“Fuuuck,” I whispered. I wanted to lean my head back, but didn’t want to break her intent gaze. She pulled her mouth away slightly, and circled the head with her tongue.
“Mmmm,” she said, licking her lips before forming her mouth in a perfect O and pushing it onto me.
Her mouth was wet and warm and she knew exactly how to use it. She moved it up and down, easing herself further down, inch by inch until I hit the back of her throat. She stayed there, running her tongue against the base before pulling her mouth off completely with a dullpopsound. It wasn’t long until she was on me again, sucking harder as her head bobbed up and down.
I suddenly grew stiff, losing control of my body as I quickly reached for her head and tangled my fingers in her hairdesperately. I shuddered as I emptied into her mouth. She closed her eyes as she swallowed every drop I poured into her, my entire body trembling with the release. When I was finished, she pulled her mouth slowly from me and ran her thumb over her slick lips.
She stood up and grabbed the tie around my neck, the fabric slipping through her fingers as she sauntered toward the bedroom. I watched her perfect ass and her hips sway from side to side, still breathless from the pleasure she had just given me. She looked over her shoulder and said, “You coming?”
I thought I just had, but I was ready to go again. I hurried after her, my pants still around my ankles, and she let out a throaty laugh, knowing she had me wrapped around her finger. I would literally do anything for this woman and it wasn’t just because she had given me the best blow job of my life just minutes ago. She was everything I never knew I needed in life. I loved this woman. I planned on showing her that as soon as I got her into bed.
We spent the next hour exploring every inch of each other, as if we had never done it before. That was the thing with Gabriella. Every time felt like the first time. The electricity between us hummed in the air, through our bodies, through our touch. It was so much that I sometimes wondered how we didn’t spontaneously combust.
As she was on her hands and knees in front of me, arching her hips up even further as I positioned myself to push into her, I couldn’t help but tell her what I was thinking as she looked over her shoulder with that perfect face.
“God, I love you,” I whispered throatily.
“I love you, too,” she said sweetly before her eyes darkened. “Now just fuck me already.”
I couldn’t help but laugh before I gave her exactly what she wanted.
The next day, tired from a long night of sex, we groggily left the office on our lunch break to head to the doctor for Gabriella’s twenty-week appointment.
“This is when I miss coffee the most,” she groaned as I helped her into my sports car and rounded toward the driver’s side.
“No one told you to go for round four…” I said, climbing into my seat and shooting her a playful smirk.
“I didn’t see you complaining,” she said, crossing her arms and raising a brow.
“Never.” I shook my head. “I would have gone for round five…”
“Who knows. Maybe tonight will be the night.” She grinned.
“Tempting, but we have dinner with your parents,” I reminded her.
She smacked her hand against her forehead. “Oh, my gosh. I almost forgot. This damn pregnancy brain.”
“I’ve got you. Don’t worry,” I reassured her.
She reached for my hand and gave it a thankful squeeze as I pulled out into city traffic. Thirty minutes later, we pulled up to the doctor’s office. My insides were buzzing knowing we were going to get another glimpse at the baby and hopefully find out if we were having a boy or a girl. It was a big day. I could tell Gabriella was a little more awake with her own anticipation as we entered the waiting room.
We didn’t have to wait long until we were walked back to the same room where Gabriella settled in on the exam table with her blouse unbuttoned and her skirt pulled under her bump.
“Looks like you’re ready to see baby,” said the nurse with a soft laugh.
“How could you tell?” asked Gabriella with a grin as she placed her hand on her stomach lovingly. She was already the best mother, and I couldn’t help but lean in and give her a kiss on her forehead.
The nurse positioned the wand over Gabriella’s stomach and began moving it around until the image on the monitor showed our baby, which was no longer a blob, but more human-like with arms and legs. I sucked in a quiet breath as I took it all in. Gabriella reached for my hand and held it tightly as she stared at the screen.
“Would you like to know if you’re having a boy or a girl?”
We both nodded in unison. It felt like my heart was in my throat.
“It’s a girl!” said the nurse, turning toward us with a big smile on her face.
Gabriella let out a choked sob as her eyes stayed on the screen. I could feel my eyes start to burn with tears. It was a girl. We were having a girl. It was both my worst nightmare and my biggest dream come true all at once. My worst nightmare only because I knew how much this little girl was going to have me wrapped around her finger, and how ferociously protective I was of her already.
Gabriella looked up at me, noting the tears in my eyes, reached up to cradle my cheek with her palm.
