She threads her fingers over mine, then reaches lower to guide my engorged head inside her scalding heat.
We both groan as I push deeper.
Then I pause as a delicious shiver runs through me. Letting my fingers play over her swollen clit, her inner walls spasm around me with every flick.
Fuck, I barely have to move. Instead I work her body steadily, kissing and nibbling her throat, stroking her, and rolling my hips in a churning figure eight until a low moan starts to slip from her parted lips.
But I can’t hold back. Shifting onto my elbow, my knee follows hers to spread her wider so I can sink my full length into her quivering depths.
Her panting whine rises as she turns her flushed face into her pillow, biting at the cotton with the first crashing waves ripple through her.
“That’s it. Come for me, baby,” I grunt, pushing into her clamping pussy as my own climax teeters on the edge of release.
“Ollie!” she cries, her fingers squeezing my wrist just as tightly as her body strangles my cock. Her needy inner muscles pulse around me, milking me for every drop.
I needed her more than I realized. To feel her shatter in passion, not in grief.
This is the first time I’ve felt human since the wedding. Like I can reclaim my life. That I can overcome the pain and the frustration to hold my wife in love and give her the escape I know she’s been craving as well.
I don’t want to pull out. I want to savor this. It’s been a tantalizing lure for so long. Not just the orgasm, but the intimacy that we both desperately needed.
“I love you, Sophia,” I choke, framing her body with mine. “I want to bubble wrap you so you’re never hurt again.”
The pain I saw in her eyes last night will always haunt me. She had to suffer alone, through the fear and the unknown, yet she stood by my side the entire time.
Unwavering.
She has a ribbon of steel in her veins. I wish I was half as strong as she is.
I just know that if the roles had been reversed, I would have lashed out, taken on the world in anger and frustration.
“I love you too,” she whispers, tightening her fingers over mine until our rings touch. “Can we just stay like this?”
I nuzzle the nape of her neck, breathing her in. “Anything for you, princess.”
I’m not sure why I’m nervous. It’s not like I haven’t been in a hospital for almost the last month.
But this time we’re back in the ultrasound room, watching the blurry black and white images flickering across the screen.
“There’s the nose. Oh, look! A hand!” the lady running the machine exclaims.
I can see everything clearer this time. That’s mybabyon the display.
Sophia squeezes my fingers, yet her focus never shifts away from the images.
“Let’s see if your little one is going to cooperate today.” The tech purses her lips as she moves the wand over Sophia’s lower belly. “You’re sure you want to know now? A lot of parents are opting for reveal parties.”
“We’ve had enough surprises,” Sophia says flatly. “We want to know.”
The woman’s brows raise, but she nods. Her hand clicks on the mouse, freezing the picture. “That right there, is a penis.” She points with a smile. “Congratulations, you’re having a boy.”
Sophia glances at me with tears. “I’ll have a mini-you. I love that so much.”
Her dad once told me the best thing in the world is having kids because it’s a way to have some of the person you love out into the world.
I get it. Our baby will have a piece of her too.
“I wonder what Val’s having?” Sophia muses as we’re heading to my new work truck.
