Page 7 of Baby on Board

One-handed, he can’t get the card to slide across the sensor, so I take it, and he turns for me to reach the door. As soon as it clicks and I turn the handle, he kicks it open and carries me over the threshold and heads straight for the king-sized bed.

There are rose petals all over the floor and bedspread and another bottle of sparkling juice on ice on the nightstand, but Rafe ignores it all. He lays me down, tears off his jacket and bow tie, and is on top of me within seconds. His mouth finds mine, and I’m sure I’ll suffocate before he lets me breathe again.

He’s hungry for me. Devouring every moan I make as if it’s his last meal. He only relents when I put my hand on his chest and lightly push him back. I need to catch my breath. Carrying around a three-pound bowling ball on your lungs can make breathing hard.

“Our stuff is still outside,” I whisper.

“I’ll buy us all new stuff later,” he answers, and he’s back to layering kisses along my neck.

I lift my neck and turn my head, giving him full access. “I liked your tux.”

“Ummm,” he moans. I’m not going to get much more out of him, I can tell. When I push him again to get our stuff from the hall, he scowls deeply, but leaves me and makes tracks for the door.

I needed these few seconds to get my thoughts together. Rafe has done everything right. He’s waited for the wedding night, made the day perfect, treated me like a queen, and now I want to make sure I can show him how much it all has meant to me.

While he’s gone, I carefully remove my dress, still hoping we can return it later, and crawl under the covers. My white silk bridal bra and panty set Scarlett gave me as a wedding gift feels decadent against the sheets. The panties slip down under my growing belly, and I’m a bit self-conscious of how they will look once Rafe removes the covers. Once he’s back and pulls down the sheets, his eyes tell me I shouldn’t have worried.

He studies me like I’m the last living animal on the planet, and he’s a starving lion trying to survive. He takes me all in and shakes his head with a whistle of air through his front teeth. “Fuck me, Princess. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

I melt into his words. My hands I’d thought to lay on my tummy to hide the bulk fall to my sides, and I let him drink me in. All of me. Including the baby he’s put in my belly.

Rafe pulls off his shirt and unbuttons his pants before he’s on the bed again, straddling me. He leans over me and kisses me on the lips, then the cheeks, then down to my neck, all while keeping his weight off my belly. His arms are taut and strained, and every fiber of his roped muscles is on display. I can’t help but run my fingers over his biceps as he kisses along my collar bone and dips his head into the small of my neck.

“You smell so good,” he moans into my ear before lifting up to look into my eyes. “I’m going to try to go easy on you, but I’m not sure how much I can hold back. If it gets too much—”

I place my palm on his solid chest. “I’ll tell you,” I whisper. He’s so concerned for our child and me. It’s heartwarming to hear but frustrating at the same time. I remind myself the Rafe I new months ago liked sex rough, and that was partly why I never persude him after the first night. But tonight, I want things a little rough. I want to be reminded I am more than just a vessel for our unborn child.

Rafe moves down to my chest, running his tongue along the skin between my breasts before he cups his hands over them and kneads until my nipples peek under his skin. The sensation has me twisting and tightening my thighs together. Moisture already pools between them. When he drops his mouth to one nipple and runs his tongue along the outline of the tip before plunging the whole mound into his mouth, I squirm against the sparks firing off in my belly.

Foreplay was intense before, but nothing like this. Rafe is worshiping my body, and I don’t think I want him to stop any time soon. When he lifts his head and begins to travel down to my belly, I freeze up. It’s natural to have a bump when you’re pregnant, and the way Rafe makes me feel about my body, I know my tummy turns him on as much as anything else does. It’s the first time anyone has touched me here without something covering my skin.

Rafe rubs circles around my tummy with his hands before kissing the middle, and my fear melts away as fast as it came on. He’d never do anything to hurt this child, or me. I’m sure of it now.

I want to show him how much today means to me, along with everything he’s done since finding out about his child. And everything he’ll do now that he knows he’s a father. I reach for his loose pants to pull them down, but he stops me by gripping my wrist.

“Honey, if you touch me now, it will be all over. I want to make this special for you.”

“I want you,” I whisper. My words won’t come any louder. “I want to please you after all you did for me today.”

He smiles, and I swear I’m wetter for it. God, Rafe is handsome. It almost hurts to take him all in at once.

“Today is about you.” his grin turns evil, and he hooks his finger along the side of my panties, pulling them down to my ankles. “My pleasure comes solely from pleasing you.”

I’m about to respond when his head dips into the apex of my thighs, and Oh...My...Freaking...God! I’m coming on his tongue the second he laps it over my clit. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly my body reacts to his, but Rafe doesn’t stop. He flicks his tongue back and forth before dipping the tip between my lower lips and milking the last of the spasms from me. I don’t think I can take much more, but he’s not done. One finger presses into me, gliding along with my juices until he’s knuckle deep. He thrusts back and forth, twisting the digit as he plunders. Then a second joins the first, and I buck into his mouth. God, I’m not sure if it’s the hormones or the wedding ring, but this time it’s different. Way more different than sex has ever been with any man, including Rafe.

I’m just about to release into his hand when he comes to an abrupt stop and stares at me. Concern fills his eyes, and I push up on my elbows. “What is it? Rafe, what’s wrong.”

He shakes his head and pushes back to his knees. “I’ve read about this. I know I can’t hurt the baby, but…”

He trails off, and my heart fractures for him. I grab one of his hands and place it on my belly. “Rafe. You could never hurt this baby. Or me. You have nothing to be afraid of.”

He’s been so tender, I want to sit up and kiss him, so he knows how much I feel for him, but I can’t. The baby is in the way. Instead, I reach for his pants again and pull them down as far over his hips as I can until his perfect V of muscle shows. “I want you, Rafe. I want you inside of me.”

It seems to be all he needs to hear. He pushes off the bed and pulls his pants the rest of the way down, then his boxer briefs until his cock pops free and points right at me.

He’s made me his wife in every way but one today. I’m ready for him to make me his forever.

Rafe

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