Her smile was glorious. “Nothing. The baby just kicked me really hard, that’s all.”
Rafe grinned and propped his head onto one elbow as he ran a hand lovingly over her abdomen. Her belly was swollen like a ripe melon. Her breasts were heavy too, and her nipples were larger and darker than usual. He could easily see the blue veins beneath her fine ivory skin, and he knew those lush breasts would soon swell with nourishing milk for their offspring. In just another couple of months, she would give birth to their fourth child. Rafe thought she never looked more beautiful than when she was heavy with his child.
“I love you,” he murmured softly.
Eleta’s eyes shone with adoration as she met his gaze. “I know. I love you too,” she replied.
“Now stop distracting me with your beautiful body,” Rafe admonished. “We must focus on finding a name for this child.”
“Hmmm, it must start with a D to keep our pattern going,” Eleta said with a thoughtful frown. “How about Darlene?”
“No, it’s a boy,” Rafe said firmly. “Dexter?”
Eleta giggled. “That’s an awful name!”
Rafe grinned. “Durwood?”
“No!” she laughed.
“Dabney?” he suggested with a wink.
She couldn’t even answer, she was laughing so hard.
“Dilbert? Dumbledore? Dimwit?”
“Stop,” Eleta begged, holding her stomach and struggling for breath between her giggles.
Rafe loved seeing her face shine with laughter, and he smiled at the sight. “Alright, you choose, but it has to be a boy’s name. This is definitely a boy, little one.”
“You don’t know that!”
“Sure I do,” he insisted. “It’s obvious that this is a boy.” The babe moved again, and Rafe chuckled. “See! He agrees with me.” Rafe put his lips on her belly and spoke directly to their babe. “Move again if you are a boy, just to prove it to your stubborn mother.”
Rafe placed his hand directly over where he had seen the movement and waited. Sure enough, there was another solid jab directly under his palm. It only made Eleta laugh harder and Rafe chuckled too.
“He’s a strong little guy, isn’t he?” he asked proudly.
Eleta placed her own hand over his. “What makes you so sure it will be a boy?” she teased.
Rafe merely shrugged, continuing to watch her belly with obvious fascination. “It doesn’t really matter, love. You have already given me a daughter and two sons. Whatever this one is, we will love it just the same.”
Pleased by his answer, Eleta stroked his cheek. “But you sound so certain that this one will be another boy. Why is that?”
Rafe flashed her a very naughty grin and traced a lazy circle around one of her nipples. When she shivered with desire, his grin widened and he met her eye.
“Because every time you are pregnant with a boy, you become absolutely insatiable, little one. You simply can’t keep your hands off me.”
Eleta flushed a delightful shade of pink from her forehead down to her nipples. Rafe watched her blush spread, and he chuckled delightedly.
“You knave!” she gasped, giving his shoulder a swat. “How dare you make fun of your pregnant wife? Have you no shame?”
Rafe bent to kiss her, letting his lips tease hers until she began to respond. “I would never make fun of you, love. I was merely making an astute observation.”
Rafe reclined onto his back, folded his hands beneath his head, and waited to see how long it would take before she rose to his bait. It was barely two seconds before Eleta rolled onto her knees and straddled his waist.
The sight of her sitting on top of him was mesmerizing. She literally took his breath away! After nearly ten years of marriage, he wanted her even more than the first night he had met her, and if her own behavior was any indication, she shared his endless appetite.
Eleta was not averse to doing some teasing of her own, and she ran her hands over his chest beneath his shirt. She thought briefly about undressing him, but something about being naked in his arms while he remained fully clothed excited her. It always had, especially when they were here in their special place. She felt wanton and sensuous, and she loved the feeling of being displayed for her husband. She knew that he loved it too, because he was frequently too impatient to remove his own clothes when they made love, but he almost always removed hers.
She scooted back until she was kneeling between his legs. Rafe rose onto his elbows and watched with interest as she began stroking his slack cock. Within moments, his flesh had swelled once more into an aching erection.
Eleta’s eyes lit with eager anticipation. She bent and took him into the sweet, hot haven of her mouth and he groaned with pleasure. He grinned as he watched her. After several minutes, he teased her some more. “You can’t keep your lips off me either,” he moaned.
Eleta paused only long enough to mutter “Beast!” before resuming her ministrations. She teased and tormented him, allowing him to almost reach the peak, but then pulling back and blowing cool air across his straining erection. When it was clear that he was becoming desperate, she sat up and gave him a smug grin.
“Now what do you have to say?” she demanded.
Rafe’s grin was entirely unrepentant. “I say thank God that my wife was so diligent in her studies! Now come here, wench, and finish what you’ve started.”
He lifted her so that she hovered over his loins. He moistened the head of his shaft in her copious juices and then impaled her on his length with a gratified groan. He reached up to cup her heavy breasts, and he kneaded them with obvious delight as she rode him. Eleta surprised him with a throaty chuckle, and he dragged his eyes up to meet her own.
“Now who can’t keep their hands off?” she teased. She slowed her strokes and lifted on her knees, tormenting him by only allowing him part way inside her.
Rafe grinned. “Guilty, madam.” He gave her nipple a sharp tweak, laughing when she moaned. “How do you expect me to refuse such sumptuous fare?”
“Who said anything about you refusing? I happen to love that you find me irresistible.”
Rafe’s grin turned positively naughty as he ground her hips down onto his, pressing fully inside her once more. “Good, because I will never have enough of you.”
Eleta laughed and lifted high on her knees once more. She continued to taunt him with shallow, unsatisfying strokes. Her eyes met his, and they both grinned as she allowed only the tip of his cock into her heated slit. They could both hear the sloshing sounds of her arousal.
“Eleta,” Rafe said in a warning tone. “You know better than to tease a hungry wolf.” She shivered with arousal, and his grin widened. He gave her bottom a sharp slap. ” Now ride, woman! You’re driving me insane with desire.”
As she complied, he teased her further. “Dwayne? Dragomir? Dudley?”
Eleta’s musical laughter echoed through the meadow as she rode them both to heaven.
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