We lie on the bed. Rosie gets comfortable on her side with a pillow propped under her head and another in front of her that she throws her leg over. She’s perfectly shaped to the bed to be comfortable and easy for me to take her from behind.
Lying behind her, she meets my gaze again because her head can twist slightly, and she captures my lips for a kiss.
My hand follows the curve of her side and over the slope of her belly. The moment I touch her clit, my cock is harder than rock.
One finger enters her, and I take note of how warm she is and the way her body has been changing. Her tits have been driving me crazy as they get bigger.
But right now, I touch her pussy for a little bit while our eyes gravitate to one another and our mouths feather.
“I love you,” I mutter and barely touch her chin.
Sliding into her with my cock, she’s snug, and her walls clench around my length as I thrust gently, just halfway, and then returning deep within her. Agonizing for us both, but we’re not going fast tonight.
“I love you,” she whispers and chases my lips.
Another pump and this time deeper. I’m cautious that she’s extra sensitive and maybe in an uncomfortable way due to our baby growing, and that’s why I’m delicate with Rosie. I show restraint when all I want to do is fill her to the hilt with one blunt thrust.
Instead, I take my time and appreciate her body. Cupping her breast, nuzzling into the curve of her neck, scraping her shoulder with my teeth until she interlaces our fingers and rests them on her belly.
Time stops, and we stay this way until we both shudder, and even then, I keep her tightly close and remain inside of her.
She hums a sound before she dozes off, and I kiss her shoulder and follow her shortly after.
This is where we’re supposed to be.
16
ROSIE
My leg is high in the air as I move through my one-legged downward dog. I can’t help but notice a pair of heavy eyes glued to me in my side view, of a man in uniform.
I huff out a sound of annoyance and give up on my pose. Standing tall, I set my hands on my hips and give Carter a pointed stare. “What?”
“I don’t think you should be doing all of this.”
Kicking the yoga mat on the living room floor, I’m exasperated and a little cranky. “We’ve gone over this. I’m fine. It’s good to keep my body limber, too. Besides, the baby loves it. Always gives a little kick when I’m relaxing after my sequences.”
Carter moseys on past me and leans down to roll up the mat. “I’m sure. But you are basically doing splits half the time and balancing on one foot.”
“Grrr,” I growl. “Will you stop being an overprotective freak? Otherwise, I might throw a few of your trolls into the snow outside.” Even if he is being so ridiculously endearing.
He chuckles at me as he sets my mat in the corner and checks that I’m not burning down the house with the candles that I’ve lit. “Except that you’ve been using them as Elf on the Shelf. I know you’ve been moving the Krampus troll.”
“No. I’m moving that because it’s creepy. The evil version of Santa needs to not be in this house.”
Carter walks to me and holds me from behind. My head falls in place against his shoulder.
We managed to keep everyone at bay at Christmas. Small family dinner one day and another the other day to cover our bases. Every single person’s gift to us was a tiny stocking for the fireplace. Nobody seemed to check with one another, so now we have six different stockings to choose from.
“I’ll start packing up the decorations when I’m back from work.” His voice spreads across my skin just below my earlobe.
“We still have New Year’s Eve. It can wait until tomorrow.” I rub his forearms resting on my stomach.
“If you’re not up when I’m back, it’s okay. You’ve been tired.”
I laugh. “I’ll be up for midnight or just wake me up. Starting a fresh new year with you is perfect.”
“You also said that about every single new moon, full moon, blue moon, and probably some other moon that I’ve never heard of,” he notes.
