Step by step, I guide her to walk backwards until she’s pinned between me and the brick wall. With my finger under her chin, I tip her face up until she’s looking me in the eyes. “First, I don’t want to ever hear you call yourself huge again. You’re a goddess.”
I let my eyes fall down her body. I know she thinks I’m just trying to make her feel better, but I’m telling her how I truly feel. There’s something erotic about seeing my woman ripe withchild. Knowing that I am the man who filled her with the life growing inside of her right now makes me hard.
Not only that, but I’m a possessive asshole by nature, and her belly is a living advertisement to other men that I’ve already filled her with my cock, cum, and now my child. Not that they don’t still look. She really does glow, and her giant tits don’t hurt either. I can’t wait until I can knock her up again. I’m going to put as many babies into her as she’ll let me. I could keep her pregnant for years and be over the moon.
Her scoff breaks me out of my fantasy of having a Hale family softball team. “A goddess? I know you want me to feel good about myself, but make it a little believable,” she says, punctuating her statement by rolling her eyes.
Just like that, the thread on my control goes,snap.“Yes, a goddess, because like the ancient world, I fall at my knees to worship the mother, creator of life. You are a walking miracle. To be able to hold life and grow our family is nothing short of a wonder. What you are doing is something I can’t do for us, and I will never stop marveling at what you are capable of.”
She rolls her eyes again, and I’m definitely putting spanking back on the table. “Please, women give birth every day.”
I nod my head a few times. “The sun rises and sets every day, but that doesn’t make the routine of it any less spectacular. It also doesn’t make it any less crucial for life on this planet. Just because something happens every day doesn’t mean it’s ordinary.”
I lower myself to my knees and thank all the stars in the sky that Wren has taken to wearing dresses more since they’re easier to put on now.
Her eyes dart right and left while trying to hold down the hem of her soft cotton dress when she realizes what my intentions are. I chuckle to myself. “Do you really think flapping your hands at your skirt is going to stop me? I told you thatyou’re a goddess, and I plan to worship you like one. Now, are you going to do as you’re told?”
Wren’s hands drop to her sides. “Yes, Daddy.” I don’t miss the sass in her voice, but I let it go.
In my head, I can hear Hozier’s “Take Me to Church” playing as I work her underwear down her creamy thighs, and lift one to rest on my shoulder the moment it’s free from the scrap of fabric. Wren is more sensitive than she was before she got pregnant.
The smell and taste of her arousal awaken a beast inside of me, and I can practically feel a rumbling growl building in my chest. There’s a primal urge to claim her, and even though she’s carrying my child, it somehow doesn’t feel like enough of a claim. I need her screaming my name in ecstasy loud enough that anyone with ears will know who she belongs to.
I bury my face against her mound and stroke her clit with my tongue. When I feel her legs start to shake, I pull that swollen bundle of nerves into my mouth and suck hard. I hear the start of a scream, But the sound muffles quickly. I look up at her and see her shove her fist into her mouth to quiet herself.
That won’t do, so I move her leg off my shoulder and stand up. I make a show of licking my lips. “You taste like honey.”
Like always, she turns an adorable shade of crimson. I love the dichotomy of her. One minute she’s fully confident in her sexuality, and the next she’s a blushing innocent. How she’s maintained that, even with all of the tragedy she’s endured, is a marvel to me. It’s no wonder I worship her as I do.
There are so many ways to show love and devotion. It doesn’t look the same for everyone. For one couple, it looks like sweet words, hearts, and flowers. That might be the most common image, but it is far from the only one. Even when she thought I hated her, there was love there. I’m not a gentle man. I don’thave pretty words on the tip of my tongue. I’d much rather use that muscle to eat my wife’s pussy than recite sonnets.
I grab her shoulders and turn her to face the wall. Using gentle pressure, I guide her to bend at the waist. “Put your hands on the wall, Baby Bird. I wanted to hear your screams, and you hid them from me. You know what that means, right?”
“Are you going to spank me, Daddy?”
Words aren’t necessary to answer her question. Instead, I flip the skirt of her dress over her ass and give it a sound slap. It’s just hard enough to make the skin as pink as her cheeks, but only for a couple of minutes. Something Wren isn’t entirely happy about, judging by the way she presses her ass against my hand, silently begging for more.
I comply and give the other cheek a matching handprint. “You walked away from me today.” Another swat. “Then you kept your screams from me. I don’t like it when you hold back from me.”
“We’re in public,” Wren protests.
I undo the button on my jeans and shove my pants down enough to free my cock. “You know that the possibility of being caught only makes me harder. Someone might turn down this alley, lured in by the sounds you’ll be making. I know how to work you up, and you will scream for me.”
My hands fall to her hips, and I use them to guide her down over my cock. She lets out a long, low moan as I sink deeper into her.
I lean over her back and whisper into her ear, “You are mine. Nothing comes between us, because I won’t allow it. You are inside of me as much as I am you. I know you’re mad at me, and I deserve it. It isn’t the first time I’ve pissed you off, and unfortunately, it won’t be the last time.”
“So what is your brilliant plan to make things right between us?” she asks breathlessly.
Here’s another moment when words won’t adequately convey what needs to be said. I hold her hips steady and pound into her over and over. We’re far too exposed to have anything more than a quick and dirty fuck.
She turns back to face me. “Really? You think sex is going to fix everything?”
“We came together with sex, and—” I rub the side of her belly—“Sex had definitely played a part in keeping us together. I don’t know if I would have stood a chance to win you back if you weren’t so motivated to give me another chance.”
“I’m with you because I love you,” she says.
I believe her. Wren doesn’t hide her heart from me. Every day, she shows me how much she loves me. The only thing she hides is her hurt.
