“That sounds perfect.”
I should have broached the subject of our future family endeavors with her, but part of me wanted to eat our meal in peace because I wasn’t sure how that conversation might turn out. I hated that I had begun to doubt my wife lately. That wasn’t us. It felt like something had rocked our foundation and if I asked the wrong question, it might all come falling down in a pile of rubble that no longer resembled the castle we built together.
After we ate and got everything cleaned up, I took Vi’s hand and guided her upstairs to our master suite. Once we were inside, I pulled her close and raised her hands above her head.
“Leave them.” It was an order, but one she was all too willing to comply with. I ran my fingers up from her hips to the underneath of her shirt and then continued to ghost across her skin as I slowly pulled her shirt up and over her head. I felt her shiver beneath my fingertips as gooseflesh erupted in the wake of my touch.
“Always so beautiful, sweets.” I tossed her shirt to the floor and gently pulled her arms down to her sides. “Keep them there,” I stated and locked eyes with hers. My wife was a beautiful woman. She had mahogany-colored hair that was so thick you couldn’t even see her scalp when she tried to part it. I always loved her thick luscious hair. I pulled it back off her shoulders and bound it into one of my fists as I traced my fingers over her shoulder and down her arm. Violet shivered again as her unusual purple-blue eyes stayed locked on my face.
“I always love the way you look at me.”
“How do I look at you, sweets?”
“Like I’m your everything.”
“You are,” I reminded her as my free hand trailed back behind her shoulders to find the clasp of her bra. “I’m always mesmerized by your body. This silky, golden skin. Those stormy eyes of yours that look at me with so much love,” I whispered against her neck as I leaned in to pinch just so on the bra clasps to make them fall free. Her hair slid to curtain around her back and arms as I let go and moved to pull each of her bra straps past her shoulders so that gravity would do the rest of the work for me. As the garment fell to the floor, I trailed my fingers teasingly over her stiffened, rosy nipples and leaned in to give a playful nip to each.
Violet reached up to grab hold of my hair, but I popped her hand and then grabbed both and put them back down by her sides.
“Now, now, now, sweets, you know the rules. Those hands stay where I put them or we do this the not so fun way.”
“Okay.” Her answer came on a whimper as I sucked her nipple into my mouth and tugged gently with my teeth.
“God, Ridge!” she hissed as her chest thrust out further in an effort to encourage me to continue. My beautiful wife couldn’t help herself. If she couldn’t use her hands, she would use her whole body to try to get me to do her bidding. Normally, I would relent and give her exactly what she wanted. There was a part of me that wanted to punish her for not being as available to me over the past couple months as she usually was. I made a noise in the back of my throat and pulled away as she frowned at me.
“Slide,” I ordered as I tapped her left thigh, and dropped to my knees. Violet complied readily and slid her foot out further so that she stood with her feet planted a little more than shoulder width apart. I unbuttoned her pants, pulled the zipper, and tugged until the material came down enough that I knew we would have to wiggle it a bit to get the waistline past my wife’s plump ass. She was trim thanks to working out, but she had inherited one hell of an ass from her mother. She had the tits to balance things out. Neither were over the top in size, as it was all proportionate to the rest of her body. My wife rocked that curvy, hourglass figure pinup models used to have before too-skinny became the go-to for the fashion industry.
“Perfect.” I kissed just beneath her bellybutton.
“You won’t be saying that after I have a baby.” That admission gave me pause. Maybe that was why she hadn’t seemed as enthusiastic about trying for a baby with me the past couple months.
“Sweets,” I glanced up and locked eyes with her as I traced my fingers all over her mostly flat stomach. “Any changes that take place here because you carried our child will be magnificent. If you get little lines,” I ran my fingers from her bellybutton down to the edge of her panties, “then they would be a reminder of how you offered me your body, grew our baby, and turned us from a couple into a family. They would be the roadmap of our love for one another and any child we are inevitably blessed with. Nothing in the world could be sexier than seeing the reminder of the greatest gift you give someone.”
“Ridge,” her voice was clogged with emotion. She trailed a finger down my cheek and then traced my lips. I didn’t bother to scold her for moving again. My wife needed to feel the truth of the words on my lips.
“You will always be the most beautiful woman in the world to me, Vi. Only you. Whether you’re this size, full of our baby in your belly, or pleasantly plump and going gray one day…” I grinned up at her. “I can’t wait until your hair turns silver and makes you look like a mystical goddess in conjunction with those purple eyes. No matter what, I will always be your biggest fan.”
I reached up and swiped away a tear that had fallen from her eyes. Those amethyst orbs swam with more unshed moisture as I kissed her belly again and then slid her panties down to land at her feet with her pants.
“Lift,” I tapped her left ankle, and she immediately did as I asked. Once her shoe and sock were removed, I slid her foot free of the pant leg and panties and then gently placed her foot back down on the ground before I repeated my actions on the other side.
After Violet was stripped bare before me, I stood and pulled her into my body. I looked down into her eyes and smiled. “I will love you in every incarnation along our journey. Whatever happens to this body is part of our story together.”
“How did I get so lucky?” she whispered as I leaned down and kissed her senseless.
Chapter 5
Violet
My husband was the best man I’d ever known. He made me wish that I’d come into our relationship as a virgin, so that he would have been the only man to touch me. The doubts that ran amuck in my head were put there by my previous relationships. My boyfriend before Ridge had made it known more than once when he felt I had gained too much weight. He would tell me that if my ass got any bigger, he would have to go out and find someone else to satisfy him. As he so crudely put it, he needed a woman who didn’t jiggle when he pumped into her.
After being with a man like my ex, even for a short while, it filled my heart up with so much joy and love to have my husband tell me all the ways he worshipped my body, and how he couldn’t wait to continue to do so as it changed with time.
There was no bigger turn on than to have a man tell you that there was absolutely nothing wrong with you, and that life and circumstances wouldn’t change that. My heart melted, pussy dripped, and if we didn’t get away from the sappy stuff, my nose would probably make it all very ugly. So, I took charge.
“My turn!” I declared with a little growl to my voice as I pushed my husband away. Despite the fact that I couldn’t move him if he didn’t want me to, Ridge played along and took a step back as he grinned down at me.
“Your turn, huh?”
