Her breathing was still slightly uneven with lust as she opened the door for the waiter to bring the tray of food inside. As he walked past her, she caught a smell of hot maple syrup. There was nothing as delicious as pancakes dripping with the syrup; her all time favorite breakfast.
While the waiter started to set the dining table, she walked to the floor to ceiling windows and looked out towards the mountains. She loved living close to so much natural beauty, especially in winter when they had snow. She loved sports that involved being on the snow. She’d been told that she’d worn her first pair of skis at three years old. Of course she couldn’t remember that far back, but she’d seen the photographs and been told on numerous occasions by her parents before their death.
The coming winter Lily would have to give the snow a miss because she’d be so close to giving birth, if she didn’t deliver early.
“Lily, come and sit.” Michael took hold of her elbow, leading her towards the table. “Where did you go?” he asked, smiling.
He’d already placed the pancakes and syrup on her plate, not to mention the decafe coffee that was steaming in the cup to the side.
Her stomach growled while she used her fork to cut a piece of pancake. “I was thinking about missing the snow this coming season.” She smiled. “Not that I’m complaining.” She smoothed her hand over her belly.
“I’ll take you out in the snow at my parents place. Don’t get your hopes up though, because we will stay close to the house and use one of the gentler horses to pull the sleigh.”
Lily was sure she glowed with happiness as she jumped up from her seat to wrap her arms around Michael’s neck, planting a kiss to his lips. “I can’t wait. And when our babies are old enough we can teach them to ski.”
Michael started to scowl. “I think we should wait until they’re at lest twenty before we put skis on them.”
Pulling back slightly, Lily looked into his eyes to try and work out whether or not he was joking, but he looked real serious. “Michael, you’re being ridiculous,” she told him taking her seat again.
“My daughters need to spend their time reading or playing with dolls and things.”
Barely holding back her laugh, Lily replied, “Our sons will love to ski and play rugby with their father and uncles.” She couldn’t hold back anymore and started to laugh.
“Mmm,” Michael mumbled then started to attack his plate of, well, everything under the sun. “It could be one of each. A little girl who looks just like her mamma…Hmm, I like that idea. She still isn’t putting on skis.”
While Lily continued to munch on her pancakes, she rolled her eyes. Michael was being ridiculous. She watched him put fork after fork of food into his mouth before he finally paused to take a drink of his coffee.
“What?”
“You do realize you’re being an idiot.”
He gave her a wicked grin, placed his coffee cup back on the table then stood up with determination in his eyes.
Very slowly he sauntered around the table, turned Lily’s chair towards him, gave her a quick kiss, and then picked her up from the chair and into his arms. “We haven’t made love this morning, which I’m going to correct right now.” He grabbed the syrup from the table on his way into the bedroom.
Chapter 15
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In the bedroom, Michael grabbed a towel from the back of the chair on the way to the bed, because Lily was about to get rather messy.
Sitting her down on the bed, he peeled her out of the robe and laid the towel out. “Scoot onto this.”
She wiggled her butt over on the towel, which caused her breasts to jiggle. His cock hardened, jutting out in front against his sweats, which he quickly removed.
“Oh god, Michael,” she groaned, opening her legs.
His breathing was harsh; as he looked first at her firm swollen breasts with hardened nipples, then down to her slightly swollen stomach at twelve weeks pregnant. Not having any experience with the pregnancy thing, he hadn’t realized she only had a slight bump now, because she was carrying two babies.
Moving on, he came to her * as he took his dick in hand, she opened her folds with one hand while rubbing her breast with the other, but this time he wasn’t sure he’d last if he continued to watch her all spread out on the bed like she was; a feast waiting for him.
Opening her legs wider, he moved closer to her dripping *; grabbing the warm syrup from the side table he offered her a wicked grin.
Lily met his eyes, licking her lips, knowing what he planned.
Not wanting to burn his woman he needed to test the warmth of the syrup so he poured a small amount to the tip of his cock. Fuck. Bad idea. Michael clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, as the pleasure from the heat washed over him. Only to have them fly open again when he felt the bed dip and Lily’s tongue lapping at the syrup that had started to dribble towards his balls.