Every day for the last two weeks that we were apart, Jo and I spoke. My days stretched endlessly, but they felt incomplete without our conversations. We often shared dinners over the phone, the sound of clinking utensils and soft laughter bridging the distance between us.
“What are you and our daughter having for dinner?”I asked one night.
“Are you going to be disappointed if it’s a boy?”
Honestly, I didn’t care one way or the other. All that mattered to me was the health of the baby and ensuring Jo had a safe and smooth delivery.
“Of course not. I just know it’s a girl.”
Sharing meals over the phone became a cherished ritual, a way to stay connected and ensure that Jo was eating well. I was deeply grateful to Amara for delivering meals to her. My Sunshine’s culinary skills were limited, and she struggled to prepare certain dishes she craved. I wasrelieved that she didn’t have to go without the foods she enjoyed.
I parked my vehicle at the airport and waited inside the terminal for Jo near the baggage carousel. The scent of coffee from a nearby kiosk mingled with the faint smell of cleaning products, and the hum of rolling suitcases on tiled floors echoed in the background. I paced back and forth, wearing a hole in the floor, as I waited impatiently for her. The sound of her heels clicking on the polished floor grew louder, and I grinned when I saw her. She smirked at me, wrinkling her nose before breaking into a smile. The warmth in her eyes matched the glow of her skin, and I couldn’t help but notice how much more beautiful she looked than the last time we’d been together.
The last time I saw her, she was in bed, half asleep and half-naked under the covers. She lay there, her body partially exposed, her skin soft and inviting.
I couldn't help but think about how much I wanted to explore her, to take my time and savour every moment. Before we could get to my place, where I could strip her completely naked and lose myself in her, we needed to handle some business.
The first time Jo and I made love after she became pregnant, I wasn’t prepared for how her body had changed or how it would affect me. Since then, I’ve taken time to understand how to navigate these changes, researching positions that prioritize her comfort and pleasure. I’ve been eager to explore these new approaches, imagining the intimacy of curling around her from the side, moving slowly and deliberately, and savouring the fullness of her sensitive breasts and the warmth of her swollen clit.
I ate up the steps between us and pulled her into my embrace. God, my woman smelled good.
“You didn’t have to come all the way inside to meet me,” she insisted.
“I did. How were you going to get your bags?” My eyes narrowed at her.
“I packed light.” Her voice went high as she shrugged.
“Woman, you’re looking for a spanking.”
Jo’s eyes flashed like lightning, and she bit down hard on her bottom lip, her expression a mix of curiosity and desire. I found her reaction interesting, so we would have to revisit the topic, moving beyond the few smacks I had delivered to her ass.
Everything went smoothly when we went to the county registry to have our marriage recognised.
“I’ll take you to the Broken Stone Ranch tomorrow. I want to get back to my place and get you all settled in.”
“You don’t live on the ranch?” Jo inquired.
“I have a place to bunk down over at the ranch when I can’t make it to my house, but I want to take you home.”
I took pride in where I lived. Although we wouldn’t be living here, I hoped Jo would enjoy my space. I dropped her bags in the entrance and watched her reaction as she took in the open room.
The house was rustic, with dark wood accents and a vaulted ceiling that emphasized its spaciousness. Large windows framed a spectacular view of rolling hills, inviting naturallight to illuminate the interior. The living area featured a cozy brick fireplace, flanked by armchairs and a huge L-shaped sofa, all resting on a plush, oversized rug. The adjacent industrial-style kitchen boasted gleaming steel appliances and a spacious walk-in pantry. A simple yet inviting dining area included a long wooden table with matching chairs. Outside, a wide deck offered a serene escape, overlooking the tranquil landscape.
When I had this house built, I thought I had found a place to settle. Now I knew I could walk away from this location without a second glance backwards.
“Wow, it’s beautiful,” Jo complimented.
“Thank you.”
“The bedrooms are upstairs?”
“Yes.” I nodded. “Come here.”
I've caught my fair share of romantic movies, trying to impress some woman. Until the moment I saw Jo standing, pregnant with our baby in my sanctuary, I never understood the line,“I need to kiss you.”Shit, it always sounded corny as hell. But standing there, with her radiant glow and the curve of her belly, I needed to kiss her.
She sighed contentedly as I cupped her face and kissed her. Thoughts of giving her a tour and getting her settled were forgotten, replaced by the overwhelming need to feel the welcoming warmth of her pussy wrapped around my dick. I pulled her closer, my hands roaming possessively as she pressed into me, her body radiating heat.
“I’ve missed you,” I groaned.
