by Roxy Wilson
He backed up.
“I need you.” Triston caressed her cheek. “You, babe, not your makeup. You’re beautiful and I want to see you as you’re meant to be. Natural.” He smacked her playfully on her rump. “Go wash your face, babe.” Triston pointed across the room to a door, slightly ajar. “No need to hide from me.” He chuckled to show her he was being facetious.
But he needed to buy some time.
Seriously.
He wouldn’t be able to rein in his hunger for her much longer. Asking her this favour would give him enough time to compose himself.
And to have a serious conversation with his dick.
It was behaving badly.
And it needed to be disciplined.
“I’m sure you noticed I was wearing lipstick before you sucked it off, so why make a fuss about some eye shadow.”
“Because if you stick around much longer, babe, your ass would be on the floor, my dick would be drilling holes in your pussy, and you’d be hollering my name before you could say Jack Robinson.” He chuckled. “Any more questions?”
“When I come back, I want you naked.” She winked and slipped away from him, tossing over her shoulder, “It’s only fair.”
He groaned. She hadn’t been such a tease at 18. Maturity had brought her confidence. A sexy-as-hell kind of confidence. As soon as the bathroom door shut, he hurriedly began to undress. Not bothering to fold anything, he tossed his pajama bottoms on the chair in the corner of the room. Shucked down to his boxer briefs, he tiptoed to the bathroom’s door. Placing an ear against the panel, he could hear her humming as she busied herself. The sound warmed his heart and pure emotion choked him.
Tonight, he would make her sing.
And that was a promise.
Triston strode back to the King-sized bed, slid off his boxer briefs and sat on the edge. Just in time. The door cracked open and the light behind Selene’s brief silhouette went dark. No ghostly white haloed her shape. She had undressed as well.
“I wasn’t sure if you wanted to take the thong off yourself. But I decided I didn’t want to wait while you tortured me that way. I’ve been lusting after you all afternoon.”
Triston shook his head. “Not a problem.”
He had wanted to undress her himself.
Had wanted to feel the tickle of the sheer material as it glided through his fingers.
Had wanted to frame her breasts above that tight thing that held them together.
Maybe he’d ask her to put it back on later.
Maybe…
Selene took a few steps closer and Triston dismissed the idea, every one of them, immediately. Framed in the soft yellow light which leaked through the gauzy sheer over the window, she was amazing. Her skin seemed to glow from within. Like glowing embers from a crackling log, she radiated warmth, sensuality, and a feeling of being home like he’d never experienced.
“Come.”
He spread his knees and invited her to join him. She moved to settle between his thighs. The smooth skin of her legs rubbed against his own and made his nerves alight with sensation. He took one of her full globes in his hand. As he squeezed and massaged them, he pulled her even closer. He stroked down her thigh, resting a palm against the back of her knee before lifting it gently and placing her leg over one of his. Moving to the other, he did the same. She straddled his lap.
“Sit.”
She did.
Cupping her chin, he raised her face for his kiss.
A peck, really.
Then more.
He soothed the skin of her cheek. He brushed strands away, tucking them behind her ear. His tongue licked the seam of her lips and she opened on a whimper. Delving deep, he ran his hand around her neck and up to tangle his fingers in the soft curls at the nape of her neck. Holding her still, he took from her everything she had to give. She tasted sweet, like the champagne she’d sipped at the reception. He swore he could still feel the bubbles gather and burst on his tongue.
Amazing.
His other hand moved to fondle her breasts. Much fuller, already preparing for the birth of their child. Softly working the nipples, careful to bring her passion, was his immediate goal. But he didn’t want to have her coming from nothing more than a kiss and a touch. As soon as she arched and moaned, he stopped, dropping his palm to pet the incredible silk of her growing stomach.
“You’re beautiful.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmmhmm.”
“And you’re…” Selene tucked her head into the crook of his neck. “…hot.”
Triston relished in the heat of her skin. Pressing a kiss to her hair, he let her have his way with his neck.
For the moment.
Continuing his explorations, he traced a tender trail from her belly button to bud. She yipped when he found it. Smug satisfaction morphed her face.
He would keep his promise.
She would come first.
Flicking the nub of skin, he circled the tiny peak, then grasped it hard between his thumb and finger.
Rub, press, flick, pinch.
Again and again.
Satisfaction course through him when he saw how Selene’s breath quicken, bursts of warm air on his neck making him tremble with the effort to control his erection.
His other hand joined in, gliding up and down her slit, already coated with her honey. She began to keen, a low, perpetual cry which was music to his ears.
First one finger, then another, and another, he plunged into her sheath. Thrusting in counterpoint to his attack on her clit, he played her like a tenor pan beating to one of Chopin’s musical compositions on a tropical island. Bringing her to the edge over and over, he eased his penetration as her inner folds spasmed and gripped at his fingers.
Her body shook with the need he created. Then, all of a sudden, she froze, lifting her head and regarding him with umber-colored eyes. With a twist of her clit and a hard push of his fingers, she screamed. Her honey washed over his hands, filling the room with her essence. A scent he would never tire of. Bringing his fingers to his lips, he held her lust-filled, exhausted gaze and watched her pupils as they darkened impossibly as he sucked her juices clean.
“Mmm. Perfect.”
“Yeah?” Selene pushed him down, but not with much force. Triston saw the pleasure on her face when she watched as he lowered his back to the mattress.
Pumping his impossibly hard dick, slowly, tortuously, and the devilish glint in her eyes were enough to undo him. Make him crazy with need for this woman.
Feeling as if he needed more of her, of her hand, was enough to make him raise his hips to meet each thrust. “Yeah, that’s fucking fantastic, babe.”
“Good. Because the fucking is about to begin.”
Chapter Nine
Three months later…
“Honey, I’m here.” Selene turned to put her hand on Triston’s back, and felt the tension emanating from his muscles. She’d woken to the sound of murmured cries. She rubbed his tense, hard muscles, not making a sound. Any unexpected noise could compound his anguish. And it made her heart bleed. She’d woken up many times to witness him going through the agony of being gripped in a horrifying nightmare. “Everything’s all right.”
Over the past three months, she’d seen him like this many times. His therapist claimed it was a combination of nightmares and the memories he revisited. The war had been tough. Seeing people die, facing death every day, and living in a world that was strange and scary couldn’t have been easy. Triston, and many others like him, would have to live with the scars of those memories forever.
She didn’t know how he did it, how anyone could do it.
He settled back down. “I woke you again?”
“It’s all right.” Selene smiled. “Seems like you woke the baby, too.”
Triston put his hand on her belly, moving it in a circular motion so that he could detect some movement. He was rewarded with a feisty kick. “Yep, she’s kicking up a storm,” he murmured in a sleepy vo
ice.
“Let’s hope she has a better schedule when she finally makes an appearance.” Selene curled her fingers around Triston’s upper arm. He was still tense, edgy. “Want a sleeping pill?”
“No. I’m fine.” He’d been prescribed medicines by his doctor, but he was adamant that he was going to make it through without them.
“What about some peppermint tea?”
Triston shook his head.
“Maybe, you should make an emergency appointment to see the therapist?”
“Listen, babe.” Triston planted a kiss on her belly. “You’re the only therapy I need.” He placed another kiss on her belly, and then rested his head gently on it. “Can’t you see it?”
“But…” Selene ran her fingers through his dark hair.
“No worries.”
“Want to talk about it?”
He was quiet for so long, Selene glanced at him to see if he’d fallen back to sleep.
“Same old sequence of events. We were on a reconnaissance mission.” He gulped, took a deep breath. “I was behind them on rear protection duty.” He gulped again. “Saw a trash can against a mud wall. Tried to get their attention, but…they didn’t hear me.” He took a moment to compose himself. “Before I could get to them, it blew up…I…I couldn’t save them.”
Selene winced, not because she hadn’t heard it before, but because he’d actually experienced the harrowing ordeal. It was real, not a figment of his imagination. Four of his friends died in that incident. Another lost a leg. Triston had escaped unscathed but he lived with those dark, bloody memories that plagued him almost every night.
“You couldn’t do anything.”
“That’s what the therapist tells me.” He sighed as he turned to face her. His dark eyes were filled with pain and regret. “But if I’d seen that trash can a few seconds before…if I’d…” Triston scooted backwards until his back rested on the teak headboard
Selene reached over and straddled his hips. “If is a dirty word,” she said. “All of you were trained to look out for these things.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “And I’m so sorry you all missed the clues that something wasn’t quite right.” She rubbed her forehead against his. “If anyone’s to be blamed, it’s the people who make such wars necessary. Not you, not your friends who sacrificed everything.”
Triston rubbed the spot on her belly where the baby had kicked. His mind was clearly elsewhere. She wished she could take away his pain, but it was a slow, healing process. It would take time.
In the meantime, she could do something else to distract him. As she lowered her head towards his, he pulled her in and kissed her, his lips hungry as they moved over hers. Selene pressed herself against his lean body, her skin on fire. Her fingers trailed from his shoulders, right down his chest, to his six-pack abs, enjoying the sensation of his warm skin under her finger pads. He was so fit, hard, and lean.
His hands moved to her buttocks, and he squeezed them. His fingers brushed against her opening, making her squirm as a lance of desire shot through her. Pregnancy did that to her, she found herself getting aroused more quickly than ever before. She simply couldn’t get enough of him. Heat and desire settled in her core as her fingers traced his lips.
When Triston slid his length inside her already wet center it was like she’d only taken a sip of one of the finest wines, which only whet her appetite, making her crave another taste. Triston groaned. His hands cupped her heavy breasts, eased down to her round belly, and settled on her hips. Selene moved up and down, enjoying the sweet, tingling sensations that began to build inside her. A ball of heat lodged in the pit of her stomach, making her insides turn into liquid jelly as she picked up the rhythm.
A whirlpool of excitement twisted through her veins, and her breasts heaved with the breath that was hitched in her throat. Selene leaned towards him, so that her nipples could brush against his smooth chest, again and again. His scent, sweet and spicy, hit her nostrils, making her more aroused. She nipped his bottom lip. His breath came out in a sharp gasp, which she captured with her mouth. His hands squeezed her butt, urging her to move faster and faster. Ready, hovering on the edge of mindless passion, Selene straightened and then bored down ruthlessly. She wanted him to be consumed by her. Her body erupted with the ferocity of the climax that rippled through every fiber of her being.
Even as she trembled in its aftermath, Triston set a pace that once again carried her over the crest. She moaned as hot, slick need slithered inside her. Once more, pressure began to form, inducing a sea of flaming, sizzling, sensations in her belly. Twirling curls of desire coiled around her in their tantalizing grip.
And then he came inside her, a hot geyser of sin washing over her womb, and triggering a second orgasm, not as intense as its predecessor, but equally satisfying.
As far as she was concerned her life was perfect.
****
Triston eyed the grocery bags on the counter as he entered the large kitchen where Selene was stirring a cooking pot with a wooden spoon. The aroma of curried chicken wafted through the air. With long strides he made his way to her, and watched with grim humor when she dropped the spoon into the pot and spun around to face him. The determined tilt of her chin and the challenge in her eyes spurred him on. Without saying a word, he grabbed her rear-end with both palms, drawing her against him, and burrowed his way through her bosom, the low V-cut of her blouse making it easily accessible. Her answering groan stoked his fire, but he needed to get some things out of the way first.
“Babe?”
“Hmm?” Selene lifted her chin so he could get better access to her cleavage.
He stopped the trek along her neck. “Didn’t I tell you, you can text me whatever you need, and I can pick it up on the way home?” His journey along her neck resumed.
“I was out anyway. I went on an interview with this new publisher, Crossword, who’s opening up shop in the next month, or two.” A groan escaped through her lips, her palms rubbed his shoulders seductively. “They’re looking for freelance editors that can work from home. The pay is not steady. They’ll pay me per piece, but at least I’ve control of the number of hours I work each day.”
Triston bit his bottom lip in order to stop himself from saying the first thing that came into his head. He didn’t want her to work, at least not until the baby was a year old. But he didn’t want to come across as a boar.
“Why don’t you give the job hunting a rest until after the baby is born?” he suggested.
She gazed at him, her eyes narrowed in annoyance. She twisted around to face the stove, even while she was still in his embrace, which forced him to release her and drop his hands to his sides.
“Haven’t we talked about this already?”
“I don’t want you looking for work when you’re eight months pregnant.” Frustrated, he dragged his fingers through his hair.
“I don’t see what the fuss is all about.” Gingerly, she picked up the wooden spoon, to avoid getting curry on her fingers. “It’s not like I’m the only pregnant woman who’s job-hunting.” She stirred the curry vigorously. “What about those pregnant women who have to make it on their own?”
“That’s exactly my point.” A heavy sigh escaped his lips. “You’ve got me, babe. You’ll never be alone. That’s a promise.”
Selene gave him the side eye, her lips set in a stern line.
To counteract her stubbornness and the anger directed to him, he took a few steps over and put his arms around her, his body pressed against her back, her derrière.
“Babe, you know that I’m happy to be the provider for as long as you want. So, ease off a little. You don’t have to be superwoman.”
Selene shrugged out of his embrace, and turned to face him. If only she’d recognize that all he wanted was what was best for her and the baby, she wouldn’t be so pissed off with him right now.
“True, I don’t have to be superwoman, but I do want to be a super mom. And I can start being that by setting the righ
t example for my daughter.”
“Our daughter.”
She nodded. “Yes, our daughter. Do you want that her only life’s ambition is to be married?”
“She won’t be allowed to get married until she’s thirty-five,” he shot back. “And that’s still too soon.”
It was easy to tell that she was trying hard to suppress a smile from forming on her lips, so he pretended to be suitably enraged, as if the mere thought of their daughter getting married had twisted a knife in his gut. The baby was not even born yet, but Triston knew that this little girl was going to be loved and cherished by both of them.
“I want to work. It will make me happy, and I want to earn some money so I can put it away for her future.”
“You know that I can afford…” he trailed off, seeing the look in her eyes. “All right. Fine. But promise me that you won’t overdo it by going from job interview to job interview.”
“If this one works out, I won’t be going for more interviews. I like the idea of freelance editing. It gives me time and space to work out a routine around you and the baby.” She ran a hand down his arm in an affectionate, loving gesture.
Triston patted her bottom. He wasn’t so happy with the idea of her slaving away for little or no pay but if it made her happy, he could live with it. “Whatever you want, babe.” It was time to change the subject. “You’ve made a final decision on a name for her yet?”
They needed to choose a name. Since they’d decided to keep the baby, they were super busy trying to get everything ready for her arrival. When the baby got there, they would really be a family. Just like how he wanted it from the very beginning.
