Page 19 of Chiseled Mountain Man

“Come with me.”

She was removing her work T-shirt as she breezed by me. My dick immediately jumped to attention. I had definitely planned for lovemaking, but later—after dinner.

But Bronte’s hormones had been off the charts even before we confirmed her pregnancy. Not that I’d complain about that. In fact, I was enjoying every second of this. She wanted at least two kids, so at least I had another nine months of this to look forward to someday.

When I entered the bedroom, I saw she was already in bed, pulling the sheets up over her naked body. My girl didn’t waste time, but I couldn’t think of a better way to work off some of the stress of the day. I had my T-shirt and shorts off in seconds and was walking toward the bed as I tugged off my underwear.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she said. “Remembering how you snuck into the shower this morning.”

“I wouldn’t call it sneaking.” I laughed. “It’s not like you couldn’t see me through that clear glass.”

Seeing her through the clear glass was exactly what brought it on. Every time she talked about getting in the shower, I remembered what she looked like through that glass. This morning wasn’t the first time we’d gone at it as the water streamed over our naked bodies.

My erection notched up another level at the memory, and I let out a little growl as I lowered my mouth to hers and gave her the kiss I’d been craving all day. She’d obviously been craving it too because she returned my kiss with a passion that took me back to our first kiss—a kiss she now referred to as her first real kiss.

I reached between us and found that swollen nub that was wet for me. My finger slid over it until her back arched and she gasped and sighed. I let out a little growl and lowered my mouth to hers, giving her the kiss I’d been craving all day.

I didn’t lighten up on her clit as I maneuvered my cock between her legs, my tip immediately going to her moist slit. I slid inside her with a groan. Nothing felt this good—nothing ever had, nothing ever would. Every time was like coming home.

We moved together as I continued rubbing her, kissing until we both needed to catch our breath, then looking down at her as I slid in and out, driving her toward orgasm. Her eyes eventually drifted closed, her lips parted, and she grabbed my ass, pushing me deeper and deeper.

“Oh, fuck,” I said. “You’re so damn wet. This feels good.”

“I’m going to come,” Bronte said. “Don’t stop. Oh. Oh. Oh.”

She thrust her head to the side as her back arched, those gorgeous tits teasing me, begging me to taste. Later tonight, I’d let her ride me so I could watch those breasts as she bounced on me.

That thought pushed me over the edge, and I came with a shudder, my entire body trembling as I emptied my seed into my beautiful wife of two years. When finally I came down, I stayed inside her, holding her while still keeping myself safely above her.

Her belly poked into me, reminding me of the life that we’d created together. A life that would make our family of two a family of three very, very soon.

Finally, I rolled over and pulled Bronte into my arms. It took a second to find a comfortable position, but when we did, I realized just how comfortable this was. I didn’t want to get up and eat dinner. I was starving, though.

“My parents will be here in the morning,” she reminded me. “I’m going to show them around town, and then we can all do dinner at the diner.”

I nodded. Her parents were pretty awesome. She’d been scared to tell them she wasn’t going to law school, but they’d taken it well. This would be their first visit. We’d offered them our guest room, which we were in the process of converting into a nursery, but they’d rented a cabin not far from here. I couldn’t blame them. I wouldn’t want to sleep on an air mattress either.

Eventually, we’d upgrade to a bigger cabin in one of the neighborhoods where my logging buddies had settled. But right now, we were both enjoying being so far away from everyone. Bronte got plenty of people time at her job, and I was surrounded by other loggers all day. It was nice to come home to this spot that was a good half mile away from the closest neighbor. Even though I’d taken theNo Trespassingsign down and hikers passed by throughout the day in the warmer months.

“Are you hungry?” I asked, looking down at my wife.

She stared back at me, and the love was clear in her eyes. We said “I love you” constantly, but we showed it even more often.Just having her look at me like that meant more than any words could.

“Starving,” she said. “I tell you what. Why don’t we eat, and you can go out to your wood shop for a while? I know you’re missing it.”

She was right. I’d set my hobby aside for the past few months. The baby had taken over most of my thoughts. But upcoming parenthood was far more important than anything else I could do.

“The other owners and I had an idea today.” She shoved the sheets aside and climbed from the bed. “Maybe you could do one of your carvings for the bakery. A woman wearing an apron or a giant donut.”

“Maybe a cupcake,” I said. Ideas were already starting to flow.

“We’d pay you, of course,” she said. “It’d be like commissioned artwork.”

“No need to pay me. One of the perks of sleeping with the artist.”

It was weird, calling myself an artist. I didn’t think of myself that way at all. But the more people we invited to our house, the more I realized I had talent. And maybe displaying my work outside of my shed wasn’t such a bad thing.

Bronte slid on a robe and walked back to the bed where I now sat, legs draped over the side. “Have I told you lately how proud of you I am? You kick ass at work every day and you’re the best husband anyone could have. And you’re talented. Plus, you’re going to be the best dad ever.”

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