He’d been more relaxed and confident here than ever. Catering to every want or need she had, including a massage when they landed along with a visit to a nearby buffet.
“Everything.” She glanced down at her stomach. “This. Us. The baby. What if we don’t know what we’re doing?”
Mozzi huffed quietly. “We definitely don’t know what we’re doing.”
“Great, that’s comforting,” she muttered, laughing.
“But,” he added, pulling her closer, “we’re not doing it alone.”
That steadied her insecurities as his hand slid over hers where it now rested on her stomach. Iara shifted faintly beneath their touch, lighting up both of their faces. Coast caught her breath while Mozzi’s entire expression changed.
“That’s real,” he said under his breath.
“As real as it gets,” Coast whispered.
Mozzi leaned down, pressing a slow kiss to her forehead before placing another on her lips. It was soft, intentional. For a moment, nothing existed. Not their pasts or the chaos waiting for them back home. Neither was distracted or rushed, justpresent. Coast melted in his embrace as their tongues did a slow dance. When they parted, she rested her forehead against his.
“We’re really doing this?”
“Hell yeah. No takebacks,” he murmured against her lips before sealing them in another kiss.
“So, the honeymoon technically begins now, right?” she purred.
“Most definitely.” Mozzi scooped her off her feet into his arms bridal style.
“Oh, my God! Moses you better not drop my fat ass!” Coast hung onto his shoulder, and he looked into her eyes.
“Never,” he promised, carrying her across the sand to the path leading to the back patio of the villa they’d rented.
The master suite was secluded from the rest of the house. When they reached the ajar door, Coast gasped. Candles were lit on the dresser and night tables on each side of the California King canopy style, four post bed. Rose petals in pink and white created a path to where a big heart was shaped over the mattress. Mozzi lowered her to her feet, and Coast faced the beautiful display in front of her. Stepping forward, he pecked her shoulder and rested his arms around her again.
“This is beautiful.” She breathed.
“Come on.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her along to the separate bathroom.
The faint cashmere and vanilla aroma from the bubbles and bath oils he used in the tub slapped her in the face. There was a bottle of red wine and two glasses beside a tray of chocolate dipped strawberries as well.
“I talked to the doctor. She said one glass of wine would be fine, but that’s up to you to partake in. As you can see, there is some sparkling juice too.”
He stepped forward, helping her out of her gown by pulling it gently over her head. When his fingertips brushed against herbare flesh, a flood of goosebumps emerged on her arms. A few sips of the wine was all it took for her body to relax along with her racing mind. Submerging herself in the hot water, Coast eased back and rested her head against the porcelain tub. Mozzi grabbed a strawberry and brought it to her lips. The sexy moan she elicited made his dick stretch. He stood to free himself from his shorts and join her on the opposite side of the large tub.
“This has been perfect.” Coast flashed a lazy smile, and Mozzi sparked a blunt then rested both arms along the side.
“You deserve it, and then some.” After a few pulls, he choked and coughed before putting the blunt out in the ashtray next to him.
“You deserve it, too,” Coast told him.
Mozzi studied the wedding band on his hand, amazed. He never pictured himself married, but now he couldn’t picture his life without her in it. After washing each other up, the pair brushed their teeth and did their facial routines. Coast remained in nothing but a silk robe tied around her and Mozzi with just a fluffy towel. She’d had half a glass of wine, and it felt like ten. Seated on the edge of the bed, she moisturized with her favorite body butter when he emerged looking good enough to eat.
“What you want to do? You hungry?” Mozzi queried, stopping at the foot of the bed and easing himself between her thick thighs.
“Starving.” She bit into her bottom lip and salivated over his semi hard dick poking through his towel.
Simpering, Mozzi grabbed one of her thighs and raised his hands to lower the robe off her shoulders. Even at nearly nine months pregnant, she was the prettiest, softest thing he’d ever seen. Her nipples stared back at him, erect, begging to be sucked on. Creeping on the bed between her legs, Mozzi cupped one of her breasts and took it into his mouth. Circling the nipple with his tongue a few times sent her head dipping back.
Mozzi ran his hand across her belly and gently eased her onto her back. He kissed along her stomach to her thighs, then the inner part surrounding her glistening bud. Tasting her was a privilege, but tonight he was ready to go beyond that. His tongue swept over her sweet spot, and another hungry moan eased out of her. Mozzi’s tongue swirled, making her wetter, before dipping inside her and latching onto her pearl. He sucked and flicked with ease, sending Coast into an orgasm within a few minutes. The warm gush on his tongue only made him devour her more until he was buried between her legs.
“Shit!” Coast hissed, stars sparkling above her as a tear slipped from her eyes.
