Page 69 of His Relentless Angel

“Why’d you do that?”

He squeezes my ankles twice, keeping my feet planted on the cement. “Why are you sucking in your stomach and trying to hide your body?” He slides a hand up to part my pussy lips, finding my clit quickly and massaging it with his thumb.

I let slip a moan even as I try to stop him when he slides his other hand up to palm my soft belly and extra loose skin patterned with what had been extremely painful, itchy stretch marks. I might only be fifteen pounds heavier than my pre-pregnancy weight, but my body will never be the same after carrying triplets and delivering them via c-section. Parts of my c-section scar are completely numb, whereas other areas are still tender and hurt if I lean too far over a counter or chair.

“Because…” I moan again when he applies more pressure to my clit and kisses the inside of my right knee

“Because what?” Isaiah abandons my clit to push my knees out to the sides, closer to the pavement so I’m even more exposed. He twists his wrist and sinks a finger deep inside me, curling it as he withdraws. “Tell me.”

“Because I don’t want you to see it.”

“See what?” He slides a second finger inside me, playing more roughly with my clit. “You don’t want me—your husband who is completely obsessed with you—to see where you—my wife and the love of my life—carried my honeybees? Is that what you were going to say?” Isaiah pops my other hip, then drives his fingers deeper inside me, thrusting them in and out faster.

“Oh god, yes!” I immediately bite my lip to silence my voice and brace more of my weight on my hands to swivel my hips.

“Yes, that’s why you were hiding, or yes, that feels good?”

“Both,” I admit between moans.

“Angel,” Isaiah says in a flabbergasted voice, his fingers faltering momentarily. “I’ve seen you naked literally every single night for almost five years and counting in all stages from before, during, and after your pregnancy. So why are you trying to hide it now?

“Not like this,” I say, dropping my head back to hang on my shoulders, bucking my hips up to get him moving again. I whimper when Isaiah removes his fingers and taps my inner thighs until I raise my head up to look at him.

He’s a cross between hurt and confused, his brows pinched together behind his new royal blue-framed glasses. “What do you mean ‘not like this’?”

I sigh, sitting up all the way and crossing my arms in front of my stomach, the orgasm I was working toward fading away. “I mean, not when I’m sitting and it’s all…pudgy.”

“Bailey…” Isaiah is gentle with my wrists when he grabs them and pulls them away from my stomach. “You’re on top, riding my dick at least half the time. I’ve seen it. I love it.”

“Yeah, but only at night if all the lights are off.”

Isaiah staggers back as if I’ve punched him, and I just now notice that he’s completely nude, his hard cock bobbing in the water. “How…how did I not realize?”

“Sleep deprivation? Daddy-brain? I’m still pretty good when it comes to scheming,” I laugh, though the joke falls flat.

“I’m just as clueless as James,” he whispers, rubbing his chest. “All this time you’ve been hiding your miraculous body, feeling a certain type of way about yourself, and I had no clue.”

Feeling kind of shitty for hiding my feelings when I agreed not to—and also uncomfortable with my pussy just hanging out now that he’s stopped playing with me—I retie one side of my bikini bottoms. I start to apologize, then yelp when Isaiah pulls me off the edge and into his arms in the pool. The moan I let loose is partly because of the cold water cooling off my sweaty, overheated skin and partly because Isaiah’s huge cock is rubbing against my ass, my bikini bottoms gone missing.

I hang onto him since I can’t touch the bottom of the pool, and he swims us to the shallow end where he takes a seat at the base of the zero-entry slope and positions me on his lap, facing him, straddling his hips above the surface of the water. He blows off the water droplets on his glasses before putting them back on, then leans back on his elbows and drops his gaze to my belly, not blinking once.

Even though it’s dark outside, he can see everything with all the side lights on in the pool, and my hands twitch with the impulse to cover my belly. He sees them twitch. Sees how uncomfortable I am. Sees me trying to suck my stomach in.

Isaiah squares his strong jaw. “Don’t you dare hide that gorgeous body from me. I want to see every inch of my angel when you ride my dick.” My core clenches with need when he nods to his long cock standing straight up in front of me, hard and throbbing despite the cold water. “Now, sit on it.”

The blue tile isn’t exactly comfortable on my knees when I maneuver higher up his body, but it’s bearable, especially once I fist his cock and take it inside me, rolling my hips until I’ve fit it to the hilt.

“Oh god,” I moan, squeezing my inner walls around his thick shaft. Now this is what I needed after such a long, hot day.

Isaiah lets loose an exhale of pleasure. “So wet and tight. That’s it, angel. Now put your hands together behind your back and bounce.”

Normally, I would lean forward and brace my arms on his pecs, which would plump my tits up and distract him from my belly. But with my arms behind my back, I won’t be able to do that.

I do what he says anyway.

Isaiah’s breath hitches, and his cock swells inside me. “Beautiful,” he whispers with reverence, fully lowering his back on the tiles so he can grip one hip and palm my belly with his other hand. He stares at my soft middle as I slowly start moving up and down on his length. And then his hands are everywhere, all at once, yanking my bikini top off so he can watch my tits bounce and sway along with the rest of me. “Fucking stunning. A real-life angel. This,” he says, moving both hands to my waist, “is where my babies grew safe and strong inside the woman I love. I love this,” he stresses. His finger is feather light as he traces my c-section scar, which he’s kissed on numerous occasions whenever he has me on my back. “Every single square inch of you, Bailey.”

And I believe him. With one-hundred percent certainty, I believe he’s telling me the truth. It’s a heady feeling, releasing almost four years’ worth of insecurities.

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