“You say it!” I yelled back at the same time he surged into me again, the smacking of our bodies together reverberating around the room.
“I love you,” he affirmed, no hesitation.
I grew even wetter.
Aaron pulled me from the wall, and pushed me to what I believed was the hardwood desk that sat at the opposite end of the wall in the suite. My eyes were still covered by the scarf when he pressed my head against the cool wood, one hand covering my hip, positioning me just how he wanted me. He thrust in deeply and I yelled so loudly my voice began going hoarse. He was so deep in this position I felt like he was in my throat. I moved my hand behind me, pressing against his belly.
“Ow!” I yelled from smack I’d earned on my ass.
He trapped my hand, holding it against my back, surging into me so deeply he nearly lifted both my feet off the floor. The desk he had me pressed against shook. I heard items falling to the floor, but Aaron was dogged, driving in and out of me, possessing me as if he needed to make clear, once again, who I belonged to. As if I’d ever forgotten. My pussy walls clamped around his erection, begging for more and for mercy at the same time.
“Again!” He ordered, his hips digging into me again.
I yelled my love for him over and over. Just like the first night I’d done it. And just like that first night, my orgasm nearly crushed me. But what differed this time around, was Aaron yelled his love for me, as we came together. His life-creating semen surging into my womb and my muscles flexing and spasming around him, milking him for everything he had to give.
Our bodies were so spent after that orgasm, we nearly collapsed onto the floor. But Aaron caught us. Lifting me and carrying me over to the couch that sat a few feet away. He laid my body on top of his, untying the scarf. I blinked my eyes open before turning to see his gaze piercing me. My belly flip-flopped at the love that shone there. I moved up and pressed a kiss to his lips.
“I love you,” I whispered, my throat strained from yelling.
“I know.” His fingers lined my shoulder and collarbone, causing me to shiver. He continued to stare, watching me closely. “No one will be knocking on our door tomorrow morning. No surprises,” he assured.
I smirked. “I know.” Lowering my head, I kissed the scar that ran diagonally across his chest. I kissed it all the way down to his breast bone—where the tattoo of my name sat—then stuck out my tongue, licking the intricate artwork that was my name on his body. I smiled when I felt a chill run through him. His cock came alive pushing against my thigh. I pressed more kisses to his scar and licked the tattoo some more before easing down his belly, feeling with my lips as I went. Moving so that I was on my knees between his legs, I took his semi-hard erection into my hands.
I bent low, kissing the tip. Lifting my eyes, I met his hungry gaze. I ran my tongue along my lips of the come that gotten on them before swallowing it, and closing my eyes to savor it. When I opened them again his hazels were still trained on me.
I bent lower, so my lips hovered just an inch above his cock. “Mine,” I growled.
His dick jumped in my hand.
I opened my mouth wide, letting my head sink onto his shaft.
Aaron’s hand moved to the back of my head, tightening as I bobbed on his erection. Just moments prior I’d felt too exhausted to move, but hearing the moans from my husband’s mouth and feeling his dick swell in my mouth, energized me anew. I slurped and swallowed, hollowing my cheeks, then moved lower, taking his balls into my mouth before returning to his cock. Within minutes his semen was flooding my mouth.
It took me a while to catch my breath as we both panted while I laid across his chest again. My eyes were heavy and I was in no position to move for the rest of the night. I believed Aaron felt the same, but not too long after, he was pulling me up, maneuvering my hips and body up his body, so that my pussy hovered over his face. Yet again, my voice was left hoarse and I shook as I called his name while he took me to paradise with his mouth.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Patience
For the third day in a row, I woke up feeling queasy. I frowned at the horrible taste in my mouth. Thankfully, I was alone in our bedroom. It was just after seven a.m. I usually woke up earlier than that but lately it seemed as if the only thing I wanted to do was sleep.Andmy husband. Sleep and orgasms satisfied me the most.
I climbed out of bed feeling a little guilty for not being up earlier to spend more time with the children before school. I had to pick the children up early from school since it was their last day before the Christmas break, anyway. I decided to take them to the movies or one of the local indoor parks to have fun. I grinned, thinking maybe I could convince Aaron to take off work early to spend some fun time with just the four of us as well.
Unfortunately, those thoughts were cut off when a sudden need to vomit hit me in the middle of brushing my teeth. I rushed to the toilet, lifted the lid, and heaved but nothing came out. I don’t know how long I stood there, dry heaving, but afterwards, I felt exhausted as I sank to the floor. I willed myself to get up and finish brushing my teeth. After a few more close calls, I finally felt okay enough to make it down the stairs and to the kitchen to start breakfast. I also made a mental note to stop at a convenience store once the children were dropped off. I was so glad to have that day off.
“Morning, Mommy!” Kennedy’s cheery voice greeted me as soon as I rounded the corner toward the kitchen.
I smiled down at her, adoring the two little pigtail buns that sat at either side of her head. “Morning, sweetie.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Lifting my gaze, I saw Aaron standing at the stove, flipping what looked like a blueberry pancake.
“You’re getting good at that,” I stated, stepping into the kitchen.
He lifted an eyebrow, smirking. “Flipping pancakes? I’ve been doing it since I was a kid.”
I shook my head. “Not the pancakes, though they do smell delicious.” I swiped one from the stack he’d set aside on a plate. My appetite had suddenly reared its head. “That,” I gestured toward Kennedy. “Kennedy’s hair looks adorable.”
Aaron frowned. “I don’t do adorable.”
