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“Hey, baby!” Grace chirps.
I meet her at the sofa and reach for her, pulling her in close. She’s only six months along, but she seems unsteady. That’s new.
I tip her chin up and our lips meet. The kiss is warm and soft, and I relish how she still melts into me, even after as long as we’ve been together.
Grace’s lips linger dreamily against mine, and I eat it up.
“Hi, husband.”
I rub the tip of my nose against hers.
“Hello, wife. How’s the nausea?”
“I feel great.”
“I’m so glad you won’t be throwing up the whole weekend.”
Batting her lashes, she murmurs, “I think it’ll be a fabulous few days. And nights.”
Her kiss makes me glad we have a few minutes before Wade, Presley, Charlotte, and Harley arrive.
Grace’s tongue licks over my bottom lip. I cup her breast, and she slips a hand down the front of my jeans.
I’m happy her nausea is gone, and I’m extra excited she’s feeling frisky, too. There’s nothing sexier than when my wife is feeling herself. My cock stirs at her touch, and at the memory of what she was like in the second half of her first pregnancy.
Being careful of her tummy, I pull her tight to me and claim her mouth, cupping the back of her neck.
Grace’s lips part with a tiny, sexy moan, and I slide my tongue against hers. This has gone from a “hello” kind of kiss into a “come here, big daddy” kind of kiss, and I’m here for it. I’m always ready for her.
My wife and I have grown so in sync with each other. I know the angles she likes when we kiss. I know when the kissing gets passionate, she sticks her tongue down my throat. I know when she makes that noise, she wants my mouth on her sex.
I roll an aroused nipple between my fingers, and her desperate squeak sends heat straight to my dick.
“Hold out your hand,” she says huskily.
I do, not sure what’s about to happen. Grace hands me a small, flat object resembling a remote control.
“You’re in charge of lighting up the ‘decorations.’” She uses air quotes to get her point across.
That’s weird, but okay.
I press a button, but nothing twinkles—nothing but Grace. Her cheeks turn a deeper pink, and her eyes search me.
I press that tiny button again and again. Still nothing.
Strangely, Grace suddenly yelps and falls against me. I cinch her closer as she gasps for air.
“Are you okay?”
“Perfect,” she breathes, smiling with a dazed look.
I know that face.
“Baby, this is going to sound crazy, but you look like you just came.”
“Hmm, yep,” she says dreamily, unzipping my jeans.
Oh wow. Yes, please, and thank you.
