I jerk at the otherworldly sensation, at how amazing it feels to have his tongue touching such an intimate part of me. But Bronco just puts a hand on my stomach, applying the slightest pressure to still me. “Let me taste you.”
He growls and grunts as he consumes me, pushing me higher and higher. I try to call out, to warn him that I’m about to come. But he doesn’t stop.
“Come for me,” he demands, sucking my swollen nub between his lips.
His commands, the noises he’s making, the way he’s holding me with the slightest pressure, everything about this moment feels sacred and precious. Then he swirls his tongue around my clit, and I detonate right there. Wave after wave of pleasure pulls me under, and I scream his name in bliss.
When it’s over, my taut body relaxes, and he crawls up the mattress to join me. I realize belatedly that he’s fully naked now, and I wish I hadn’t missed that. He lies down on his side, facing me. “You make me feel so good.”
“It’s my fuckin’ job as your husband.” He reaches for my leg and hooks it over his hip. The position opens me up, and he scoots closer. His cock nudges my slick folds. We both groan at the contact. “You’re going to come for me.”
“I don’t know if I can,” I whisper the words even though I’m already on edge again. My breath comes in tiny pants, and my skin prickles with the awareness of an impending release.
He slips his cock into my wet channel, pausing to give me a second to adjust to his size. But it only takes a few seconds for the familiar feeling of fullness to settle over me. I love the way he’s so big when he’s inside of me.
I squeeze him tighter, wanting to give him every ounce of pleasure that I can. “Make love to me.”
He begins a slow rhythm, easing in and out of my body. He plays with my clit each time he pulls out, winding me tighter and tighter.
“Come for me now, wife,” he whispers just as he pinches the swollen nub.
My pussy flutters around him, strangling his cock as I come in a rush of ecstasy so blinding that the whole world fades. There’s only me and Bronco and the incredible pleasure he’s giving me. I feel the moment his release starts. His hot come fills me, making me feel like everything is right in the world.
He collapses next to me on the bed and cradles me for long moments. I don’t know how long we stay wrapped up in each other. I think I may have dozed off because at one point, I wake up to him carrying me into the bathroom.
He sets me gently on the counter. He adjusts the shower water to warm then crosses the floor, giving me a happy look. I love this soft side of him. The one no one else but me gets to see.
“I love you so much,” he says as he gathers me in his arms.
I burst into tears.
Bronco doesn’t even look alarmed. He just pulls me tighter against his bare chest. This is the third time this week that I’ve had an emotional outburst, and each time Bronco hasn’t said a word. He’s only comforted me then later, he brings me ice cream or chocolate.
“Is everything okay with you?” he asks this time, his voice a deep rumble.
The tears have finally stopped and now I’m just a sniffling mess. He takes a tissue and helps me blow my nose, hovering over me like I might start crying again.
“I’m just so happy, and I was going to wait until later to tell you about this surprise, but I can’t wait a minute more.”
“What is it?” he asks, brow furrowing together.
“I’m pregnant,” I blurt out. We’ve talked about babies. We’ve agreed we’re going to have a huge family, but we never said when we would start trying. It just seemed like it was something that would happen in its own time.
I watch all the emotions flicker across his face—delight and shock and happiness. So much happiness.
“We’re pregnant?” he repeats, pressing a hand to my bare belly.
I nod. “The doctor thinks we’re about six weeks along.”
He crushes me against his chest and peppers me with kisses before we take a warm shower together. He takes his time washing me slowly. We keep exchanging little glances like we have the best secret in the world.
Afterwards, he helps me get dressed and gives me a grin. “See, just as I left you.”
“Except my hair and makeup aren’t fixed yet,” I tell him as the doorbell rings. I send him a glare and go to answer it, but he grabs my hand.
“The mother of my child always looks beautiful.”
I blush and melt. Yep, this is why I married this big, crazy cowboy. Because he always says the sweetest things to me.
