaving the room so he could rest.

“Lean back, hon. Let me rinse out the shampoo,” I soothed as I tilted him against my shoulder and guided his head under the spray.

“Here we go with you spoiling me again,” Kyle said with a soft laugh. “I swear, I’ve had the most uncomplicated pregnancy ever—aside from that morning sickness early on—and yet you insist on fussing over me like I’m some sort of fragile blossom.”

I kissed the side of his neck before turning him around as I knelt to wash the bottom half of his body. I smiled up at him as I sudsed up the backs of his knees. “You may not be fragile, but I like the sound of that blossom thing.” I thoughtfully pursed my lips. “Let’s see, are you my lotus blossom? My orange blossom? Hmm, maybe my cherry blossom?”

While I spoke, I casually washed his balls, pretending not to notice when his dick woke up and took interest in the proceedings. “Ooh, I like that last one. You always blush so sweetly with that faintest twinge of pink across the apples of your cheeks. Oh! There you go, we figured it out. You’re my little apple blossom.”

“Stop,” Kyle laughed. “You’re being silly, not to mention completely ridiculous. I’m far too large to be anyone’s little anything.”

I cradled his belly in both hands and pressed a kiss to his belly button that had somehow turned from an innie into an outie over the past few weeks as the baby had grown and started pushing his body every which way as she fought for room in there.

He started that adorable giggling that only happened with me. While he was distracted, I ducked my head and sucked his length all the way into my mouth, not stopping until his tip bumped against the back of my throat. I smiled around his pulsing dick when his giggles turned to moans.

Kyle’s hands grabbed my hair, threading his fingers through the strands to get a good grip before tugging and trying to guide me as I bobbed up and down. I palmed his sac, gently rubbing it and paying attention to how close he was while I teased his hole with my other hand.

“Yessss, don’t stop,” he moaned. My brain raced for possible lube options. We had a tube on top of the shower doors, but I couldn’t reach it right now. I smiled to myself as an idea occurred to me.

Pulling my head back, I released his dick with a light kiss then began to stroke it until more precum leaked from the tip. I swiped some with my finger and used it to ease my way into his snug hole while Kyle looked down at me with a curious smirk.

“Mmm, yasss, I liked that, dirty boy,” Kyle moaned over what I’d done. I sucked his length back into my mouth, while my hands were busy teasing his hole and playing with his balls. I wanted to add a second finger, but that would require more lube. I started to pull off again, when I felt something tap against my shoulder. Releasing his dick, I turned to see that Kyle had grabbed the real lube.

“Thanks, honey.” I grinned up at him.

He snorted. “I’m pretty sure that I’m the one who’s supposed to be saying thank you right about now.”

“Don’t you dare,” I scoffed as I squeezed lube into my hand and began to seriously work at stretching him open. My fingers were busy playing with his hole as Kyle watched me with soft eyes. He played with my hair while I knelt there in front of him under the shower spray. He looked sad when I pulled my fingers free, but I held up a single digit and made the twirling motion.

“Hands against the wall, hon. Spread them wide and pop that ass out for me. I was going to make slow, tender love to you tonight—but now I’m thinking fast and dirty.”

Kyle’s pupils dilated with interest as he turned to do my bidding. Oh, yeah. He was definitely on board. I rose to my feet and gripped my cock, nudging it against his entrance and gliding in with one smooth thrust.

I covered his hands with mine where they were braced against the wall, pinning him in place as I bit into the muscle of his shoulder and quickly picked up my pace.

He whimpered a little, shivering with need as he rocked his ass back against me, meeting me thrust for thrust. Each time I plunged into him, the muscles in his ass clenched and squeezed as if trying to pull me in deeper.

I pulled nearly all the way out before pushing back in while Kyle came undone, his breath coming in pants as he thrashed his head wantonly from side to side.

“Yessss… God, yes. Right. Fucking. There!” Kyle screamed, his voice echoing off the tiled walls when I hit the right spot. I kissed along the side of his neck, pausing to nibble at his earlobe without missing a beat as I fucked him harder against the wall, pounding into him with abandon. My cock began to throb as a frisson of electricity shot down my spine.

Kyle’s breath hitched as he began to shake. Releasing one of his hands, I wrapped my arm around his waist and held him tightly against my chest as he sprayed a geyser of cum against the shower wall.

My hips jerked as I gave one final thrust when I felt my knot begin to swell, plunging in one last time then pulling out before I came. I grabbed my cock and stepped back, squeezing my knot and milking the cum out as I shot across my husband’s juicy ass.

Once I’d finished, I stepped forward again and pulled him back into my embrace. His head rolled languidly back against my shoulder as I held him close. After we’d both caught our breath, Kyle turned to kiss my cheek.

“Thank you for not knotting me. It would’ve been awful to have to stand here as the water got cold while we waited for that sucker to go down so we could get free.”

I snorted out a laugh at the practicality of his statement. That had been my exact thought process, but something about the way he said it just made me crack up.

Pressing one final kiss to his neck, I stepped back and aimed the showerhead at that juicy, cum-covered ass. As much as I enjoyed seeing how I’d branded him, I couldn’t very well let my husband go to bed with a sticky ass.

“Come on, my little apple blossom. Let’s get you dried off so we can get some rest tonight.”