Page 51 of Wait for the Dream

“So ready, Mr. Baker.” She responds before turning to our family and friends and grabbing our daughter from Maggy.

Bailey

10 weeks postpartum

Hours after our “I do’s” we quickly change out of our wedding clothes, into something a bit more comfortable, before climbing in Aiden’s Jeep. Momma and Pop volunteered to watch Rowan for the night, so Aiden and I could have our wedding night to ourselves. We made Momma and Pop promise to call us if they need anything from us.

The tension in the car on the drive to the hotel is almost unbearable. I have been ready for this part of the night the entire time we danced and ate with our friends. In the weeks since we brought the baby home, Aiden and I haven’t had the time or energy for anything. Being a parent is a full time job, and I am more than ready to ravage my husband then get our first full nights sleep in two weeks.

The moment the door to the hotel clicks shut he’s crashing his mouth to mine. He grabs my ass and lifts me up. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. Aiden spins us around and presses me against the hotel room door. Our kisses are frantic, tongues dancing, teeth nipping, hands roaming anywhere they can find even the smallest bit of skin.

I starts to rock my hips against the hard length of his cock. He grab me by the ass and carries me to the bed in the middle of the hotel room.

I’m tossed onto the bed, landing with a small oomph. Aiden steps back and just stares at me, “God, you’re so beautiful.” It’s more of a breath than words, “Are you ready wife?” He asks, grabbing the neck of his shirt and tearing it over his head. He pushes his sweatpants and briefs down, and just stands there. I take in the sight of my husband, dick standing at attention, a little drop of precum leaking out of the tip. He’s magnificent, and I still have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming, even after all this time.

I sit up and pull my shirt over my head before lifting my hips so I can maneuver out of the biker shorts I put on. Leaving me in the white lace thong and bra set I purchased just for today.

“Did you wear this for me?” He asks, crawling up and taking a nipple into his mouth through the fabric.

A loud moan tears from my mouth as he continues to suck and nip at my nipples. Giving both of them equal attention.

He looks up at me, raising an eyebrow. I think he asked me a question, but I can barely remember my name with the pleasure he is giving my body right now, so I sure as hell can’t remember what he asked me, “Did you wear this for me, Blue?”

“Yes,” I moan when he nips my neck, wanting an answer. “Aiden, I need you. Please.” I push my hips toward him seeking the friction my body desperately needs.

“Patience Blue. I’m going to take my time with you tonight,” He says. “I plan to make you come at least twice before I even think of giving you my cock.”

Kissing his way up my neck. His hand begins a path down my belly toward where I want him most. I reach for his dick with one hand, but he captures it and lifts it above my head, he grabs the other and holds both my wrists in one hand while using the other continues its journey to my pussy.

“When I put my hand into that sad excuse for underwear, are you going to be wet for me?” He growls.

“God, yes.” I breathe. He slips his hand into my thong and I just know it’s immediately covered in the evidence of my arousal. He pushes two fingers into my aching pussy and work them in and out in a steady rhythm, using his thumb to circle my clit, applying enough pressure to drive me mad, but not enough to make me come. “Please, Bear. I need more. I need to come.”

“You’re so pretty when you beg, wife.” He begins to move his fingers faster, and apply more pressure. I can feel my orgasm building with every thrust of his fingers, every circle of his thumb. I am in heaven, the pleasure is almost too much to handle, and as I fall over the edge I scream my husband’s name.

He doesn’t give me time to catch my breath before he’s kissing his way down my body. As soon as he is settled between my thighs, he grabs onto the white thong and tear them from my body.

“Aiden, those were expensive!” I gasp, propping myself up on my elbows to look down at him.

“I don’t care how much they cost, I will buy you as many pairs as you want,” Without another word he takes my still sensitive clit into his mouth and sucks hard. I cry out, and flop back onto the bed. My hands immediately going into his hair, holding onto his curls. I’m sure it’s painful, but I’m past the point of coherent as he devours my pussy like a starved man. He licks and sucks my clit before I feel his tongue fucking me. I moan and arch my back, pleasure coursing through my body like nothing I’ve ever experienced. When he swipes his tongue over my clit, and scrapes his teeth over it. When he sucks my clit into his mouth and swirls his tongue over it, I explode. The most intense orgasm of my life overtakes me, and stars dance around my vision.

He climbs up my body and hovers over me, “Do I need to get a condom? We haven’t had a chance to talk about birth control since Rowan’s was born. I brought some just in case.”

“No, the gave me the birth control shot at my appointment, so we should be good as long as I go back every three months” I tell him, reaching to line him up at my entrance. He slowly slides into me for the first time in two months. There is a small bit of pain as he pushes in for the first time, my body becoming reacquainted with his, but once I’ve adjusted, he feels so good stretching me out.

He starts a slow, torturous pace, “God, you feel so good. I love you so much Bailey.” Moving in and out of me like he’s savoring this moment, and maybe he is. I am too. We aren’t fucking, we aren’t having sex, we are making love. Husband and wife, finally. Coming together, just like we were always meant to. Making both of our dreams come true.

There are no words spoken after that, the room fills with the sound of skin slapping skin, moans and whimpers. We meet each other with every thrust, and when he reaches between us to toy with my clit, his eyes silently pleading with me to get there, I fall over the edge for the third time that night. Aiden’s movements become erratic as he comes deep inside me. He collapses on top of me, and slowly removes his body from mine.

“Give me ten minutes and we will do that again in the shower,” He says in between breaths.

We lay there catching our breath, and when our hearts and breathing have both calmed down we get up and he fulfills the promise of a repeat performance in the shower. After we are both clean we crawl into bed sated and exhausted. We fall into a deep sleep snuggled close to each other.

I am pulling things out of the suitcase I have yet to unpack from our night in the hotel a few days ago. The guys left this morning to put the furniture together and paint the nursery for Rowan. We have a week and a half before we have to head back to campus, and I feel a little bit overwhelmed by the amount of stuff I need to accomplish in that time. Laundry is on my list today, hence finally unpacking the bag.

My phone offers the perfect distraction when it rings on the bed next to me. I pick it up expecting it to be Aiden calling to check in, but instead I see it’s my lawyer’s office. “This is Bailey,” I say as I put the phone on speaker so I don’t have to hold it.

“Bailey, this is Gavin over at Smith and Williams, how are you?” The family lawyer I’ve been working with greets me. He really is a nice man, and has helped me make all the stuff with Rowan so easy.