Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
We’ve spent a lot of the past year listening to sex podcasts, and it’s done great things for teaching us how to communicate about what we want in the bedroom. We’ve learned a lot about each other and what turns us on individually.
“We only have a few minutes before we leave,” he warns as he thrusts two thick digits into my aching pussy. He pumps his fingers, readying my body. He’s still so big and getting me ready is the only way I can take him. “You’re so wet, sweetheart.”
“Kept dreaming about you last night,” I explain as I reach for the foot of the bed. I bend over it, just the way he likes. My husband is an ass man. Nothing gets him going like seeing my ass in the air.
“What were you dreaming about?” He asks as he moves his fingers and aligns our bodies. He shoves inside in one quick thrust. I love it when he’s a little rough with me.
“About this,” I sigh in contentment once he’s seated fully inside of me. It’s so, so good. I thought our wedding night was the best ever—when he took me underneath that oak tree again. But he just keeps making it better.
“Mmm, tell me about your dream,” he murmurs as he drapes his body over mine, pressing soft kisses to the back of my neck. This is what I love about him so much he’s both tender and loving and dominant and rough. He always knows how to walk the line between the two.
“You were inside of me, just like this,” I pant as he continues to ram into me, driving his cock deeper and deeper.
“Was I playing with that pretty clit?” He growls.
“Yes!” I gasp out just as he reaches for mine. He circles the little nub, sending another wave of pleasure through my body.
“Was I telling you what a good girl you are?”
I’m practically sobbing now because it’s so good. So many wonderful sensations at once. The way he’s hammering into my pussy, rubbing my clit, and saying filthy things into my ear. All of it builds to a crescendo, and I barely have time to gasp out that I’m coming.
His release follows mine and he stills for a moment as he empties himself inside of me. I love the way it feels to have his warm come between my thighs. I love the way it makes me feel owned and possessed.
When he pulls out, he takes me to the bathroom and cleans me up. I’m sitting on the counter as he stands between my knees. After he’s done, I see the sadness flicker across his face.
“Maybe this time,” he murmurs softly. He wants a baby so desperately. We both do. We’ve been actively trying for over six months now. I talked to Summer about it. She told me that it can take up to a year to conceive the natural way and encouraged me not to give up hope just yet.
I was going to wait to tell Trace what I discovered while he was in the shower. I didn’t even tell him I was taking a pregnancy test this time because it’s always negative and it makes both of us so sad.
But it was positive and the moment I saw it, my heart fluttered in my chest.
I planned to tell him tonight after the grand opening. I didn’t want anything to detract from his special project. He calls it our project, but he’s put way more work and care into it. All I did was come up with the idea.
“Not this time,” I tell him. “But another time.”
He tips my chin up and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “You’re right. We’ll get there eventually. When the time is right.”
My eyes mist over. They’ve been doing that so much lately and I finally know why. “No, you don’t understand. We didn’t make a baby this time because we already did. I’m pregnant.”
He shakes his head like he didn’t hear me. “You mean…we’re…?” A slow grin crosses his face. He looks as happy as he did on the day we married each other.
“We’re pregnant,” I reassure him and grab his hand. I place it over my tummy. Right now, there’s not anything to feel. There won’t be for weeks but just knowing our little baby is growing inside of me right now is filling both of us with such joy.
He runs a thumb across my stomach and bends low, talking to my non-existent bump. “Hey, little one. It’s Daddy. Your mommy and I just want you to know how excited we are and how much we love you.”
His voice breaks, and I put a hand on his face. The sheen of tears in his eyes matches my own.
He presses a kiss to my palm. “We’re starting a family.”