“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.
When he brings his thumb and presses against my clit, I shoot off in another orgasm so powerful that my hand slips out from behind me and I almost fall to the table. He grunts and pauses in his thrusting to help me keep my balance before powering into my body, the new angle causing each one of the three piercings I love so much to hit all the right spots. I throw my head back and come all over him.
I hear him moaning and grunting before I feel his release bathe my walls.
After a few minutes, both of our breathing returns to normal and I look up at his smug grin.
“How’s that for magic?”
And that’s why I love poking the beast.
Chapter 5 – Greg
Melissa has been gone for a few hours now, and I’m still struggling to put the twins’ cribs together. You would think that something as simple as a bed for a baby wouldn’t be so complicated, but damn.
Throwing the directions that, of course, are only in German, I jog down to the kitchen to grab a beer. Propping my ass against the counter, I get lost in my thoughts, remembering when Melissa and I found out we were about to have two little ones and not just one.
There are moments in your life when you know that a higher power is at work. That someone is hard at work making sure that all the bad you’ve ever felt in your life is cashed in for something so incredibly perfect it almost doesn’t seem real.
For me, just finding out that Melissa was carrying my child is a moment I will never forget. We had become a family the day we officially adopted Cohen, and even though I love that boy as if he were my own, there’s something to be said about creating a life with the woman you love. Knowing that Cohen is just as excited as we are is just icing on the cake.
Complete. This is what it must feel like to own the whole world.
“Greg? Are you even listening to a thing I’m saying?” Melissa laughs from the passenger seat.
I look over and smile when I see her stomach. I would never tell her this, but I swear she grew again overnight. She started showing early and never really slowed down. At almost four months, I swear she looks further along. Her doctor explained that this was just because she is so small to begin with. Every day, her body changes more, and it’s sexy as hell to watch.
“Greg?” she prompts.
“Sorry. Just thinking.”
“Well, if that goofy grin is anything to go by, it’s nothing about our baby and more about your insatiable hormones.” She laughs and rubs her belly some more.
Reaching over I place my hand right above hers and drum my fingers softly. “Are you excited?” I ask, rubbing her stomach a few times before taking her hand in mine and lacing our fingers together. When she told me that we could find out what we’re having before her twenty-week appointment, I jumped all over that.
“God, yes! I can’t wait to find out if we’re having a boy or a girl. Cohen told me this morning on the way to daycare that he thinks he’s having a sister.”
This has been an ongoing discussion. Cohen and I both think it’s a girl, but Melissa thinks it’s a boy. I couldn’t care less as long as our baby is healthy.
“You still going with the whole ‘there is no way I would be this big if it isn’t a boy’ argument?” Her line of reasoning even sounds ridiculous to me, but hey, I’m not going to argue with her.
She looks over at me with a big smile. “Seriously, look at you, Greg! You’re huge. There is no way this is a girl. I bet you our son comes out with little baby muscles.”
“Baby muscles? Maybe we just have a really healthy baby,” I laugh. “You should just admit that your men know everything now and save you the let-down when the doctor confirms it.”
She smacks me on the arm and laughs. We continue to the doctor’s office in a comfortable silence, holding hands and enjoying the moment.
Pure happiness.
Once we get all checked in and back into the dimly lit room for the ultrasound, I start to get a little nervous. Even though I can tell my girl is pregnant, it still feels so much more real when I look at the monitor and see the life we created. Every one of her appointments has made me feel this way.
The first time I heard our baby’s heartbeat, I thought I was going to turn into a blubbering fool. When we got our first ultrasound picture confirming the pregnancy, I felt like I was having a heart attack. There really is no way to explain the overwhelming love I feel for this baby and Melissa.
