By the time we finally fall asleep, the sun is starting to peek through the blinds, and I thank my stars that Dee and Beck took Cohen home with them last night.
I fall asleep with a smile on my face and my husband’s arms wrapped tightly around his girls again.
Only to wake up ten minutes later, fighting free of his hold before I wet the bed . . . again.
*
“What’s your plan for today?” I ask Greg when he walks into the kitchen later that morning. His worn jeans are hugging his ass perfectly, and his arms stretching the limits of the University of Georgia football tee he’s wearing. I’m half tempted to drag him back to bed.
“Figured I would run over to grab Cohen, but Beck just called and said they wanted to take him to the aquarium today and they would have him home before dinner. You’re stuck with me, woman.” He bends down and gives me a quick kiss before walking over to the coffee maker.
“Good. You have a full day of putting the girls’ cribs together then.” I beam up at him when he groans. We’ve been putting off the assembly of the girls’ cribs for a few weeks now. Greg took one look at all the “damn little pieces” and put it aside for another day.
“And I don’t suppose you plan on helping with this adventure?”
“Nope. I have a full day at the spa. Remember, Sway gave it to me for a baby shower gift? All the girls—well, and Sway—are coming. I’ll be gone all day, at least.”
“Spa?” He folds his thick arms across his chest, and my mouth waters from watching his shirt stretch tight against his arms.
“Uh . . . yeah.” I clear my throat, looking up into his knowing eyes. “Manicures, pedicures, a pregnancy massage . . . The normal spa type stuff.”
“Massage?” The edge to his voice clues me in to just where his mind has drifted.
“You don’t need to go all caveman on me, Greg. It’s perfectly fine for pregnant women to get massages. No one is going to touch me like you’re thinking.”
“If you want a massage then we can go back upstairs and I’ll give you one.”
“I love you, but I’m going, and I’m going to enjoy the hell out of Lars rubbing my stiff muscles.” I shouldn’t joke, but he really makes it too easy.
“Fucking Lars.” He takes two powerful steps towards me before gently pulling me up from my chair. “Fucking Lars better not touch any part of your body. Lars better go ahead and go to another state while you’re inside that spa. No way in hell do I want Lars anywhere near your body. This is my body, Melissa. If anyone is going to rub your stiff muscles, it will be me.” His deep voice grinds out the words, causing my panties to flood with my wetness and my pussy to clench. I shouldn’t provoke him, but hell, this is so hot.
“But, Greg, they say his hands are magic.” I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing when his growl rumbles around me. His blue eyes darken to the navy color I love, the color that means my beast isn’t far from the surface. I’ve got him right where I want him. My pregnancy hormones are making me almost ravenous with my sex drive.
“I’ll show you magic.” I yelp when he clears the table with one swipe of his arm. He drops down to his knees and makes quick work of my jeans. Luckily, another plus of maternity clothes—those elastic waistbands. Before I even have time to take a breath, my bare ass is propped up on the edge of the table and my husband’s mouth is feasting between my thighs.
He doesn’t waste a second. His lips suck and lick every inch of my pussy but ignore the only spot I want his mouth to be. I don’t even recognize the sounds coming from my mouth, while I’m holding my body up with one arm behind me and the other is holding his head against me as I ride his mouth. The second he brings his fingers into the mix, finger-fucking me to one mind-blowing orgasm after the next, I’m screaming the walls down.
I didn’t even feel him stop, my body still coming down from the power of my release, but when I feel the cool steel of his Prince Albert against my opening, my eyes open and lazily drink him in. His jeans are pushed down to his knees, and his long, thick cock is ready to plunge into my body. His eyes are hooded, alight with desire.
I bring my hand between us, wrapping my fist as far as I can around his velvet skin, and help him guide himself into my wet heat. There isn’t anything sweet and slow about our coming together. He finally takes me how I’ve been begging him to take me. His balls smack against my ass, and his fingers dig into my hips when he drags me closer to the edge of the table. I can hear how wet I am when he thrusts into my body, the sound intensifying the feelings that are racing through my veins.