Brighton

 

“How long do you think we have to stay and keep mingling?” I asked.

Ryland paused and shot me a worried expression. “Are you getting tired?”

I smiled and shook my head. “No, I was just wondering when I can take my husband back to our room.”

He laughed and continued to hold me in his arms while we moved in time to the music. “Someone’s being greedy. You know how much I like that.”

I glanced at Matt and Nicole as they danced beside us, and I’d never seen her look happier. I hoped that it would last. I hoped that all the bumpiness was behind us now.

Norma danced with Ted, who’d made the journey to Florida as well. It took me by surprise at first though it probably shouldn’t have. He was the closest thing Ryland had to family. My heart squeezed in my chest when I looked up into his blue eyes. He looked as at peace as I’d ever seen him and I wanted him to stay that way forever.

Almost as if he could sense my train of thought, a dark look passed over his face.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he said quietly. “I’m just… happy, baby girl.”

I nodded and swallowed down my fears. He didn’t have to say anything else because I knew his were the same. He’d told me once that happiness was fleeting, and as much as I didn’t want to believe that, I had to wonder if it was true.

I couldn’t let any of those thoughts have real estate inside of my brain. Ryland and I had a fresh start, and I wanted to put everything else behind us.

“Come on.” He reached down and threaded his fingers through mine. “I think we’ve mingled long enough.”

 

***

 

“Brighton, tell me what’s wrong.”

Ryland sounded worried, but he had no reason to be. I wrung my hands together and bit my lip to keep my voice from shaking. “It’s nothing. I’ll be out in just a minute."

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, wondering for the hundredth time if this was ridiculous. I’d never worn lingerie in my life. Well, not like this anyway.

The sheer white babydoll that looked great in the photos online only served to flaunt my growing belly, and I wondered if Ryland would even find it remotely sexy. The larger I got, the more I started to worry that at some point he would stop finding me sexy at all. I knew it was a ridiculous train of thought. I was growing a human, and my body had to change to accommodate that. But whether it was logical or not, those fears were still there.

“Brighton,” Ryland’s voice carried from the other side of the door. “If there’s something wrong, just tell me.”

I took a deep breath and twisted the knob.

His eyes met mine and then trailed down my body. I realized it was silly of me to worry because right away I saw the hunger he couldn’t hide.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” He gripped my hips in his hands and tugged me closer. My belly bumped into his, and I laughed.

“I was nervous,” I admitted.

“Why, baby?”

His hands smoothed up my sides and then dipped beneath the silk cups to play with my breasts. I could hardly think when he did that. 

“I just didn’t know if you would like it,” I said. “Because I’m getting bigger, and I feel weird about it.”

“Brighton.” He burrowed into my neck and wrapped his hands around my waist to squeeze my ass. “You’re having my baby. You couldn’t be any sexier if you tried. You’re supposed to get bigger. I want you to get bigger. I want you healthy and happy. I’ll never stop thinking you’re beautiful, you only grow more so every day.”

I reached up on my toes and pulled his lips to mine, kissing him softly. “Thank you, Ryland. For everything that you’ve done this week. For today. I can’t believe you’re my husband.”

“Say it again,” he pleaded.

“My husband,” I whispered, clasping his face in my hands. “My gorgeous husband.”

“I want you to say that every time I make you come tonight,” he ordered.

He was so serious as he said it I couldn’t help but smile and nod. Of course, I would give in to him. I always did.

“Take me to bed now,” I begged.

“Married five minutes and already acting like the boss,” he smirked.

I shoved him in the chest and pushed him back against the bed. “Take your clothes off.”

This time he didn’t hesitate to do my bidding. His eyes roamed over me as I positioned myself on the bed and watched him unbutton his dress shirt and kick off his pants. He was perfectly comfortable in his nakedness when he prowled towards me. But then again, he had a reason to be. He was perfect.

He started at my feet, massaging them the way he often did now. And then he pulled them both up to kiss each instep. This was a new kink of his I was starting to see a lot of lately, but I didn’t mind since I’d just taken a shower this time. I wiggled my toes, and he sucked them into his mouth, teasing them as he watched me. Already I was soaking wet and ready for him, but that wasn’t new. I didn’t think there was much he couldn’t do with his mouth that wouldn’t get me this way.

He kissed his way up my calves and thighs, rubbing his face against the sensitive skin until it turned pink. Even though he’d shaved this morning, he was already sporting some stubble. Since he’d discovered I was pregnant, he was much more careful in the ways he went about marking me. This was one of his new favorites. I didn’t mind at all.

He reached the lacey white thong between my legs and gave it a tug with his teeth. It disintegrated into several scraps of material that he tossed aside without any care. Then his heavy lidded eyes descended as he prodded me with his fingers, spreading me apart for him to see. He blew out a breath, and it tickled me, but it wasn’t enough. I needed his mouth on me.

“Ryland.” I tugged on his hair, but he didn’t budge.

“Shhh,” he whispered. “I’m enjoying this.”

He teased me with one finger, sliding in and out with deliberate slowness. I rocked my pelvis down to greet him, desperate for more. It wasn’t fair that he acted as though he had all the time in the world. I needed him, and I needed him now.

“This is the first time I’m ever going to fuck you as my wife,” he said. “Let me savor it.”

“Fine.” I pouted.

I felt him smile against me, and then his tongue slid right up my center, exactly where I needed him. My hands tightened their grip on his hair, and I bucked against him. He groaned.

Ryland liked it when I was rough with him, but I didn’t even mean to be. It was out of my control. He gripped my hips in his hands and rolled them in circles, helping me to grind down on his face as he lapped at me furiously.

“Oh god oh god oh god,” I whimpered, squeezing the sheets in my fist. “Right there, oh shit!”

The onslaught of convulsions blindsided me with a wave of dizziness that simultaneously stole my breath and left me gasping. I didn’t even have a chance to fulfill his earlier request, but he seemed to have forgotten all about it as he kissed his way up my stomach. When he reached my breasts, he paused his excursion to suck each of them into his mouth.

“You’re getting a very filthy mouth,” he murmured against me.

“I don’t care,” I panted.

He grinned up at me and sat back on his heels, looking deep in thought for a moment.

“What are you doing?”

“Just thinking about how I want to take you,” he said. “I always feel like I’m crushing you now.”

“You’re not.” I reached for his hand and squeezed. “But you could take me from behind if you want.”

He grinned down at me and stood up, pulling my hips towards the edge of the bed. “I could, but I want to look at you,” he said. “I want to see your face the first time I slide inside of you as your husband.”

It was my turn to moan. Those words were definitely the most erotic thing he’d ever said.

He wrapped my legs around his waist and rubbed the head of his cock against my arousal.

“You ready?” he asked.

“I’m ready,” I agreed. “Always.”

He sank inside of me and closed his eyes for a brief moment the way he always did when he entered me. I loved that expression, and I knew I would never get enough of it.

“You good?” he asked as he rolled his hips inside of me.

“So good,” I murmured.

He leaned down and kissed me, and there was nothing frenzied about us anymore. It was unhurried and gentle. Ryland wanted to draw it out as long as he could, and I was grateful he had. I never wanted to forget this moment for all of my life.

“I’m going to come inside you, baby,” he declared. “Come inside my fucking wife.”

And with a roar, he did.

Then he leaned down and kissed me with a possessive gleam in his eyes. “Mine.”