by T L Swan
“You smell so fucking good, baby,” he whispers. He lifts my leg so it’s over his shoulder and licks my open flesh. He nibbles and licks and bites me, and I grip his shoulders as I try to remain standing. “Over to the bed, Bloss,” he whispers.
My heart is thumping hard in my chest and he leads me by the hand. “Lie down,” he whispers.
With his eyes not leaving mine, he lifts his t-shirt over his head.
My legs want to open by themselves, and I writhe in anticipation.
He slides his jeans down and then his briefs, and I am gifted with the sight of his huge hard penis that hangs heavily between his legs.
He starts to slowly stroke himself. “This is how it’s going to go, Bloss. I’m going to warm you up. Then I’m going to lube you up.”
I frown. “Yes,” I whisper.
“Then I’m going to put you on your hands and knees.”
I stare at him as my heart hammers in my chest. “Yes,” I whisper.
“Then I’m going to lube you up again.”
I can’t breathe.
He strokes himself and my mouth goes dry… he’s so hot.
“And you’re going to beg me to fuck you.”
I nod, no words will leave my mouth. I’m hardly breathing.
“Once I start, I’m not stopping.”
My scared eyes hold his.
“Do you understand me, Ashley?”
I nod.
Fuck.
He comes and sits next to me on the bed, spreads my legs wide and runs his fingertips through the lips of my sex. “Such a pretty pussy,” he whispers as he looks down at my open body.
I close my eyes and softly moan.
He slides in three fingers aggressively and I wince; he pumps me harder and harder and harder and I cry out as my back arches off the bed.
For ten minutes he rides me with his hard fingers until I can’t see straight.
“Get on your hands and knees, baby. I need to taste you.”
I frown. What?
“Do it,” he growls.
I shuffle onto my hands and knees and he comes around behind me and spreads my legs wide. “Down onto your elbows, Bloss.”
I drop down to my elbows and he puts his three fingers back into my sex.
In…out…in…out. Harder and harder and harder, and the bed is rocking, and I can’t think as my body rides out the pleasure.
And then his tongue sears my back opening, and I drop my head to the mattress.
Oh, my fucking God…this is too much.
Senses overload.
His fingers pump me hard while his tongue laps at me tenderly. “Don’t come,” he growls.
What?
“Cam,” I pant as my body lurches back and forward. “I’m going to come. I can’t last.”
He takes his fingers out and my body collapses onto the bed in a heap.
“Up on your knees!” he growls.
I get back up onto my knees and he begins to lick me again, and my legs are shaking and I can’t hold myself up. I can see him through my legs, and pre-ejaculate is dripping from his cock.
He is so turned on.
“Fuck me, Cameron,” I whimper. “Fuck me now.”
Satisfaction crosses his face and he stands and gets the lube, and pours it into his hand and begins to rub it all over my sex and behind.
He massages and massages and it feels so good, and then he slides his finger in deep and my eyes widen as my breath catches.
With one hand holding me by the shoulder, the other hand slowly begins to ride me.
I drop my head and moan.
In, out, and around and around.
I hate to admit it, but this feels—
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers. “Feels so good, doesn’t it?”
I nod my head and I think I have double vision. My body begins to take him in a rhythm.
Oh.
My.
Fucking.
God.
Then I feel him nudge his cock at my entrance and I close my eyes. He grabs my hip with one hand and guides himself into me with the other.
Ah, fuck.
I screw up my face.
“Relax, baby,” he whispers.
He shuffles my legs further apart.
“Relax, baby; I won’t hurt you.”
I nod and drop my head and try to relax myself, and he pushes forward hard and nails me to the bed.
Searing pain rips through me and I screw up my face into the mattress.
“Ash.” He kisses my shoulder. “I’m in, baby.” He kisses my back. “That’s the worst of it.” He bites my shoulder as I try to control my breathing. “Kiss me,” he pleads. I turn my head and we kiss softly over my shoulder, and it’s tender and beautiful.
“I love you,” he whispers.
I smile against his lips. “You’d better.”
He chuckles. “I’m going to move, Bloss.” He rubs my hips as he slowly pulls out and slides back home. He pours some oil over my behind and down onto the place where our bodies join. “Fuck,” he moans. “This is something else.” He slides out slowly and the oil releases some of the pressure, and he slides home easily this time.
He reaches around and starts to circle over my oily clitoris with his fingertips as he pulls out again and my body quivers. “Oh, you like that,” he whispers in my ear from behind. “My beautiful wife loves getting filled with my cock. Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look right now?” he moans. He pumps me with force and I cry out. With one hand on my hipbone maneuvering my angle and the two fingers deep within my sex, he starts to ride me hard.
My eyes are rolled back in my head.
I’ve never felt something so fucking good.
Deep…so deep.
And surprisingly intimate. This isn’t at all what I expected.
Our skin is slapping hard. He grabs a handful of my hair and rips my head back, so he can kiss me over his shoulder. He pulls me aggressively up onto his lap and I’m putty in his dominant hands.
He’s everywhere, in my mouth, in my sex, in my ass. His hand reaches around and he squeezes my nipple and that’s it, I can’t take anymore. I convulse into an orgasm.
“Fuck!” he yells and then he lifts me and slams me repeatedly down onto him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He holds himself deep and his body jerks as it explodes.
He drops his head to my shoulder and we both pant. we’re covered in a sheen of perspiration and are both struggling to catch our breath.
He starts to trail soft kisses up my neck as he silently thanks me for letting him have what he needed.
I smile as I lie back on his body. “I think you just impregnated a lady downstairs in the lobby,” I pant.
I feel him smile above me. “I think so.” We kiss softly. “You are amazing.” He kisses me softly again. “You all right?” he whispers as he studies my face.
“I know. I am pretty amazing.” I kiss him again as I pant. “It was worth getting married for, I suppose.”
He laughs and picks me up and throws me onto the bed. “Shut up or I’ll do it again.”
9
18 months later
I inhale deeply and smile.
“What are you smiling at, Tucker?” Cam raises his brow.
“Nothing.” I shrug. “Stupidly happy.”
Cameron sips his red wine and smiles sexily. “Well, you just finished work today—I can’t imagine how that feels. Congratulations.”
I rub my two hands over my heavily pregnant stomach and Cameron’s eyes watch me and then rise to my lips. “Do you have any fucking idea how beautiful you are pregnant?” he whispers darkly.
Goosebumps run down my arms. “I thought you liked my body before.”
His tongue darts out and licks his bottom lip. “I did.” He pauses as his eyes hold mine. “But this…” He frowns as he tries to articulate. “But this new body of yours is a whole other level of arousal. I seriously can’t get fucking enough.”
“You better take me home th
en, big boy,” I whisper.
It’s date night and things have been dreamy over the last eighteen months.
I finished my medical degree and have been working full time at the hospital. Owen started at his snooty private school and I hate to admit it…but it’s an amazing school and he’s really loving it. He’s made some lovely little friends.
Jenna moved in with her boyfriend from next door and she’s as happy as can be.
And me…well…I’m still drunk on Cameron Stanton…my husband.
Things have only gotten better for the two of us, if that’s possible.
It took us nearly a year to get pregnant and I was secretly beginning to worry a little. When it finally did happen, and I got to tell Cameron, he stared at the pregnancy test for two hours, in shock. It suddenly became very real.
Pemberley is half-finished. We go there most weekends but there’s only so much you can do in one full day a week.
The new kitchen is in, and Owen’s bedroom and most of the living areas are finished. We are now working on the remaining bedrooms, but we haven’t been able to go for a few weeks now and won’t again until after the baby arrives. It’s too far away from my obstetrician, and Cameron is silently freaking out.
I’m due in four weeks and am huge. No cute little belly for me—I am pregnant in all my glory.
Thankfully, Cameron has been worshipping the very ground I walk on. It’s like he’s trying to make up for missing out on my pregnancy with Owen.
He finishes his drink. “Let’s go then, Bloss. I’ve got plans for you.” He stands and takes my hand, and I waddle my way over to the elevator in my tight black dress.
He glances over at me and I drop my head.
Here we go.
The doors open. Three middle-aged women are at the back and a young man is to the side. We walk in and turn to face the doors.
He smirks at the floor as his latest skit comes to him, and then looks up and gets all serious as he concentrates on his task.
“Please don’t tell my wife that I got you pregnant,” he pleads loudly.
I bite the inside of my cheek to hold in my laugh. Is he for real?
Oh, God what must this look like? I am heavily pregnant. I roll my lips as I try to play along.
“I’m your wife’s personal assistant for God’s sake. She’s going to find out eventually.”
The ladies behind us all gasp.
Cameron drops his head and scrunches his eyes shut. “All those times in the storeroom at her office should never have happened,” he replies coldly. “I knew it was wrong, but I just couldn’t stop coming back. Even tonight, we shouldn’t have had sex again. You’re like a drug. A beautiful, fuckable drug.”
Our eyes linger on each other’s and I feel my heart flutter in my chest.
Even when lying he still does it for me.
“Leave her for me,” I beg. “I’ll do anything. Please.”
He bites his bottom lip hard and his brow furrows. “I can’t, she’s pregnant with twins and due the same week as you, you know that. You went to her baby shower and she named you the godmother. I can’t help it if my sperm is super potent.”
I bite down on my bottom lip to stop myself from laughing. “But I love you,” I cry.
“You love my dick; don’t worry, you can always have that,” he offers.
“Why, you fucking asshole!” the lady behind us growls as she hits him in the back of the head with an open hand.
I burst out laughing, and Cameron ducks for cover as she continues her assault. “How.” Smack. “Dare.” Smack. “You.” Smack. “Treat her this way.” Smack, smack, smack.
“Stop hitting me!” Cameron cries.
The man in the elevator is shocked, and I’m holding my stomach and bent over laughing.
“You good-looking men need to be taught a lesson,” she growls as she smacks him hard again. “You’re all out-of-control assholes.”
The door opens, and Cameron runs out. I’m still bent over laughing with my hands on my knees. The lady, Cameron’s attacker, says to me, “Do you need a lift anywhere, dear?”
I laugh. “No, thank you so much. It’s okay.”
Cameron comes back to me and takes my hand and I stand up.
The woman glares at him.
“It’s all right. He’s my husband,” I stammer as I try to explain. “We were just joking around.” I scrunch up my shoulders as I realize how ridiculous that must sound. “Sorry.”
The three ladies’ faces fall, and they exchange looks. “Just joking around?” she murmurs, horrified.
Cameron and I both nod. “Sorry.” Cameron winces. He holds up his hand to show her his wedding ring. “It’s just this weird thing we do. We lie in elevators so that other people hear us. My baby, my wife.” He rubs my stomach. “Very happily my baby, four weeks to go. No other woman…I promise.”
The lady looks at us blankly. “Well, that poor baby, having you two nut jobs for parents.”
My face goes red and I giggle like a school girl. “Thanks for defending me,” I offer.
She looks me up and down. “Good luck having his kid. You two are as stupid as each other.” She and her friends storm through the lobby. “I’ve never heard of a more ridiculous hobby in all of my life!” she calls in a fluster over her shoulder.
Cameron watches her as she disappears. “We’re going to see that woman on America’s Most Wanted soon.” He raises his eyebrows. “She’s damn violent!”
I laugh again. “And you’re an idiot.”
Half an hour later I stand at the end of our bed as Cameron undresses me. It’s darkened, with only the lamp light surrounding us.
I never had someone make love to me in my first pregnancy, and this deeper level of intimacy has me addicted.
He slowly slides my dress down and I hold onto his shoulders as I carefully step out of it. He stands to take my lips in his.
We kiss, soft and tender, and I can feel his erection through his pants as I slide my hand over his crotch.
He reaches around and undoes my bra, cupping my full breast in his hand as he dusts his thumb back and forth over my nipple.
“How you feeling, Bloss?” he whispers against my neck.
I smile as my eyes close. “That’s code for can I have sex with you?” He tries his hardest to be gentle…although, in the throes of passion, we both fail miserably.
“I feel great,” I whisper. “Ready for my man.”
“Hmm.” He nips my neck as his arousal notches up to a new level, and he slides my panties down my legs and bends to kiss my stomach tenderly.
He holds my hand as he lays me down, and then I watch in slow motion as he undoes his shirt. I’m blessed with the sight of his broad muscular torso, a scattering of dark hair, and that beautiful ripped abdomen.
With his dark eyes holding mine he slowly slides down his zipper, and pulls his pants and briefs down and takes them off. His dark hair falls just over his eyes and his lips are perfectly plump.
My insides begin to throb.
He’s just so fucking beautiful—inside and out.
He lays beside me and we kiss for a long time, gentle, slow, and unhurried, and if this pregnancy has taught me anything, it’s that Cameron Stanton makes love better than he fucks.
I never thought that would be possible.
His hands roam from my behind, up to my jaw, down over my breasts, and to my stomach.
I smile against his lips. I now know what it feels like to be worshipped.
My body is his temple.
God, some nights we can’t stop. It’s as if because we don’t go as hard as we normally do that we can’t quite put out the fire completely. It’s a slow, hot, wet burn…one that we can do for an extended time.
I’m on my hormonal arousal peak and he’s happily making sure my every whim is taken care of. He turns me onto my side and rustles around behind me. He then lifts my top leg over his forearm as he slowly slides his body into mine.
My breath catche
s.
My eyes close in pleasure and my head falls back to his shoulder.
He goes slowly, in and out, and deeper and deeper, and God this feels… so fucking good.
With his hand protectively on my pregnant stomach, his lips on my neck and his body slowly pumping into mine, I have a new kind of happiness.
It’s called perfection.
The bathroom light wakes me, and I roll over; it feels like I only just got to sleep. Cam is up and showered and getting dressed for the day. He walks back into the room and smiles when he sees me. “Sorry, babe, did I wake you?”
“No,” I sigh.
He sits on the side of the bed and pushes my hair back from my forehead. “You okay?” He bends and kisses me softly. “You tossed and turned all night.”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I mumble. “Just can’t get comfortable.” I glance over at the clock. “You’re up early,” I notice.
“Yeah.” He stands and grabs his shoes. “I have a quadruple bypass on today.”
I fake a smile as I watch him. I can’t even imagine the amount of pressure he’s under every day at work.
People’s lives are literally in his hands.
“It’s going to be a long day.” He continues putting his shoes on. “Adrian is on standby if you need anything, okay?”
“I’m not going to need anything, Cam.” I roll onto my side toward him. “I still have four weeks to go.”
“Yeah, well, until Jameson comes back from vacation on Monday, you just take it easy please.”
I smile. Cameron is obsessed with not missing the labor. He already missed his first child being born. Until the last few weeks when he’s been so jumpy, I never knew how much it really affected him.
“You have my word. I’m not going into labor until Jameson comes home from Tahiti,” I promise. “I went overdue with Owen. We have heaps of time.”
He stands and watches me for a while. “Murph is coming over to take you out to lunch.”
I smile sleepily. “You to mean to check on me?”
“That, too,” he mutters dryly.
“Go to work, Dr. Stanton.” I wave with my fingertips. “Go save a life.”
He kisses me softly. “Bye, Bloss,” he whispers. “I love you.”
“Hmm.” I sigh sleepily as I run my fingers through his stubble, hmm…he smells good. “Love you, too.”