I tear off my jacket and tie, discarding them on the floor. I know Maura dripped paint there already, but I’m beyond caring. I just want to feel my wife’s bare skin against mine.
“Take off your clothes, wife,” I growl. “I don’t want to wait any longer than I have to.”
Her hands tremble with excitement as she undoes the buttons on her linen maxi dress. The second I’m fully undressed, my hands are back on her body, roaming over her back, her ass, her thighs.
“So beautiful, Maura. You’re so goddamn gorgeous.”
“Even now?” she breathes, and I know she means with all the fatigue and hormonal changes. She’s been complaining about paleness and acne and dark circles under her eyes. Trying eight different hair masks to try to get the shine back into her bright copper hair.
“Fuck, especially now.” I grab her by the waist, lifting her slightly to perch on the end of a nearby work table. “You’re carrying our baby.” I sink down to my knees, my hands pulling her thighs over my shoulders. “There couldn’t possibly be anything more incredible than that.”
“It’sIt’s exhausting,” she breathes, but there's no real annoyance or frustration in it.
“I know, baby.” I press a kiss to her inner thigh. “But you’re doing so good. And knowing you’re walking around with my child inside you does something primal to me. Makes me want to fuck you against every surface in this apartment until you can't walk.”
“That sounds like a threat.”
“It's a promise.”
I punctuate the statement by licking her pussy, entrance to clit. I devour her sweetness, reveling in the way she spills all over my mouth. I swear, ever since the morning sickness phase passed, this pregnancy has made her even more responsive. Her arousal trickles down my lips to my chin as I lick and lap at her.
“Don’t stop,” Maura cries. “God, James, please keep going, just like that.”
I tease her entrance with my fingertips as I suck gently on her clit. I want to fuck her, but damn if I’m not going to make her come for me first. She moans, her fingers gripping the edge of the table. They’re streaked with more paint—a paler green she must have left on the work table. She reaches for my hair, and I don’t bother stopping her. Let her paint me if she has to. I’m too hungry for her to pull away.
She lets out a strangled gasp and pulls my head harder against her core. I hollow my lips around her clit and suck while I stretch her around three fingers at once. Her nails dig into my scalp as her body stretches to accommodate the intrusion.
I pull away just for a second. “You okay?” I ask.
In answer, Maura just groans and pulls my head back to her clit. I wrap it in my lips while I drag my tongue over it. Her honey drips down my face and fingers, delicious and beyond perfect. Her thighs tremble around my face as I pump my fingers inside her. Fuck, I could die happy right here, my senses overloaded by the woman carrying my child.
“I’m close,” she warns me, her fingers tightening in my hair. “I’m almost—I’m—God, James!”
She comes against my mouth, her body contorting with pleasure as she rides me through it. I don’t stop pumping my fingers in her even as her pussy clenches them tight. I only pull away when her legs finally stop shaking and smile wickedly up at her.
“I love it when you make a mess all over my fingers and my mouth, Maura.”
“You’re a mess, too,” she says, humor making her eyes sparkle. “Paint all over your shirt and hair.”
I strip the shirt over my head. “Touch me more, then.” I step between her legs and tangle my fingers in her paint-covered ones.
There's something liberating about the mess. About letting go of my need for control, for order, for everything in its proper place. With Maura, I don't want proper. I wantthis—paint-smeared and desperate and completely undone.
Her eyes flicker down to my chest. Tentatively, she touches my pecs, tracing the edges. I grab her wrists and pull her hands down until she’s dragging paint down the ridges of my abs. With my silent permission, she touches me more purposefully. Shepaints over the ridge of my shoulders and down my biceps. I drag my lips down her neck while she reaches down the back of my trousers and grabs my ass in her hands.
“You’re beautiful,” Maura sighs. “I should paint you every day.”
My first, grumpy instinct is to tell her I have no interest in ruining a suit every day.
Then she smiles and I change my mind. Fuck the suits—I can buy more. Let her ruin everything I own. Let her cover me in paint every fucking day if it’ll make her happy.
“If that’s what you want,” I promise her before I capture her lips with mine.
Maura sighs against my mouth and wraps her arms around my neck. I fumble with my zipper, tugging it down to pull out my hard cock. I set my seeping tip at her core and press inside her. Her pussy squeezes me tight, and I look down to watch as she takes every inch of me. I’ll never get over how perfect she looks as she takes my cock.
Her paint-slick hands slide over my back as her pussy drips down my cock onto my base. I pull out long enough to make her squirm, then pound home once more. I roll my hips, plunging my cock into her over and over until Maura’s teeth dig into my neck. Her fingernails dig into my back muscles, holding on tight while I fuck her. The pain only makes the messy heat of her pussy feel more intense. It’s all too good, too perfect. It feels like my soul might burst through my skin, trying to get closer to this woman.
I gaze down at her. Her face is flushed, her pale skin streaked with green, her auburn hair hanging wild down her back. A year ago, I never could have imagined my life with this much color.
