All mine.
When my wife turns, her lips stretching in a smile, I feel that jolt in my heart I felt when I first saw her.
“He’s sleeping,” she mouths, nodding to the toddler on her lap.
I walk over to them, then place the tray gently on the table by the swing. “I’ll take him to bed,” I murmur, reaching down to lift our son from her lap. He whines softly before settling comfortably in my arms, dropping his head on my shoulder, and I feel a mix of protectiveness and deep tenderness that makes my chest ache.
I brush my lips over my wife’s forehead before turning to carry the little man to bed. Holding my sleeping son, feeling his weight in my arms and the soft rise and fall of his chest against mine, reminds me of the world I almost lost when I left that hospital three years ago.
I can’t imagine a life without Rosalie and our son in it, and yet, that was almost a reality.
He whines again when I lower him to his toddler bed, waking for a brief second before falling right back to sleep. I move to pat his chest when something catches my eye. My brows furrow as I read the writing on his T-shirt.
“Big brother,” I read out loud, my head whipping around when I sense my wife step into the room. She chuckles at my shocked expression, waving the pregnancy test at me like a wand.
“So, what do you think of the little surprise, Dad?”
“You’re pregnant?”
“Uh huh.”
I move to her so fast it barely registers, wrapping my arms around her waist and spinning her around. We both freeze when her legs knock the dresser, turning our heads to the bed where our son remains blissfully asleep.
“Why don’t we take this little celebration to another room?” She giggles, brushing her lips over mine and sparking a fire under my skin.
“You have my vote on that,” I say, dropping my hands down to her butt and fondling her over her sundress. “We have plenty to celebrate.”
Our lips find each other as we back out of the room. I grab the doorknob and shut the door softly behind us, hoping to Christ we make it to our room before we start tearing at each other’s clothes. It was all fun and games when we could make love anywhere in the house, but that changed when our little boy learned to walk and open doors.
We make it to the room, barely, before I flatten her to the wall. My mouth drops to her neck, and I rake my teeth up her throat when she tips her head back. She moans loudly when my right-hand snakes under her sundress and rubs her pussy, stroking her over her panties.
“Oh, Daddy,” she moans, sliding her fingers under my shirt, making me groan as she drags her nails over my stomach and up to my chest. I hiss when a nail scratches over my nipple, my hard cock jolting in my pants at the pain-pleasure sensation.
“Fuck, baby, do it again!”
“What? This?” she asks, dragging her nail over my nipple again and making my cock jerk hard in my jeans.
“How the fuck can you still undo me like this?” I rasp, peeling her panties down her thighs before sliding my finger inside her and groaning when I find her wet.“After all this time together, you still manage to steal my breath away.”
“For the same reason you still affect me,” she whispers, kissing my jawline as her fingers trace my pecs, teasing my nipples with her nails until I’m out of breath. “Because you love me.”
“I adore you,” I rasp, yanking down my zipper with my free hand. “I worship the very ground you walk on, Rosalie. You’re my world.”
“And you’re mine.”
I spin her around to face the wall, burying my face in her hair as I drive my cock deep into her, stretching her tight pussy with my thickness. I reach around her and cup her perky tits, teasing her pebbled nipples between my fingers as I begin to take her hard and fast against the wall. “You’re so fucking sexy,” I breathe into her nape, groaning as her wet little channel squeezes me, her pulsing walls pulling me closer to the edge. “And every inch of this sexy body belongs to me.”
“Yes, yours, Daddy,” she sobs, lifting her ass to meet my thrusts. Her cries grow fevered when I reach down and strum her clit in time with my thrusts, fucking her harder and faster into the wall, laying claim as I’ve done a thousand times over.
And when release crashes over us, it threatens to send us both to the floor. I cup her mouth to mute her scream before it can carry and wake our son, burying my mouth in her neck as my own orgasm roars out of me. I hammer into her, stroking her clit through the climax until she’s bucking against me, her thighs shaking violently as pleasure rolls through her body. Her sex cinches hard around me, taking every drop I pour into her until I’m empty.
We slide down to the carpet, our limbs boneless and heavy, falling on our backs and staring up at the ceiling, fighting to catch our breath.
“That was...”
“I know,” I say, reaching for her hand and linking it with mine. “Not a bad way to celebrate.”
She chuckles, turning her head to look at me. “You really had no idea?”
