CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Matt
Matt stood behind the French windows of their room, watching his wife relax on the balcony, sipping a black currant non-alcoholic spritzer that Ida had sent up with a lobster artichoke dip. It was the afternoon of their last day at the inn. Tomorrow they’d have to face reality and drive to Dallas to pick up the flash drive.
They’d spent the most of their time ensconced in their room, making love, ordering delivery, then more making love. Ida shot him a sly look one morning when he went down to the inn’s dining room to take food back to their room. Why let Grace waste her time dressing when he preferred her naked and splayed out on the bed. Although he did let her up for air and took her to the top Texas barbecue place the night before. That day they were going to a swanky restaurant inspired by the mixed cultures of Houston. The chef boasted New American Creole cuisine emphasizing farm-to-table ideology that was so popular nowadays.
Grace, being pregnant and always hungry, was excited to go.
Matt was happy to make her happy. He watched her undetected for a few seconds longer and the walls of his chest squeezed. Fuck, he was becoming a lovesick fool. Well, as long as no one could see him right now and revoke his man card, he was damned well fine with that.
On second thought, he didn’t give a shit.
All that mattered was his wife and their child growing in her belly. He’d just checked online on what to expect of the baby’s size in comparison to a fruit or vegetable. A pea. His baby was still the size of a pea. Jesus.
When he opened the French doors, Grace glanced sideways and smiled at him. He nearly stumbled as he walked through the balcony entrance. It was this damned inn, the floors were uneven, but so, it seemed, was his breathing. He wasn’t lying when he said he could watch her sleeping for hours. And awake? With those emerald eyes of hers that turned stormy when she was pissed or luminous when she was happy? He could lose himself in them for an eternity. He realized he could wax lyrical about her, but, in all honesty, he could also wax debauched thoughts about her just by staring at her lips—full bottom lip, cupid bow upper lip, a generous mouth meant for sucking his aching cock.
Grace’s brow lifted sardonically. “I think your warm thoughts just took a depraved turn there, husband.” Her smile was smug.
“You know me so well there, wife,” he mocked in return. Reaching where she was sitting, he frowned. “Where are the rest of your clothes?”
Grace looked down at what she was wearing.
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
“I can see the shadow of your nipples from up here,” Matt growled. He was exaggerating but too much of her tits were showing.
“It’s hard to wear a bra with the cut of this neck line,” Grace explained patiently. The neckline she was talking about was non-existent because it was one of those off-the shoulder dresses.
“That’s not gonna fall, is it?” Matt asked suspiciously.
She rolled her eyes and stood up, doing a twirl around the balcony to prove that her dress was meant to stay up. It was a ruby-red, flowy dress that hit at her mid-thigh.
“You do realize I’ll have to beat up every punk who’s gonna leer at you?”
“Oh, unlike the way you just looked at me.”
He scowled. “I have the right to look at you any way I please. I’m your damned husband.”
“So you keep reminding me.”
“Maybe we should stay in.” He would love for her to ride his dick right here on the balcony.
Grace eyed him dubiously. “We don’t match.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“You’re wearing faded jeans, biker boots, and some heavy metal tee.”
“It’s a vintage shirt, babe. I paid quite a buck for this. Do you want me to throw on some prissy polo shirt? I have one of those in the suitcase somewhere.” Matt kept his chuckle at bay. The place they were going to was casual, but the food was anything but.
Grace’s pained expression nearly broke his resolve not to laugh. “No. I’d rather you wear what’s comfortable for you.”
“I clean up nicely, you know,” he teased.
“I have no doubt,” she said. Then, with a gleam in her eyes, she added. “I don’t mind playing the lady and the biker.”
He groaned and dragged her softness into his hardness. “Woman, you’re killing me. I have half a mind to just cancel dinner and fuck you right now, right here.”
The answering growl in her stomach sent him rumbling with laughter
“Guess the baby says you need to feed her first,” Grace giggled. It did not escape him that she’d been referring to their kid in the female form.
“He’s the size of a pea,” Matt answered. “How much food does he need?”
“You never fail to impress me, Mr. Foster. We’ll make a devoted father of you yet,” Grace said jokingly, but was obviously pleased.
Matt lowered his mouth to her ear. “Oh, I’m going to impress you soon. Very soon.”
He grinned as he felt a shiver go through her.
*****
“Fuck, shit, fuck,” Matt groaned as Grace slammed herself down on his cock.
They’d returned from dinner and went out on the balcony to “finish” their evening. The temptress started the seduction in the restaurant. By the time the biscuit strawberry shortcake landed in front of Grace, Matt was ready to drag her out of there. As he drank two fingers of Scotch, she carefully slid a spoon full of cream in her mouth. Then, she’d slowly pull the spoon out and lick the back of the spoon, deliberately smearing cream on her top lip. Her pink tongue swooped out to lick the cream off, looking at him with naughty green eyes, before dipping her spoon back into her strawberry shortcake.
For someone who had had no alcohol, she’d been quite aggressive. Pushing him backward through the French doors and straight for the settee and without even kissing him, she’d unbuttoned his jeans, lowered his zipper and released his aching cock. She shoved him onto the bench, mounted him and impaled herself onto his shaft.
“Babe, you gotta move,” he groaned.
“Suck me,” she demanded as she thrust her almost bare breasts millimeters from his face.
That was certainly no hardship. His thoughts were almost savage as he ripped the top of her dress. She gasped and slid up, the squeeze of her pussy almost causing him to stroke. He caught a mouthful of tit and sucked, swirling his tongue around the nipple and grazing his teeth. Then she slammed down on him again and started rocking back and forth.
He released her tit. “Babe, you gotta slow down or I’m gonna be—”
Desperately, he grabbed her hips. “Slow down, dammit,” he hissed.
“Stop being such a control freak,” she moaned. Her hair was wild over her face and Matt wasn’t having it. He wanted to watch her while she fell apart fucking him.
With his other hand, he gathered her hair and fisted it behind her head. This caused her neck to be exposed while he watched her bounce on top of him. Her back slightly arched from the way he held her hair. Grace was fucking him, yet he was dominating and setting the pace.
The feel of her softness pressing against him, the wet slide of her pussy around his girth, the risk of a voyeur watching them from the woods, threatened to make him come before he was ready. Matt gritted his teeth. “Get there, babe.”
“I love the feel of you,” she whined.
“Dammit, Grace, get there before I take over.”
“Baby,” she moaned. “A little longer …”
“Fuck it.”
He grabbed her ass and stood up. With him still buried deep inside her, he prayed he wouldn’t trip over his loose jeans, and marched her back into their bedroom. He dropped them to the bed, taking the fall, before flipping and dislodging her. Keeping her legs apart, he buried his tongue in her pussy and licked the slickness off her.
“Damn, now that’s dessert,” he growled. He let his tongue rough up her clit and ravenously collected the gush of her arousal. Her fingers gripped his hair as she finally came on a scream. Matt was so hard, he felt like he was carrying lead between his legs. He crawled up her body, slammed his mouth down to kiss her and slammed his cock back inside her. He held one of her legs up, relishing the feel of opening her up to him. It didn’t take him long. Just as she moaned again, his own climax ripped through his spine and blinded him with its intensity.
He could feel his heart in his throat as he collapsed beside her. Somehow, he managed to roll her on top of him. He needed this skin-to-skin contact after what they had just shared. He wasn’t ready to let her go.
“Wow,” she whispered.
Matt’s lips tipped up. “Wow,” he mumbled back.
“Is it my imagination or is it only getting better?”
“I feel it too, babe.”
“Will it always be this way?”
“Not sure I understand, babe,” Matt yawned. She pushed up and slapped him on the chest. He could feel her glare on him in the relative darkness. The only light was from the moonlight that darted in from the French windows.
“What the fuck?” Matt muttered.
“Do not be a typical male and fall asleep after sex.”
“Are you gonna start naggin’ ?” Matt was teasing, but, apparently, Grace didn’t think it was funny. She huffed and tried to roll off him. Instead, he switched their positions and trapped her by holding her wrists over her head and pinning her lower body with his torso and hips.
“You’re an asshole.”
“Hey,” Matt chided. “None of that now.”
“I don’t know why I married you.”
“You married me because you love me,” Matt said, then hurriedly added before she got further pissed. “And because I love you, too.” He buried his face into her hair. “Come on, gypsy,” he groaned. “I was teasing. Let’s not fight.”
He felt her relax. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “My emotions are all over the place.”
“I know,” he said softly. “I got you, Grace.”
And he slowly made love to her all over again.