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I need to stop bitching about pregnancy aches and pains to him, because he lets me come to him lately for sex, afraid he’ll make it worse. “Yes. I want you.”
He grabs the bottom of my cotton dress and pulls it up my body, discarding it, and then takes off his shirt. When my hands rub up his torso, he grabs my hand, already pulling me a few steps toward the door. I jerk my hand back, causing him to stop and look back at me. “You don’t want to go to our room?”
I smirk, already shaking my head. “Here is fine.”
He glances around the room before facing me, undoubtedly taking in all the baby gear and furniture. “You don’t think it’s weird to have sex in our daughter’s room?”
I come toward him to close the gap, already working his jeans down as I look at him. “Come on,” I whine. “With a house full of people, it’s not like we can just have crazy sex anywhere in our own home. She’s already present during the act, and just like that, she’ll never know. She’s in her own little bubble.”
He comes closer, his tattoos spreading more with every month that passes. He’s only a clean canvas from the waist down. I’ve loved the boyish version, and I love the man, though both sides of him have been vastly different. A hand slides across my cheek and he tugs me in, our lips instantly meeting.
It turns heated quickly, his hands groping many parts of me. I moan into his mouth when my bra comes undone, my heavy breasts hanging freely with nothing to push them up. His thumb flicks across a nipple. His hands knead and squeeze. I softly jerk him off.
The backs of his fingers suddenly glide down my swollen torso and slip beneath my panties until he has access to my center. He swirls and rubs in all the right places, making me want more. “Konnor.”
He tugs me over to the ottoman that sits directly in front of the matching chair, pulling me toward his lap. Lately, I hate this angle if there is any light in the room. While I’m not completely disgusted with my body, I’m not that confident in it either. At this phase, it’s not just a cute bump anymore. Things start to swell, like my ankles. My hips have spread, making me feel like my curves have disappeared. My belly is very round and stretched thin. I have a few stretch marks as a result.
I try to turn around backward so that we can be closer, but before I can, he jerks me down on his lap. I straddle him on my knees, my hands resting on his broad, inked shoulders. He works out daily; I think as a stress reliever from having to work a real career-oriented job while he’s in music school. Then there is the band practice, which has slowed down a little since Chloe was born, and that was something he loved.
We have a lot on us now that we didn’t before. I feel like my body is slipping away and he’s getting hotter. He grips my jaw. “I don’t like when you try to hide it from me. Your body may have changed, but you’re still just as beautiful like this as you were before. My baby is in there, and that means something. The only girl I see is you.”
All my fear melts away. I’ve missed this with him. “I love you, Konnor. Always have, always will.”
“I love you too.” His arm comes around my waist and then my middle lowers, his head pushing inside of me first. I sink down on him, reveling in the way it feels. Before I can come in for a kiss, his upper body reclines until he’s holding his weight up with his elbows on the seat of the gliding chair, a smirk already in place. “Ride me like this,” he says, making my stomach flutter with nerves.
My palms come down on his constricted core from the way he’s holding himself up, already rocking back and forth. “Why? I’m huge.”
He puts one hand on my stomach, all his weight on the other arm. “I like knowing I made you like this; something no one else will be able to do.”
My smile spreads before I can stop it, but it’s smothered when his hand lowers to stroke my clit, revving my speed up to where he likes it. Everything but this moment leaves my mind, and I’m finally able to enjoy the way he feels inside me.
My head falls back as I rock back and forth, my spine rounding as my orgasm climbs. Within minutes it overtakes my body, washing over me and releasing everything good to replace the stress and anxiety that was present earlier.
As it fades, he pushes himself back up, knowing I want to kiss, because we know almost everything about each other now. When our lips touch, his hands become flush with my butt cheeks, using his muscles to lift and drop me at a more rapid speed than I’m capable of right now. My hands run through his inky black hair, gripping and pulling from how good it feels. He groans against my mouth. “I’m about to come.”
Seconds later, he stops, kissing me a bit more like he always does following his own orgasm, as if he just needs a minute to enjoy the feeling with the two of us still connected.
I pull back, his eyes already on me in a way that makes me nervous. His hair is standing all over his head from my hands in it, making him hotter than ever. “What are you thinking about?”
He pulls me off of him, and then his hands rise from my ass until his arms are wrapped around me with a hand on each opposite side. “Still, this with you is better than I imagined it all those years. You have no reason to be insecure. You consume me, Pres, always have.”
As if he pulled that damn hormone trigger, I start crying again. “I just spent so many years wishing for this, and now that I have it, I don’t want to lose it.”
“Never,” he says, just before his lips come down on my neck, making me shiver from the light contact. “You’ve had my heart since the day you were born. When I gave you my name, I gave you my world. You’re the only girl that’s going to have my kids.” He looks back up at me. “And even if the music stuff doesn’t work out and I have to take over my dad’s company, I’ll still be happy. I couldn’t say that before I got you.”
I half laugh, half cry as I hug him tight. “Boy, you’ve always had me, even when someone else had you.”
“I love you.”
I relax into him. “I love you too.”
A peaceful silence passes between us, and just as my eyes get ready to seal, he says, “Are you tired?”
“So tired. I was going to take a bath, but I might fall asleep, so maybe just a quick shower instead.” Something occurs to me. I pick my head up. “Dinner is in my car. It’s probably cold. I’m sorry. Is it still running?”
He laughs and grabs my hand, the other on my side, hinting for me to get up so he can help me. I do. “No. Everything is in the kitchen on the island, along with your purse. Car is parked in the garage.”
He stands, his hand remaining in mine. “I’m not that hungry. Want to eat while I shower and then maybe watch a movie?”
