Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 95307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“Maybe tonight,” she counters, reaching for the covers.
“No. Fuck that. I want you now.” I slide my hand up her thigh and don’t stop until I reach her pussy. With my index finger, I trace her slit over her panties. She’s soaking wet. “You want me,” I tell her. “Lift your hips, baby.”
“Harris—” Immediately she stops her protest when my fingers dip below her panties and push inside her.
“Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop.” I gently pump my finger once, twice, three times before she lifts her hips. I make quick work of withdrawing, which causes her to whine. Grabbing either side of her panties, I pull them down her legs and toss them to the side. “Winnie,” I say, running my fingers through her folds.
“Hmm?”
“Hold on to the mattress.” I drop to my belly on the mattress and seal my mouth over her. She writhes underneath me, which fuels me on. I suck her clit into my mouth, tracing small circles with my tongue. Careful not to hurt her or the baby, I add one digit, then slowly as she draws closer to her orgasm, add another.
“Don’t stop,” she begs.
I don’t bother with a reply. Instead, I pump my fingers a little faster, and swirl her clit with my tongue. Her walls tighten around me, and I know she’s close. She gets tired easily these days, and I know getting another one out of her will exhaust her beyond measure. Pulling my fingers out, I climb to my knees. Wiping my mouth with the back of my arm, I align my throbbing cock at her entrance and push inside.
“Oh my God,” she moans.
“I missed this,” I say between thrusts. If you would have told me six months ago that fucking my pregnant wife was an aphrodisiac, I would have laughed in your face. Staring down at her, her belly between us, I feel my orgasm start to build. “I’m close, baby,” I tell her, moving my hand between us and stroking her clit.
Her head moves from side to side, and her grip on the sheets is solid. I feel the moment she lets go, her body squeezing the hell out of my cock. I try to hold on, but I can’t. With one final thrust, I release inside her. Pulse after pulse until I’m sated. I lie down next to her and pull her into my arms. I kiss the top of her head, and cradle one arm around her, the other resting on her belly.
“That is how we should start every day,” I tell her.
“Mmm,” she hums her agreement. I hold her, not wanting to let go, not wanting to lose this connection. Eventually, she looks up at me. “I need a shower.”
“Let’s get to it so I can feed my girls breakfast.”
“No, you go ahead. I’ll go next.”
“Why not together?” I pout. Even my voice sounds like a child who was just told they couldn’t go to a friend’s house. I’m not ready to let her out of my sight just yet.
“It’s a tight fit.”
“We’ll make it work.”
“No, really it’s fine. You go ahead.”
“Winnie, don’t make me carry you into the bathroom.”
“You can’t do that! I weigh too much.”
“What? Are you fucking kidding me right now? You weigh nothing. You’re all baby.” To prove my point, I climb out of bed and lift her into my arms.
“Harrison! Put me down. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“Stop.” My voice is hard. “Enough of that shit, you hear me?” I get a subtle nod. I continue carrying her into the bathroom and set her on the counter. “Don’t move,” I say, pointing at her. I rush to turn the water on, then turn back to her. “Arms up.” She doesn’t fight me, but she’s hesitant before she finally lifts her arms and allows me to remove her nightshirt. I rake my eyes over her. “Do they hurt?” I ask, tenderly tracing the swell of her swollen breasts with my finger. Bending down, I softly place my lips on the H tattoo.
“Sometimes. They’re sensitive,” she confesses softly.
I lift them, one breast in each hand, testing their weight. I feel wetness on my hand. Pulling my eyes from her breasts, I see she’s blushing. “I’m sorry,” she whispers.
“For what?”
“That.” She nods toward my now wet hand.
“It’s natural, right? I mean, I read that this could happen. That’s how you’re going to feed and nurture our baby girl. You have nothing to be sorry for.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“It’s sexy.”
“Right. Come on, Harrison, don’t play games with me. Not after all we’ve been through.”
“How am I playing games with you? I mean it. It’s sexy to me. You’re sexy to me.”
“The water’s going to get cold,” she says, gazing off toward the shower.
I nod, knowing when to push and now isn’t the time. I help her off the counter, leading her into the shower. I take my time, washing every inch of her body. I’ve read that some women have body issues during pregnancy, but I never thought that would be Winnie. She’s fucking gorgeous, and I don’t know how to make her see that. Maybe I should call Dr. Taylor and see if she has any tips for me.