Twenty-one
Carter
I was elated. Natasha was back and she was carrying my child. I cleaned the kids up from their snack and put them to bed, making sure Natasha stayed resting on the couch. She looked exhausted, which was normal for the stage of pregnancy she was in. Luckily, she had me. I had encountered every twist and turn there was to encounter with my late wife when we were having our children, which meant I could help her through the uncertainty and the questions she would have later on down the road.
And once I had the kids down for bed, I picked up her backpack and helped her off the couch.
“Come on. Let’s go pick out your room,” I said.
I walked her through the house and kept tossing doors open. But with every room she found there was something wrong with it. It was too big or it was too small. ‘Shouldn’t this be the nursery?’ or ‘It won’t have enough room for my furniture’. We made our way upstairs and I shied her away from the room across the hall from the kids. Her place here was no longer to run after my kids and be a nanny.
Her place was resting and being with us in any capacity she wanted.
We got down to the end of the hallway and I had no other rooms to show her. But her eyes were settled on the door to my room. I grinned down at her as she looked up at me, her eyes filled with questions as they twinkled with the light of the hallway. I reached behind her and shut off the light so the kids could sleep easier, then I threw open the door to my bedroom.
“What do you think about this room?” I asked.
“Well,” she said, “it is a bit big.”
“What else?” I asked as I led her in.
“The bed is massive. So it’ll probably be more comfortable than the other beds.”
“And the closet space is to die for,” I said as I shut the door.
“The walk-in closet is nice. But only one side of it is taken up, which is odd.”
“Or convenient, depending on how you look at it.”
“The bathroom is my favorite from the rest of the ones in the house,” she said. “I love the walk-in shower and the double sinks. But do you know what my favorite feature of it is?”
I dropped her backpack at the entrance of the closet before I turned my body towards her.
“What's that?” I asked.
“There’s a certain someone that comes with the room.”
I strode for her and took her in my arms. I pulled her against me, listening to her gasp. I could feel the pressure of her tightening stomach. Her belly button that would grow and morph as the child within her became healthy and strong. I danced my lips against hers, feeling how her body caved into mine.
I settled her back down onto the bed as our noses danced together.
“I think that certain someone enjoys having you here, too,” I said.
“I think I’ll take this room,” Natasha said with a whisper.
“I was hoping you would say that.”
My lips dipped to her neck and she sighed into the room. My skin began to crawl as I felt her hands rush up my shirt. Feeling her fingertips on my skin again was electric. My cock was aching behind my pants as I toed out of my shoes. Her hips were rolling and her nails were digging in. Oh, her skin was sensitive. I could nip at her and she would tremble against me.
I was going to have some fun with this.
I lifted her shirt and unhooked her bra from the front. Her breasts came spilling out onto her body and I groaned at the sight. My tongue darted out and wrapped around her nipple, causing her to whimper as she twisted her hands in my hair.
She pressed my face into her breasts and I peppered her skin with kisses.
My hands slid her shorts from her body. Her womanly scent filled my nostrils. I could feel the animal inside of me erupting. The man that had missed this woman for the past two months. My nips became nibbles, and my nibbles became love bites. I marked her tender breasts, taking in the way she moaned and gasped at my tongue.
I sucked on her tits, pulling them between my teeth and watching her breasts bounce whenever I released.
I slid between her thighs and nuzzled against her clit. It was swollen so big it was peeking out from between her dripping folds. I took off her pants and her underwear, discarding them off to the side.
Then I threw her legs over my shoulders and slid my tongue up her slit.
Her hands curled into the tendrils of my hair as my tongue devoured her pussy. I swallowed down her arousal, taking in all she had to give me. I drank from her fountain of youth, filling my body with an energy I hadn’t felt since that dinner she told me she was leaving.
That dinner that left me as empty as the moment my wife had died.
She panted and rocked against my tongue. My hands wrapped around her thighs and pulled her closer. I breathed in her scent and memorized her taste. I thrusted my tongue into her pussy and allowed her to ride my lips. She was bucking ferociously against me and I loved it. I loved feeling her grow wanton for me as she lost control of her body.
I heard her choking on her pleasure as my tongue pressed into her clit. I flicked it at a frightening speed as her body began to quiver. Her heels pressed into my shoulders and her knees fell off to the side. She was opening herself to me. Giving me access to whatever I wanted.
And I was going to use it all.
I slid my finger into her pussy before traveling down to her puckered little asshole. I worked one knuckle in, hearing her hiss out into the room. I sucked her clit into my mouth and worked another knuckle in, smiling as a whimper fell from her lips.
I pressed the rest of my finger in as she shook, then filled her pussy with my thumb.
“Oh. Holy. Shit. Carter… oh, fuck. Don’t stop. Holy hell. I don’t… know what… yes. Yes. Yes! Fuck that hole, Carter. Don’t… stop!”
I pressed my tongue deep into her clit and fucked her holes with my fingers. Her juices sprayed onto my face, running down my chin and neck as she came. I smiled into her, feeling the way she jerked and moaned as her nails raked against my scalp.
The way her asshole clenched around me made my cock drip from its tip.
Her back fell to the bed and I slowly worked my fingers out of her body. I wiped them on the sheets next to us, then I began kissing up her skin. She was jumping with every touch and wheezing from the air she was trying to gasp. My tongue licked her lips and she sucked on it, pulling me in for a kiss as she tasted herself on my skin.
“Oh Carter,” she said breathlessly. “What the hell was that?”
“The beginning,” I said. “It was the beginning.”
I grabbed her ankles and flipped her over, causing her to squeal. I ran my cock up and down her asscrack, then slid into her pussy. I lifted her hips as I groaned, feeling her walls massage my cock.
She was having to readjust to me again.
And fuck, was she tight.
Her arousal was already dripping down my balls. I worked my cock out and slammed back into her, watching her jolt with my assault. I pounded into her, punishing her for leaving and simultaneously racking her body with an ecstasy I knew she couldn't find anywhere else. I reached down and fisted her hair, pulling her lips up from the bed.
I wanted to hear the filthy words dripping from her lips.
“Fuck, Carter. I missed you. I missed this. I dreamt about you… every night. I… can’t… oh, Carter. Yes. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.”
My eyes whipped open as the words fell from her lips. Effortlessly. Fluidly. Shivering me to my core and bringing tears to my eyes. I released her hair and fell to her back, propping myself up as my lips made my way to her ear.
She shook with the ferocity of her second orgasm as I pressed a kiss to the shell of her ear.
“I love you too, Natasha. I love you so much.”
She collapsed to the bed in a fit of sweat, but my body wouldn’t stop. I slid effortlessly into her, feeling her body shaking as my hands founds hers. Our fingers laced together as I slid against her body, rolling my hips and feeling her pussy pull me deeper in. Her legs were wrapped around the back of mine and I rolled us over, her back pressed deeply into my chest.
I cupped her tits and massaged them slowly as I thrusted up into her body.
Her body was weak against mine as I filled her with my dick. My girth was stretching her further as her tits jumped in my hands. My lips nipped at her neck and her hair fell into my face. Her hands were twisting up in the sheets she could find as the back of her head fell into my shoulder.
“Shit. I’m so… fuck, Natasha. You’re back. I can’t… believe… you’re back.”
I thrusted into her one last time before my cum shot into her body. Her pussy throbbed around me as Natasha moaned out into the room. She was exhausted, her body spent and weak against me. Her arms and legs were flailing with my assault as I rode her through her orgasm. Threads of cum fell from my cock, filling her and leaking down her ass crack. I could feel our juices leaking down my balls. Painting my body in its mark as my lips placed open-mouthed kisses along her shoulder.
I rolled us over to the side, my cock still sheathed within her warmth.
I massaged every inch of her body I could find. Her waist. Her thighs. Her arms. Her shoulders. I massaged her breasts and her calves and her stomach that was tight underneath my ministrations. I slid my cock from between her legs and she shivered, then pressed her body harder against me.
“I’ve got you,” I said. “I’m not going anywhere.”
She somehow found the strength to turn around in my arms and looked up at me with those big eyes of hers. I smoothed some of her sweaty hair away from her forehead, then captured her lips again in a kiss. A soft, sensual kiss that ushered in a moment where it was only the two of us.
The two of us and the child we had created together.
“I love you,” she said breathlessly.
I smiled into her lips as our noses nuzzled together.
“I love you too,” I said. “And I’m so glad you’re back.”