by C. C. Piper
Roxy and I only laughed harder.
The day had been pretty much perfect. Callie had blown out all six of her candles with a single breath, everyone had smiled while they hung out and had cake and ice cream, and there was no tension of any kind. If someone had told me two years ago in London that my life would look like this now, I never would’ve believed them.
So much had changed for the better, it kind of blew my mind. Something else that blew my mind was Roxy’s wandering hand as we laid there under the covers. She’d been asleep next to me a half hour ago, so I thought her down for the count tonight. I knew being with child sapped her energy sometimes. But it also had another added benefit, and this was it.
My wife was almost perpetually turned on.
Roxy snaked her hand inside my pajama bottoms and shuddered with desire as she felt me rise to the occasion for her. It didn’t take much for this to happen. My arousal seemed to escalate hers and vice versa. I didn’t know if was because of our long separation or just because we were hornier than the average couple, but we could never seem to get enough of one another.
The phrase “fucking like bunnies” came to mind.
I’d feared that this pregnancy might hinder that a little, but it didn’t. If anything, we were worse. Or better, depending on how you looked at it.
You certainly wouldn’t ever hear me complaining, one way or the other. Her doctor had explained that hormonal changes were to be expected, but I hadn’t imagined those hormones manifesting in such a blissful way. It was almost as good a gift as the knowledge that she carried my second child.
I groaned when she went from light caresses to firmer strokes. Yes.
“You sure you’re not too tired?” I asked her, receiving a nip to my collarbone in response. She’d told me more than once that this baby had made me into a mother hen, but I didn’t care. I hadn’t been there the first time to nurture and spoil Roxy, and I’d be damned if I let this opportunity to offer the mother of my children extra TLC pass me by.
This also meant our dom and sub status in the bedroom had altered for now. Not that we didn’t still engage in sex with Roxy being submissive and me being dominant, but I kept things much gentler. Even though her obstetrician had told us that unless a problem cropped up, making love while expecting was no problem, I wanted to be safe rather than sorry.
“Take off my pants,” I told her in the voice that let her know we’d just switched over. She shivered again with anticipation, her seafoam green eyes darkening in the soft illumination of my bedside lamp. Sometimes, I ordered all the lights in the room to be on so I could see all those sublime visuals, but the lamp would do for now. I was commando under my pajamas, so her stripping me left my body nude.
“Lay on your back,” I demanded next, watching as her breathing accelerated.
I lifted her nightgown – a pale green that matched her eyes – to find her panty-less and so wet she glistened, which made me suppress a loud moan. We both needed to stay quiet tonight. Though the size of our house usually meant we had some leeway in this area, Leona was currently sleeping in one of the guest bedrooms two doors down.
Also, Callie had made a lot of friends in kindergarten and ten of them were staying over as well. We always kept our bedroom door locked so we’d have some warning if we were about to receive a visit from our daughter. Roxy and I had weighed our options on this subject and decided that having her outside the door crying for a second would be preferable to her walking in on us while her mother lay blindfolded and tied to our king-sized bed.
“You’re going to lay there and take this without making a sound. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she sighed out, but I knew better. Of the many things I loved about Roxy, how vocal she was in the bedroom had always been one of my favorites.
Laying on my side, I leaned on my elbow and took the time to simply study the magnificence of her. Her body had become rounder and fuller with her pregnancy, and I loved everything about it, from the new curviness of her hips to the full cup increase of her bra cup size. I pressed a light kiss to her blossoming stomach over her silky nightgown, amazed at the miracle growing within.
Then, I switched gears.
Pulling the fabric against her so that it fit like a second skin, I focused on her breasts. I took the left nipple into my mouth, suckling it through the material and leaving a damp spot behind when I next lavished equal attention on her right. Roxy moaned deep in her throat, and I cast a warning glance at her, reminding her to maintain her silence.
Not that I minded if Leona heard us, to be fair. We were two full-grown and married adults, for Christ’s sake. But telling my wife what to do in bed was part of the game.
Not to mention so ridiculously pleasing to my libido that I had to close my eyes and grit my teeth so I wouldn’t come too soon.
Concentrate, Liddell.
I kissed Roxy then, a long, languorous melding of my lips to hers. Opening my mouth wider, I tasted her, my tongue meeting hers in a rhythm as much dance as anything else. Using my thumb to draw a lazy line from her cheekbone down the collar of her throat and downward, I watched as each inch that I touched came alive with goosebumps.
Lowering my hand to the cleft between her thighs, I traced along the place where her leg connected to her sex. She locked gazes with me as two of my fingers then drifted to brush across the outside of her folds, the insides of her folds, then the raised nub of nerves at the top. Her entire body juddered as soon as I made contact with her clit, her eyelids drooping into narrow slits.
“Keep your eyes open,” I ordered her, nudging her knee with my own, and she did, her eyes staring into mine. I continued to massage and tease her until she was a writhing mass of arms and legs, her chest heaving. She’d scrunched her features into a warped expression of desire and need, but I wouldn’t give her what she wanted so easily. “No coming until I say.”
With excruciating deliberation, I dropped my body into the juncture between her hips, letting the tip of my tongue do what my fingers had been doing moments before. Even with her mouth clamped shut, high-pitched hums of need escaped her, their frequency speeding up to reflect my increasingly fast pace.
“Not yet,” I reminded her. “Don’t come yet.”
And then, I attacked her unrelentingly, my mouth lathing her center while each hand anchored itself by thumbing the peaks of her breasts. Roxy sighed and couldn’t seem to suppress a series of cries, the sounds inciting my own passion to a level I could barely control.
Jesus Christ, the warm feel of her combined with the deliciousness of her taste was too much.
With a quick and admittedly shaky movement, I climbed on top of her and slid my erection home. We both moaned noisily, losing ourselves to one another. Pistoning my hips into hers, I entered her over and over, my pleasure matching hers as we chased the summit together. I could feel all of her surrounding all of me, and just as I felt her body clenching down on mine, I gave her one last command.
“Now.”
We surged upwards, united in mind-bending ecstasy as I emptied myself into her, body and soul. She was still throbbing around me as I came back down, and I watched the stages of her pleasure and satisfaction skidding across her face. Smiling down at her, I nuzzled her flushed cheek with mine.
“Think I may have failed to obey your quiet mandate,” she said a few minutes later, once I’d rolled off her so I could hold her from behind.
“This is true.”
“If you really love me, you’ll punish me for it.”
I couldn’t help smiling at her, even though she couldn’t see it. The woman was insatiable, but then, so was I. So, we went for round two. And after that, round three.
“Think you’ve been punished enough?” My voice came out as a gasp, and with absolute adoration in her eyes, she cupped my cheek and kissed me again.
“Never.”
