Page 237 of The Arranged Marriage


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I clench my inner walls around his shaft, squeezing him inside of me and he smiles, an achy groan sounding from deep in his chest. “Trying to pull it out of me?”

Nodding, I do it again, my hands finding his ass and pressing hard, pushing him as deep as I can get him.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers, making me tremble. “Always takes it so well.”

I do. I take it from him every single time and it always feels so good. I had no idea it could be like this.

Perry comes first, and I don’t even mind. My own orgasm hits me next, small yet powerful, leaving me shuddering beneath him, softly moaning as he pushes inside of me again and again. Hard and harder, until I feel that blast of semen fill me and he falls on top of me, careful not to exert his full weight.

“Fuck, Charlotte,” he murmurs, kissing my neck. These are some of my favorite moments with my husband. After we have sex, when he’s soft and vulnerable and our bodies are still connected. “You feel so damn good. About make it impossible for me to leave.”

“Then don’t,” I say, kissing him.

He cuddles with me for only a few minutes before he reluctantly pulls away, sliding off the bed and heading for the connecting bathroom. I hear him turn on the water. The shuffle of clothing as he puts himself back together and eventually, he returns to the mirror, studying himself. “I should probably change.”

A sigh leaves me when I notice the wet spot on the front of his pants. “I guess I did mess you up.”

He glances over his shoulder, grinning at me. “You did. But I don’t mind.”

I wish I could capture this moment. The way he’s looking at me. His gaze heavy with emotion. Love? Perhaps.

I think I’m falling in love with him.

No, wait.

There’s no thinking involved. I just know.

I’m in love with him. I’m in love with my husband.

Remaining in bed while he hurriedly changes his clothes, I eagerly accept his goodbye kiss. “Get a pregnancy test,” he tells me. “Have one delivered. You can take it tonight after I get home. Or you can take it before I get home. Whenever you want.”

Oh God, that’s right. He thinks I’m pregnant. Well…

Frowning, I try to think back to the last time I had my period and I don’t remember.

Oops.

“Have a good day,” he murmurs after he kisses me, his deep voice pulling me from my thoughts. “You have plans?”

“Lunch with your sister,” I tell him, distracted by the possibility that I am most definitely pregnant. “And maybe some shopping afterward.”

“Have fun,” he says, pulling away so he can smile down at me. “Tell Tins I said hi.”

“I will.” I smile at him, wondering if I’m smiling at the father of my future child. “Bye.”

***

I stop ata nearby drugstore and pick up a pregnancy test, stashing it in my bag before I climb into the hired car I use whenever I have to go somewhere and head for the restaurant where I’m meeting Tinsley at. My thoughts are preoccupied with visions of sweet cherub babies and me getting fat. Perry cuddling our newborn child with blonde hair and big blue eyes. I don’t know why, but I can only envision him with a baby girl. A sweet little cooing infant who stares at her daddy as if he’s the best thing she’s ever seen.

I feel you girl, I mentally say to my imaginary baby. I feel the same way about him.

By the time I’m entering the busy restaurant, I’m a bundle of excited nerves, grateful when Tinsley spots me first and practically runs toward me, wrapping me up in a big hug and squeezing me close.

“You look so good,” she tells me as she withdraws, grabbing hold of my hands and shaking them lightly. “I swear, you’re glowing!”

That only confirms my earlier suspicions of being pregnant. Pregnant womenglow.

Of course, so do women who just had passionate sex with their husband and made him late to work, so there is that to consider.

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