A beautiful white dove sails right past me as I finish my coffee, then I go back inside and sprawl across the bed. Nate emerges from the shower wearing nothing but a towel. With his sculpted shoulders and seductive look in his warm, brown eyes, I think he’s even sexier than the day we met.
"The windows are open." His eyebrow lifts. "What if someone sees my wife looking so delicious?"
I glance outside. The only windows that could possibly see into ours are from farmhouses at least a mile and a half away. "If they have binoculars that are high-powered enough, good for them," I laugh.
He yanks the gauzy curtain across the window. “Not a chance I’ll ever take.”
I love when Nate gets possessive like that, although I can't always tell if he's joking when he tells me the waiter's eyes havebeen glued to me since we walked in. He loves having a hot young wife. Me, I love having a rugged mountain man.
I untie my robe, flipping it open. "Oh no." My eyelashes flutter. “Am I not allowed to go sightseeing naked around here?"
The front of Nate's towel is already tenting. He tears it off and throws it over a chair, giving me a moment to admire his sexy, tanned body, and the massive, thick erection that’s already pointing my way.
Then his gaze snaps to a green plastic bottle on the bedside table. "What's that?"
I grin, squirming out of the robe. "Ummm…prenatal vitamins?"
He freezes, eyes wide. I stopped taking the pill four months ago, and Nate has been anxiously awaiting news without ever saying anything.
My hands fly up. "Nothing’s certain yet. I just had a feeling. Although…" I grin from ear to ear. "I'm now officially five days late."
Nate blinks twice, then dives on top of me, his huge muscular body covering mine. His kiss is passionate, almost manic. "I love you so much," he groans, his hand gently cupping my pussy before slipping a finger inside. "Especially when you're so wet for me."
"I love you too…Daddy-to-be. Maybe."
I expect him to laugh, but he just nibbles along my neck and collarbone as he caresses my breasts while shifting my body into position.
He strokes the head of his cock against my clit until I'm quivering with anticipation. Then he slides into my eager pussy, bringing my knees up to plunge as deep as he can.
"My hot, sexy wife," he murmurs, staring at where his length is thrusting firmly into me.
Nate has always loved capturing my body with his. I love it, too. Feeling desired. Taken. But also, loved beyond belief.
He rolls me onto my side, and as we adjust our bodies he slips his thumb between us to grind against my clit. The friction is a bit too much for this early hour of the morning. My nervous system slams into overdrive as I latch my mouth to his. The soft bed does half the work, bouncing us back and forth as he pounds into me deeply, his length swelling even more inside me.
“Are you going to wear that cute green sundress for me today?" he rasps.
"You mean the one you nearly tore off me four days ago?"
"Yeah. Your legs look incredible in that little skirt," he growls, using his strong thighs to keep grinding deeper and harder. "Every single man in town who sees you walking around in that wishes he were balls deep inside you. Then they see me, and back off. The man who doesn't deserve you but is going to be with you forever anyway."
We've had endless playful arguments about which of us deserves the other more, and the ridiculous reasons why or why not. This time I simply smack his ass. "How about we say that we deserve each other. Especially if you move your thumb just a hair to the left."
He does so, the angle hitting perfectly, sending my heart rate skyrocketing.
"I love when my sweet innocent girl gets all flushed." He kisses along my cheekbone. "The freshly fucked look suits you, baby."
His hips and thighs tense, right behind me as I begin to tremble. "That's it," he grits out, jaw tight, eyes locked on mine. "Come for me, my love. Let me feel you come."
The climax crashes through me, first my pussy where he's pounding me so hard, then my heart. Shaking and panting, Iclutch his body against mine as he speeds up, thrusting savagely as he growls through his own orgasm.
"So hot," he murmurs, collapsing back against the bed as our bodies slowly disengage.
“You're even hotter." My hand glides over his rippled abs.
His hand lands on my stomach. "How soon can we check, do you think?"
"Not quite yet. Maybe when we get home?"
