Page 74 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

“I can’t believe we got this wedding planned so fast.” Willow looks up at me from underneath her lashes from her spot snuggled under the covers of our bed. “And I can’t believe I let you talk me into sleeping here tonight instead of spending the night before our wedding at my brother’s house. You’ll see me first thing in the morning. Don’t you think that’s bad luck?”

I stand at the bedside and look down at my little ballerina indulgently as I strip off the dress shirt and trousers I wore to our rehearsal dinner. “I get to wake up with you naked and wet in my arms. I don’t see bad luck there.”

What I don’t say is that there is no way in hell I am letting her sleep anywhere but in my arms. I don’t care if it is the night before our wedding. We’ve spent enough time waiting to find our way back to each other. Since the night I brought her back here, we have slept together every night, even on the nights I had a late shift or she had a performance. It doesn’t matter if our days ended at four in the morning. We always end the day back here in each other’s arms.

Undressed, I slide in beside Willow. She immediately curls her naked body into mine, throwing an arm over my chest and hitching her knee over my thigh.

How did I manage to live without her?

I tighten my arms around her and stroke a gentle caress on her taut belly. The one thing that will make our life perfect is when Willow’s slim body is swollen with my baby.

It hasn’t happened yet and not for the lack of trying. I guess these things take time.

Willow gave her last professional performance last month. She explained after our engagement party a couple of months back that it is only a matter of time before she becomes pregnant, and she didn’t want to do anything to harm our baby, and that included the rigorous training involved in being a professional dancer. So she gave her company notice shortly before her last performance.

At the time, I had been thrilled. Dancing took up a huge amount of her time and knowing she spent hours every day dancing in the arms of other men did not make me happy. Petty but whatever.

My own crazy hours don’t help either. I’ve started scaling back my hours at the hospital too.

But now, on the eve of our wedding, I’m feeling a little uneasy about all that she is giving up to be with me. I want her by my side, but I never want her to resent me.

She presses a kiss to my shoulder and despite my serious thoughts, blood shoots to my cock and I’m rock solid for my wife-to-be.

She tips her face up to me, and I can just make out her gorgeous features in the ambient light of the city beyond our windows.

“What’s wrong, Aron?” Her voice is soft and sweet in the darkness.

I shake my head. Despite the short time together and her relative innocence, she has an uncanny ability to read my moods.

There’s no point in hiding my thoughts. “I don’t want you to be sorry you gave up dancing for me.”

She turns a quizzical look at me. “But you were willing to sacrifice so much for me? A man with your reputation had a lot to lose by taking me as your fiancé.”

She shakes her head against me, sending strands of silky hair out to caress and tease my chest. And then she laughs a soft sound that has my balls drawing up tight and ready to fill her with my seed.

“Silly. I didn’t give up dancing.”

Shock ratchets through me and I slide my hands down to grip her hips tightly. “What do you mean?”

“I didn’t give up dancing. I gave up being a professional dancer.”

I rake my gaze from her face to the luscious curves of her breasts pillowed against my chest. And the delicious bit of her piercings. I can feel the tips hardening, proving I have the same effect on her body.

“Explain,” I command. At the same time, I move her over me.

“Dancing is dancing.”

She straddles me and I move her quickly over my cock, finding her pussy hot, wet and ready for me. I lift my hips and pushed her down in one swift move, impaling her with my thick cock.

“Oh.” The sound breaks from her on a startled moan and she tightens her knees on my hips. “Aron, I love dancing. But doing it professionally for the rest of my life was never my dream.”

Surprise ripples through me at the same time she starts to rock her hips over me, sliding me back and forth inside her tight, hungry little pussy.

“It wasn’t?” I manage to get out as I use my hands on her hips to move her up and down harder.

“No…oooo.” Her cry is cut off as my rigid length hits that spot deep inside her that makes her go wild. She launches up on her knees and then sits down again, hard. She does it over and over, picking up speed as she rides me. “Aron!”

“Tell me what you need, baby.” I buck my hips, driving my cock up to meet her each time she slides down, filling her completely.

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