He takes my hand and we walk slowly to the bedroom. He turns me around and puts his hands over my eyes.
“Walk slowly, I’ll guide you.”
I smile and revel in the warmth of his hands on my skin. I cover his hands with mine and walk forward. I hear the door open and he takes his hands off my eyes. I look up and see the bed covered in food.
“What is this?” I laugh.
“I googled all the different things women crave durin’ a pregnancy and ordered it all here for ya,” he says, pride lacing his tone.
I cover my mouth with my hand to hide my laugh and look over to him.
“You did all this? I only just told you at the ceremony.”
“Get used to it baby cakes.”
He kisses my lips and I grab his tie as he pulls away.
“Get back here,” I say, pulling him closer to me.
Our lips collide again, and I wiggle my fingers through the knot of his tie. I start to unbutton his shirt and pull it out of his pants, feeling frantic. My fingers aren't working as fast as I want them to and Gabriel grabs my hands to stop me.
“Sit,” he says, walking away from me.
“Hey…” I pout.
He smiles and sits me on the edge of the bed. He takes the carton of ice cream off the bed and dips the spoon in, getting a big chunk. I open my mouth but the cold spoon collides with my neck instead. I flinch but his warm mouth soothes the chill.
“I thought it was for me. Don't tease a pregnant woman, Mr. Gavinwood.”
I pant as his hands roam up my neck, caressing the pulse point there.
“Open your mouth,” he rasps.
I open my mouth and he dips the spoon inside, the chocolate assaulting my tastebuds.
“Mmm. That's more like it.”
I watch as he pulls back from the bed, taking another plate of food and walking towards me again.
My eyes snap to his fingers as he dips one into the melted chocolate. He slowly moves it to my lips and I part them willingly.
I swirl my tongue around his long finger, licking every last drop of the chocolate off. His eyes squeeze shut and he lets out a breath.
He gets off the bed quickly, coming back with another tray.
“Last one before I die from pure torture,” he chokes out.
He lifts the pickle off the tray and I laugh.
“You are torturin’ yourself,” I say, my voice lowering.
He presses the pickle to my lips and I wrap my lips around it, slowly pulling each inch into my mouth. The juice is delicious but it only makes me crave something else in my mouth, something bigger.
He groans, pulling the pickle out of my mouth.
“Hey! I wasn't done!”
“You can have all the food you want later. I need you now.”
He takes each plate of food off the bed and places it on the side table and rolling cart. With each tray he cleans up, he takes a piece of clothing off until he's standing butt naked and I lean back on my elbows to watch the show.
“Feedin’ me, cleanin’ up, strippin’...what's next?” I ask, lifting an eyebrow.
His eyes darken, and his smirk turns devilish. He kneels between my legs and pulls my dress up, inch by inch, painfully slow. My heart is beating rapidly, threatening to burst through my chest. I grab the hem of my dress and pull it all the way up and Gabriel laughs, putting his hand over my small belly.
“My wife is eager.”
“Your wife is desperate,” I pant.
He runs his fingers up the inside of my thigh and freezes when he gets to my garter belt.
“You...the whole time you've been wearin’ this?” he asks, through gritted teeth.
Now it's my turn for the devilish smile.
“Sit down...husband of mine.”
I reach down and cup his cheeks and pull him to his feet as I stand and crash our lips together. I spin around and push him onto the bed and he sits, his eyes zoning in on every movement that I make.
I turn with my back facing him and motion for him to undo my buttons on the back of my dress. I feel his fingers flicking each button and his touch leaves a jolt in its wake. Finally, with the last button undone, I turn and slowly peel the straps from my shoulders. First one arm, then the next and my dress bunches around my waist. I shimmy out of my dress and scan Gabriel's face as it drops to the floor, pooling by my feet.
I'm in a white lace bra with matching garter belt and stockings. My white lace pumps click on the floor as I bring my dress to the nearby chair. My veil is still fastened to my hair and I feel the fabric rubbing across my ass as I walk.
“Charlotte Faye Gavinwood, you are gonna give this old man a heart attack before he even gets a taste.”
“A taste huh? That's it?”
I walk slowly over to the bed and position myself in between his legs. I crawl up his body as he lays down on the bed.
“Scootch up all the way. I have a surprise for you,” I say in his ear.
He smiles and moves his body higher on the bed.
“Close your eyes and don't peek.”
I grab for his tie and I fasten it tightly around his eyes. The straps on the top corners of the bed hang loose and I quickly fasten them around each hand.
“I don't like this,” Gabriel says, trying to peek out of the corner of his tie.
“I'm bein’ the good little wife you deserve and makin’ my husband feel good,” I say, making my way up his body to straddle his lap.
His thick length bobs as I lightly stroke it with my finger. He sucks in a breath and pulls on his restraints.
“Charlotte don't be a tease…”
“I wouldn't dare,” I feign shock.
I hop off his lap to fasten the restraints on his ankles. He. Is. Mine.
“Dammit,” he says through gritted teeth. “Did I already say I don't like this?”
“Don't like to give up control, ol’ husband of mine?”
He shakes his head and tests the restraints on his ankles.
I slowly trail kisses up the inside of his calf, licking the bulging muscle there and moving to the other leg. He flinches and turns his head, trying to see through the tie, but it's useless. I watch his legs tighten, his quadriceps turning into a solid brick wall.
I lick and suck my way up his inner thigh and he curses when my tongue grazes his balls, first one then the other.
“Charlie…” he says warningly.
“Remember last weekend…”
“What about it?”
His voice is rough and tense.
I lick up the side of his shaft and flick the tip softly. He jumps, and I see his hands ball into fists.
“When you licked…” I lick up the side of his length again, “and sucked”. I cover his erection with my mouth and suck hard, hollowing out my cheeks and coming off with a loud pop. “And touched,” I grab his shaft in my hand and squeeze, as he groans.
“Yes,” he says straining.
“Do you remember how that ended...husband?”
He is silent, and his breathing is labored, and I smile again, a victorious smile.
“Let me remind you.”
I crawl up his body and straddle his face. His head instinctively moves up and his lips collide with my heat. I feel myself dripping onto his face, down his chin as he eats me like he hasn't had a meal in days. He pulls on the restraints again and I grip his hands, holding him in place.
“I come first, then you,” I command, wiggling on top of him, chasing my release.
His lips suck on my clit and I explode on top of him, every ounce of my bliss coating his lips. I crawl back down to his waiting length and suck it into my mouth. I grab the base with one hand, while I play with his balls with the other.
“Five long agonizin’ minutes I waited for you to allow me to come,” I say grabbing his balls
“Charlotte, please…” he begs.
“Five minutes Gabriel. Do you know how long five minutes feels like, when you have a warm tongue teasin’ you? Promisin’
you one thing…”. I fist his cock and move my hand furiously up and down. He curses and grips the restraints and his legs buck up. “But then doin’ another?” I say, letting go of him.
“I'm sorry, baby cakes. It was so good when I let you come though, wasn't it?” he asks, cheekily.
“You tell me,” I say, licking from his balls to his tip and stopping.
“I...please, Charlie. I need to come.”
His teeth are clenched and all the sudden, the joke isn't so funny anymore.
“I like being in charge,” I whisper in his ear.
I lick down his neck, across his chest and slowly across each solid pec. I trace the lines on his abs with my tongue, one ab...two...three.
“Charlie I can't. Please, just… let… me… come.”
I ignore him and keep licking my way down over one hip bone and then the other. I hear a snap and my eyes follow the sound. Gabriel's hands are over his eyes moving the tie away from his view. His hands are free.
“What the--?”
I'm on my back in an instant, Gabriel hovering over me and his cock bounces off my clit.
“Oh God, how the hell did you…”
“Our first night of marriage and you're already bustin’ my balls. Enough teasin’. We're even.”
He kisses my lips softly, entering me slow, caring for me like I'm made of glass. The change of tempo makes my head spin and I grab onto him to ground myself.
“I love you, Charlotte Faye Gavinwood.”
“I love you too.”
He rubs his length through my lips and I groan. I lift my head up and bite the side of his neck and he pushes himself inside me.
“Yesss,” I moan. “Give it to me Gabe.”
“You little minx. I'm gonna last two seconds with all this teasin’,” he growls.
He pumps into me, hard and fast and I feel him explode inside me. His length rubs against my clit as he rides out his orgasm and I grab his back, gripping it like it's my lifeline.
“Close…” I whine.
He keeps pumping into me and I convulse around him, his breathing rapid in my ear. He braces himself above me on his elbows and laughs.
“All these years later and I'm still a two-pump chump.”
He shakes his head and rolls off of me.
“At least it wasn't all over my face this time,” I say laughing.
“I ain't done with you, Mrs. Gavinwood. You know I still have more in me.”
He sits up on his elbows, kissing my neck and down my chest to my bra. He pushes a cup to the side and takes a nipple in his mouth.
“Oh fuck…” I gasp. “I'm gonna love bein’ pregnant this time around.”
“Oh yeah?” Gabriel raises an eyebrow.
He flicks my other nipple and I grab the back of his head.
“I didn't have this,” I say, grabbing his hardening cock. “I'm gonna take very advantage of it this time.”
I move to straddle his lap and sit, sliding him inside me and moaning in satisfaction.
“I have a lot to make up for. By all means wife, take advantage.”
His hands grip my hips, and I ride him until I'm too exhausted to finish. He takes over and we stay that way, tangled in each other all night.
The next morning, we walk into the main room and I smile. We decided to have a brunch with everyone after the wedding last night and I spot Savannah, sitting at a table in the corner by herself. She has her glasses on and she is immersed in her phone.
“Grab me some toast and orange juice. I'm gonna go talk to your sister,” I say, kissing Gabriel.
I spot Bella and Devin in line and they hug Gabriel. My body warms at all my dreams, actually becoming a reality.
I walk over to Savannah and sit, trying not to make it obvious on my face that I heard her having sex last night. I feel my face redden and try and lean my cheek on my hand to disguise it
“Hey, how was last night?” I ask, my voice higher than I intend it to be.
“It was…” she looks up from her phone at me and her face drops. “Oh God, how do you know?” she whispers.
“I...I don't know what you're talkin’ about,” I stutter.
God damn my inability to lie!
“You do Charlie, you're a terrible liar and you know it. Did he tell Gabriel?”
“I uh…”
“Oh God,” she says burying her head in her hands. “Please don't tell me you were in the bathroom.”
“I spent most of the wedding in the bathroom. Pregnant remember?”
“I'm...Oh God, I'm so embarrassed. I'm so sorry Charlotte, that was...I never do that.”
“I know, you said it quite a lot. ‘I never do this. I don't ever do this. I never, ever do this’. I think Jackson got the message, loud and clear.”
“He did.”
She looks down to her phone and her expression changes from mortified to hurt.
“Hey, he seems like a good guy. Why don't you talk to him?” I ask, reaching across the table to hold her hand.
“I'm sure you heard him last night. It was a one-time thing, I'm fine with it,” she snaps.
I shake my head. “I'll let it go but it don't sound like you're fine with it. Maybe he's just lookin’ out for Lacey?”
“I get it. It's fine. I'm fine.”
I put my hands up in defense. “You're a big girl, I get it. I'm glad you put yourself out there though, got back on the horse.”
“Is that supposed to be a sexual innuendo? You heard me ride the pony and all that? You should have stopped us. God knows I would have died on the spot if I had to sit there and hear you bang my brother.”
“That's because he's your brother,” I laugh. “You're my best friend, it's different.”
“You're a freak, Charlotte Gavinwood,” she smirks.
“Hey, I'm not volunteerin’ for another front row seat to Savannah’s Sexscapades. I'm just happy you finally popped your, sex after-divorce cheery.”
“Charlie,” she admonishes.
“Okay, okay. Good thing I gave you that trusty old condom, though right?” I wink.
“Right...yeah,” she says breaking eye contact.
“Savannah….” I say, in a warning tone.
“I…”
Her mouth slams shut, and I gasp.
“You didn't Savannah!”
“Stop talkin’ so loud,” she whispers. “You're one to talk! It just happened, okay? I was drunk, and...it's fine.”
“Stop sayin’ fine, dammit. I'm sick of that word!”
“Well it is!”
I shake my head and let out a breath. Calm down hormones.
“I'm sorry. Gabriel says he's a good guy, but Savannah, he was with a drug addict, he could have--”
“He doesn't,” she snaps.
“You could be pregnant.”
“I'm not. Just...drop it okay?”
The strain in her tone makes me relent but I'm going to get to the bottom of it.
Gabriel comes over and pulls my chin up to kiss me hard on the lips.
“Mornin’ brother,” Savannah says smiling.
She eyes me as if to say, ‘don't you dare say a word’ and I smirk.
“Mornin’. You have a good time last night?” Gabriel asks.
Savannah chokes on her coffee and I giggle softly. Gabriel eyes both of us curiously.
“What did I miss?”
“Nothin’. It was great. I'll be back,” Savannah says, getting up from the table.
Gabriel eyes me and I shrug.
“So, what now, husband?”
“Well now...I feed you and my little bean in there, we go back to the room and then I get to eat,” he whispers.
His breath tickles my ear and I feel the electricity whiz through my veins. His hand is trailing up my thigh and I grab it.
“Don't you dare,” I chide.
“Mama, Daddy. Are y’all headin’ out for your honeymoon yet or can Devin and I give you your wedding present now?” Bella asks, interrupting Gabriel's wandering hand.<
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