“Where’s Theo?”
He waggles his eyebrows. “Your mom took him for the night. I have a surprise.”
My pussy clenches at the desire in his eyes. “What kind of surprise?”
Beau smiles, and it’s a wicked kind that has my heart skipping a beat. “One we’ll both enjoy and will maybe get this baby here.”
I lick my lips and allow him to pull me down the hallway into our master bedroom. I stop short at the panel of mirrors stuck on the wall opposite of my side of the bed. “What are those?”
“Little press-on mirrors. I want you to watch me worship you tonight,” he whispers into my ear, nipping at my lobe and sending a shiver down my spine.
I think any other time, I’d be a little self-conscious about seeing my body on display while we fucked, but pregnancy changes things. It’s not the first time either.
After I had Theo, I loved every aspect of my body. The fact it grew and housed my baby; it felt miraculous. It made me feelstrong and invincible. Some of the shine wore off a few months after birth, but it’s back again. I’m so proud of my body, even though a small breeze makes it feel like my nipples are on fire.
Beau leads me to the bed, turning me to face the mirrors as we stare at each other. His lips trail down my neck as his hands slide under my sweater, and I rest my head on his shoulder.
“How are you feeling? Up for this?”
It warms something in my chest that he always thinks to ask, but I do miss the man who ravaged me all night long. “I’m feeling like I want my man to make good use of our night alone.”
“Hmm, I plan to,” he says, tugging my sweater off, followed by the tank top I have on underneath. His hands hold my breasts up, and I sigh at the relief. He knows better than to play with the tiny tips of torture, then he moves down to cup my belly and lift it gently. I moan. “Oh, god. That feels so good.”
Beau chuckles. “You used to only say that when you were stuffed full of my cock.”
“Yeah, well, you try to carry this around all day and you’ll realize how good it feels when it’s off my back.”
He kisses my cheek before gently setting me back down to pull down my shorts and panties. His tongue sweeps across his bottom lip as he looks at the mirror and takes all of me in. I raise an eyebrow, nodding for him to undress too.
“Beau, I love you, but please. Don’t make me keep standing.”
With a grin, he pulls his pants and shirt off and then steps up behind, leaning to the side to grab what he needs.
He lines the mattress with pillows, pressing me into the bed softly, with my hips pulled out so my ass and pussy are on display. His fingers slide down my wet lips, and we both groan.
“I’m going to miss this. Seeing your belly all swollen and your cunt drenched beyond belief.”
I huff out a laugh. “You’re already planning to get me pregnant again, aren’t you?”
Beau steps closer, lining his cock up to my entrance and grabbing what’s left of my waist before pushing in. “You fucking bet I am. I can’t fucking wait for the day the doctors clear us to start trying again.”
My eyes roll back as he buries himself to the hilt, the stretch of his cock stealing a part of my sanity every time. I rock back, wanting him to start moving already.
He chuckles, ignoring my plea. His hands roam over the sides of my belly, and he kisses my shoulder.
“How you feeling? Comfortable?”
I nod, lifting my head to look up at him through the mirror, and he smiles. He moves to cup my breasts, kneading my flesh gently as his cock throbs once inside me.
“Fuck, I love seeing you like this. I’d give anything to go back and at least give you my number.”
Turning my head, I kiss his forearm. “You’re here now. That’s all that matters. And you’ve been here every step of the way. We get to watch Theo be a big brother.”
Beau hums, his hands slithering back to my ass and squeezing my cheeks. “You’re right. And I’ll be there every moment going forward when we fill this house with more children.”
By the time I roll my eyes, he pulls out and slams back forward. It’s not as rough as it could be, since he’s still conscious of me being pregnant, but it’s enough to jostle me farther into the bed with a moan. He grips onto my hips, pounding into me. His balls sway back and forth, smacking into my swollen clit, and I hate how much it actually turns me on to feel it.
He leans over me, one hand curling around my neck, and he grunts.
