“I know.” I kissed her again. “Fuck, baby.”
We made out some more, my hands all over her body until I kissed my way down her throat and across her breasts.
I stopped at her belly and swallowed hard.
“I love you, too, my little peanut,” I murmured to our unborn baby nestled gently inside her. “I will take care of you always.” I placed a soft kiss where I knew our baby was growing before I went lower and ran my tongue up her pussy.
I groaned. Fuck, it had been way too long.
I dove in, eating her amid her soft moans, her fingers tangled in my hair.
Her thighs clamped around my head as her back arched off the bed, her orgasm overtaking her as I sucked her clit.
“Oh god. Cole,” she cried out. “Fuck. Oh my god.”
I finished her off and came up grinning like a maniac, my lips and chin wet from her release.
“You come so prettily,” I murmured, kissing her again.
“Mm,” she moaned, jutting her hips up to meet my cock.
“You want me, baby?”
“Please.”
I chuckled softly before taking hold of my dick and guiding it into her pussy.
“Your wish is my command.” I let out a groan as I filled her. It was really her nails in my back that made it that much more satisfying as I sank deep into her body.
Typically, I’d take my girl to Poundtown, but I wanted this to be slow.
So I kissed her sweetly, slowly moving in and out of her.
“You’re making love to me,” she murmured as I stared down, completely head over heels for her.
“I am,” I replied softly. “I love you, Rosebud. You’re everything to me.”
She smiled and pulled me closer. “I love you, too.”
And that was it.
I continued working her pussy over until she was coming for me. Just me and her.
I’d never experienced anything so fucking perfect in my life.
I woketo Rosalie naked and asleep in my arms. I grinned like a fool, deciding I needed to make her breakfast before I buried myself in her again.
Gently, I got out of bed, pulled on a pair of boxers and pajama bottoms, and went downstairs to find Enzo already in the kitchen with E. Laz sat at the kitchen island.
“Hey, bud,” I greeted him.
He said nothing, his green eyes focused on me. I didn’t like this silence shit. E said he booked a therapist for it, but I wasn’t seeing much in the way of improvement.
“Sounded like you had a good night,” E said, smirking at me.
“The best night of my life,” I replied, grinning. I went to the fridge and frowned. “We have… nothing.”
“We have yogurt and an egg,” E said.
