“Still wouldn’t hurt the baby. Sophia may want a nap afterward, but a healthy, evenvigorous, sex life won’t hurt the baby in a normal pregnancy. There are very few circumstances where we have to worry about that–previous preterm labor, if she had a cervical mesh inserted, or other similar known medical issues.”
Dominic releases an audible sigh of relief and reaches to take my hand in his. Love shines in his eyes and I give just as much love back to him.
“It’s still too early to hear the baby’s heartbeat with the fetal Doppler,” Dr. Perry says as she stands. “As of now, everything looks normal except your weight loss. We have to turn that around immediately. Major organs are forming now and the baby needs all the nutrients he or she can get.
“Take your medication, eat smaller but more frequent meals, and keep something on your stomach at all times. Many women have found that if they let their stomach get completely empty, the sickness is much worse. Keep crackers beside your bed and nibble on them before you even lift your head from the pillow. You should see major improvements soon.”
“Thank you, Dr. Perry,” Dominic says sincerely as he shakes her hand, clasping her one hand with both of his.
I have a feeling that my loving, possessive, protective Dom is about to amp it up to the one-thousandth degree.
After makingseveral phone calls when we left the doctor’s office, he has managed to haveallof his work and my work delivered to the lake house. Christine has stocked the kitchen with every type of food the grocery store carries. Dana has bought multiple pairs of comfortable, but stylish, pajamas so the baby and I will always be well taken care of.
“When does it say to take your medication?” he asks.
“Every twelve hours as needed for nausea and vomiting.”
“Are you nauseous?” he asks, eyeing me speculatively.
“Not at the moment. I actually feel pretty good for a change. You did hear that she said a healthy, vigorous sex life is still okay, right?”
He smirks, such a sexy grin, “Oh, I heard her, Miss Vasco. Just wait until I get you home.”
“Thank you, Dominic,” I say. My tone reflects my seriousness as my overwhelming gratitude overcomes me. Pregnancy hormones or not, his nurturing side astounds me.
“For what?” he asks, clearly puzzled.
“Everything,” I say simply. “You’ve given me so much without asking for much at all in return. I was broken when I came to you. I’d lost my true self and you helped me find it again. It may be hard to believe, but I wasn’t always so dependent on others. Somehow, I made it through college, internships, and even thriving in a very demanding position at work, but I let Harrison push every self-destruct button I have.
“The only thing I don’t regret about meeting him is that he sent me to you. I’ve told you many times that I don’t deserve you, but I can never let you go now. I mean that with all my heart, Dominic. Even when we were apart, I picked myself up and carried on because I had to. It wasn’t easy, but I found some of the strength I lost somewhere along the way. That’s because of you.”
He smiles warmly at me and shakes his head. “That’s where you’re wrong, Sophia. Submitting to someone else, allowing them to decide what they do to you, and surrendering your complete trust in such a beautiful act of faith–thatis strength. You’ve always had it. You may have misplaced it for a short time, but it’s always been there.”
Leaning over the center console, I gently stroke his face before placing soft kisses along his jawline. Continuing up to his ear, I gently take his earlobe in my mouth, lick around the edge, and pull it between my teeth and lips. Dominic groans and moves his hand to my leg. Darting my tongue out, I lick down the path from his ear to his collarbone. “You taste so good, Dom,” I murmur against his skin.
The growl that rumbles through his chest sets me on fire. Sliding my hands down his chest, I skim my fingertips over the ripples in his abdominal muscles and rub my palm across the bulge in his pants. Deftly unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, my hand wraps around him and I begin stroking him up and down.
Dropping my head into his lap, I take the mushroom shaped tip into my mouth and he moves his hand to the back of my head. As I circle my tongue around the tip of his cock, I’m feeling playful, so I tease him with my mouth. Fully opening my mouth, I lower my head slightly but refuse to take him in fully just yet. Raising my head again, I pay more attention to the underside, flattening my tongue against him from tip to base.
His fingers grip my hair and he pants, “Baby.” His pleasure-filled tone spurs me on further. Licking my way back to the top, I wrap my lips around him and spiritedly pleasure him. My hand and mouth work in tandem, his hips jerk upward and his grip on my hair tightens in response. Taking him as far in my mouth as I can, I relax my throat muscles and allow him to hit the back of my throat. Moaning, I feel the ripples crash through him as his body stiffens.
“Fuck, Sophia,” he says between clinched teeth.
Swallowing, so that the muscles constrict around him, I lightly shake my head from side to side. This earns me another growl of praise. “Holy shit, Sophia!” He sucks in a sharp breath and holds it in. I keep working him, my warm, wet mouth taking his length and girth as much as possible. His one hand that’s still on the steering wheel is fully extended, his knuckles are white from his tight grip, and his hand in my hair is slightly tugging on it.
“Fuck, it’s hard to focus on the road with your mouth on me,” he praises.
Increasing the speed and pressure, my head bobs up and down in his lap until he says, through gasps, “I’m…about…to,” before he’s unable to hold back any longer. His release shoots into my mouth and bathing it in his warm, salty taste. I keep going until I’m positive I’ve taken all he has to offer and lick up every last drop. His entire body instantly relaxes as he melts back into his seat.
When I raise my head up, he looks at me with both surprise and adoration. “What was that for?”
I smile at him and respond, “You just tasted too good for me to stop.”
He quirks one eyebrow at me and gives me his sexy smirk. “I know exactly what you mean and I’ll show you as soon as we get home,” he promises
Tingles run through my body at the thought of what’s in store for me. “You need to hurry and get us back home then.”
When we walk through the door, I immediately know that our afternoon delight will have to wait a little longer. Tucker and Shadow are at the kitchen table, deep in conversation. Their brows are drawn down and the air in the room is crackling with testosterone. Dominic senses it, too, because his stance immediately changes as he shields me with his body.
